I Swung a Sword at Hogwarts

[Ding! Challenge quest triggered: Gryffindor Legacy Phase Three – Sword Hero. Reward gained: 1 Free Attribute Point, Buff: Seeker's Insight]

The mountains vanished—they were back in the original training ground.

Gryffindor stood to the side, clapping. "I didn't think you'd really make it this far."

"This is the final trial—Master Mode."

Master Mode?

John looked at Gryffindor. With his current strength, it was hard to say if he could win against someone in Master Mode.

But he was confident that even if he faced the previous Hard Mode opponents again, he could defeat them with ease.

Gryffindor returned all the alchemical equipment to John. With the help of his protective talismans, passing Master Mode might not be impossible.

At that moment, Master Mode was activated.

John thought he'd be facing animated dummies again—but instead, Gryffindor stepped into the center of the training ground.

"Come on," Gryffindor beckoned to John.

John was stunned. The Master Mode opponent was Gryffindor himself?!

He wanted to protest—this was basically the referee jumping into the fight!

His heart sank. Even though he was much stronger than he had been in his first year, he didn't think he could fight on par with one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

And this founder was Gryffindor—the one most skilled in dueling.

But he'd come this far—through two grueling trials—he couldn't stop now.

With heavy steps, John walked onto the field.

Gryffindor stood there, holding only a wand that looked more like a tree branch. He smiled. "I admire your courage. Don't worry—I'm only operating at a tenth of my original power. I'm not as strong as you imagine."

Gryffindor was genuinely pleased. The courage to face a powerful opponent—that was true Gryffindor spirit.

Listening to these comforting words, John had his doubts, but at least it gave him the chance to try.

"Give me a moment."

John took out his satchel and pulled out a bottle of enhancement potion.

Right in front of Gryffindor, he drank it.

Gryffindor didn't mind. Drinking a potion before battle was a cautious move—but he figured: how much could a kid like him actually handle?

Then, for the next thirty seconds, Gryffindor watched as John downed bottle after bottle of potion.

If John knew how to brew Felix Felicis, he probably would've chugged that too.

Fire-resistance potion, strength potion, recovery potion…

Anything that could enhance his power, John drank it.

"I'm ready."

Now filled with power, John held a sword in his right hand and his wand in his left.

Looking at him, Gryffindor felt like he was staring into a mirror.

A faint smile appeared on his face. He raised his wand to his chest and said, "I hope your teacher taught you proper dueling."

Formal duels began with mutual respect.

John also raised his wand to his chest. The two saluted and walked away from each other.

On the count of ten, John turned around—and immediately, a flash of red light shot toward him.

His talisman activated instantly. A Shield Charm blocked the attack.

Cold sweat poured down John's back. That was fast.

"Interesting little trinket," Gryffindor said, then attacked again—this time showing John what it meant to be a dueling master.

Even at a tenth of his original power, Gryffindor's experience alone was overwhelming.

The talisman activated again—John realized he couldn't just stay on defense.

He began to fight back—red and white flashes of light filled the air.

"I am the Fire Dragon."

Flames erupted along the blade. John slashed through a red spell with his sword and parried the next with his wand.

Using both hands in sync, he became more fluid and effective.

Gryffindor narrowed his eyes and fired a spell that exploded near John, demolishing a training table.

The shattered table reformed into a huge club swinging at John's back.

Unable to react in time, John's talisman activated, but he was still knocked flying. Gryffindor seized the moment:

"Oppugno!"

Objects in the room transformed into small birds and rushed at John.

He turned and cast a Fire Charm to block them, but some broke through and struck him.

Pain shot through his shoulder. John gritted his teeth and endured.

He fired a Blasting Curse toward Gryffindor—but it was deflected with ease. In return, Gryffindor used Transfiguration to turn two chairs into lions and sent them charging.

John rolled aside, swinging his greatsword as he dodged.

Meanwhile, Gryffindor still hadn't moved a step.

"Watch your footwork and the rhythm of your spells," Gryffindor advised while attacking.

John blocked with a Shield Charm and stepped back, adjusting his tempo.

Panting hard, John saw lightning burst from Gryffindor's wand—then transform into a whip.

John dodged, blocked, parried—until a red spell hit his wrist.

The Ironwick Sword flew from his hand—Gryffindor reached to catch it.

But John's eyes flashed. His wand pointed—the sword twisted in midair and reversed direction.

Gryffindor had to dodge—it disrupted his barrage of attacks.

John got back on his feet and went on the offensive.

He instantly leveled up his Transfiguration skill to Level 3.

A flick of his wand—he transfigured a small dog that latched onto Gryffindor's leg.

Gryffindor shook it off, but John was already on him.

"Levicorpus!"

Sliding between the lions' pounce, John fired the jinx—Gryffindor flew into the air, upside down like he was being hoisted by his feet.

A true dueling champion, Gryffindor immediately fired a spell at John's legs.

John's legs froze in place. He knew he had to end it now.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Red and white beams clashed in midair, struggling like lightning strikes.

John's pupils narrowed into vertical slits—he raised his right hand toward the Ironwick Sword.

A wave of magical energy pulsed outward—the sword responded like it had been struck by a hammer and flew straight at Gryffindor.

Unable to move, Gryffindor turned his wand and shot at the sword.

It was knocked aside—but he was hit at the same time. His body froze.

Strike while the iron is hot.

John raised his left arm, spinning his wand and fired again.

Gryffindor was blasted from midair—his wand knocked out of his hand.

One of the lions was about to chomp down on John from behind—until it reverted back into two chairs and crashed to the floor.

"…Fine. You win," said Gryffindor, immobilized. He had lost.

Even if he'd only been using a fraction of his strength and just his wand, a win was still a win. He wouldn't deny it.

"That Levicorpus spell was pretty fun."

(Levicorpus was invented by Snape, so Gryffindor had never seen it before.)

Once the Petrification spell wore off, Gryffindor got up as if nothing had happened.

John, the victor, was completely exhausted. He glanced at his right hand, still buzzing from how he had controlled the Ironwick Sword.

"Interesting… I didn't expect wandless magic from someone your age. I underestimated you."

Gryffindor clapped. John, for his part, had no idea how he'd done it either.

In that moment, it felt like he had tapped into the same wild magic from his power surge before.

Scratching his head, he asked excitedly, "So… did I pass?"

Gryffindor nodded—John could barely contain his joy.

The legacy of the Four Founders! Just the thought thrilled him.

Gryffindor puffed up proudly. "You will receive an immensely powerful sword—it was my personal weapon."

"…Uh."

John looked at Gryffindor's confident face and finally said, "Wait… are you talking about the Sword of Gryffindor?"

"Of course!"

That sword was Gryffindor's favorite—specially crafted by the Goblin King.

John nearly cried. After all this effort… it was that sword?

Sure, it was great—but Dumbledore had it.

He couldn't just steal it, could he?

He wasn't Harry Potter—taking the Sword of Gryffindor would be outright rebellion.

He felt like he'd been completely played.

"I've seen that sword," he muttered. "It's in Headmaster Dumbledore's office."

"…Huh?"

Gryffindor froze. Thinking back, he vaguely recalled entrusting the sword to Hogwarts.

Seeing John's frustrated face, Gryffindor looked a bit embarrassed.

"…How about I teach you how to forge your own?"

Despite his boisterous exterior, Gryffindor was also a master blacksmith.

As compensation for the Sword of Gryffindor, Gryffindor waved his wand—and the scenery changed again.

This time, it wasn't a forest or a mountain—but a cozy room.

This was Gryffindor's personal chamber from his lifetime—his "secret room."

Inside was everything he had left behind—his most treasured legacy.

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