I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He was wearing a dark-colored suit, looking solemn and dignified, with an exquisite and special badge on his chest.

The car drove into Wallace Manor. The bodyguard at the door saw that it was Watson, greeted him, and let him pass.

"Mr. Wick, Sean is waiting for you."

The bald, middle-aged black butler approached the father and son who had just gotten off the car. When he saw John, he was stunned at first.

"Don't worry too much, my son." Watson said casually.

"Don't keep Sean waiting too long."

Watson brought some contracts, which were some stock funds and the like that Finn Wallace gave him to invest in.

Seeing this, the butler said nothing more and took Watson upstairs through the front hall.

John noticed that the big guys who were originally talking politely shut up after seeing Watson.

Their eyes fell on the pile of contracts held by Watson, and they revealed greedy expressions.

"Dad is really a sweet potato."

After seeing this scene, John understood his father's situation a little better.

Silently memorizing the appearance of these people, John followed his father upstairs.

Sean Wallace is Finn Wallace's eldest son. He looks gloomy and his brows seem to be twisted because of his father's death.

After seeing Watson's arrival, his gloomy expression faded a little.

"Watson, that's great that you're here." After Sean arrived at the funeral, no one gave him a good look, and no one shook hands with him.

He didn't want to shake hands with the man who might have killed his father.

Watson and Sean squeezed their hands together, and there was finally a hint of trust and relief in Sean's eyes.

"Those people could kill my father. I know you are the only one who won't do that."

As he spoke, a look of resentment flashed across Sean's face.

Watson was pulled by him to sit down, and he took out a few documents from the file bag he was carrying and placed them on the table.

"These are the investment projects that Mr. Wallace entrusted me to make before. In addition to these, there are also shares of several companies and funds deposited in the fund."

Documents worth hundreds of millions were brought out. Sean glanced at them and winked at the butler.

The housekeeper tactfully took his son, who also worked for Wallace, away with him. After they left, there were only three people left in the room.

Sean approached Watson and whispered, "Watson, now only you can help me find the murderer who killed my father."

He looked earnest and said sincerely: "My father always told me that you are the person he trusts the most, and I have always regarded you as a family member."

Watson was a little moved by what he said, thought for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Sean, you should know that I am only in charge of investment."

"Watson!" Sean interrupted him and said sincerely, "Help me, and I will make you the most respected friend of Wallace."

But Watson really didn't know that he had his own way of making money, but he knew nothing about the conspiracies and intrigues among these big guys.

He refused again, and this time Sean looked a little unhappy.

Sean took a deep breath and said with some fierce threats in his tone: "You control all of your father's legal businesses. This is a lot of money. Those guys will not let you go."

Seeing that family affection didn't work, Sean prepared to use force. He sneered, "Your methods are good, but those guys are inhumane. They will take away your most precious family members and chop off your son's fingers. You should know the character of those people."

John looked strange and said, "I'm still here. Don't you think that's a bit too much?"

As expected, Watson's face darkened. The last thing he wanted was to involve his family.

Sean leaned back on the sofa with a confident look on his face.

Watson was hesitant. He admitted that some of his customers might have inside information about the murder of Finn Wallace, but his professional ethics made him reluctant to use it.

There was a knock on the door outside, urging Sean to go down and preside over the funeral.

"Think it over carefully."

Sean stood up and patted Watson on the shoulder. As he approached the door, a voice suddenly rang out.

"If my father doesn't help, will Mr. Wallace also be one of the people who will go after my family?"

Sean thought there were only two people in the room, but when he heard the sudden sound, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He looked around the room warily, trying to find the source.

John, who had been standing in the shadows, came out and stood next to Sean, looking him straight in the eyes.

Sean was startled. This person appeared like a ghost. If it was a killer, he would probably be dead.

"Who are you?" Sean even wanted to call the bodyguards outside in. His back was wet with cold sweat.

"John Wick."

Staring into Sean's eyes, John spoke word by word, "Watson Wick's son is the one you said would have his fingers chopped off."

As he said this, John raised his hands, as if to say, my fingers are still there.

Sean was confused and even wanted to ask where John came from.

Finally Watson spoke. He stood up, looked at Sean and said, "Sean, I will give you all of Mr. Wallace's things. I'm sorry I won't get involved in these things."

"Watson, this is your choice." Sean's face darkened.

John saw his father make the decision, then he moved aside to let Sean out the door.

Sean walked out with a gloomy face. He also had to read the eulogy for his father.

Watson took John downstairs, and when he saw the body of his old friend, he couldn't help feeling sad.

John looked at Finn Wallace, well, an old man with a bullet in the head.

Other than that, there is no feeling.

Sitting with Watson, John's expression changed slightly and he looked at a man standing not far away.

He moved his mouth and said in an inaudible voice: "Wizard?"

At a gangster party, John sees a wizard.

He narrowed his eyes. The man's nose was missing half, so he didn't look like a decent wizard.

Tilting his head, he looked in another direction, and there was also a wizard.

There were five wizards in the entire boss party. They didn't seem to know each other and were wary of others.

"It seems wizards will work for Muggles too."

John, who was not noticed, had an indifferent expression, and his scrutinizing eyes had already exposed the true nature of these wizards.

Not a proper wizard, and certainly not an Auror.

He is most likely a dark wizard, working for Muggles, and his job is neither high nor low, so his strength should not be that good.

For ordinary people, these methods are hard to defend against, but John has more than a dozen ways to kill them.

Someone left during the funeral. Sean stared at the man's back and tried hard not to shoot.

When it was over, Watson prepared to take John away.

At this time, a black man came over. He was big and strong, and was followed by four or five other black men who were equally big and tough.

"Watson, I hope you will consider this carefully."

The black gangster's eyes swept over John, full of danger.

John looked up, not taking it seriously.

Watson looked grim as he took John into the car and left.

Before leaving, John saw the wizard who had lost a piece of his nose standing next to the black boss.

The two of them were talking, the black boss said something, and the black wizard nodded and showed a cruel smile.

"It looks like something's going to happen tonight."

When John returned home, Mrs. Wick first hugged her son and then looked her husband up and down.

dinner.

Under the shocked gaze of the couple, John ate something casually and got up to go to the basement.

Watson scratched his head and said hesitantly: "Did I scare him today?"

He thought that John was frightened by the gathering of bigwigs, while Mrs. Wick felt that her cooking skills had declined, and she was more distressed about her son.

I originally thought that John was losing weight so quickly because he was in his growth period, but now it seems that the food at Hogwarts might be bad.

She picked up the phone and dialed. After three rings, the call was connected and a lazy female voice sounded, "Hello?"

"Lucy, last time you said you would buy the recipe from the top chef, Master Chen, and send it to me. I will pay double the price."

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Chapter 174 The Muggle World and Uncles

At night, Privet Drive was very quiet, save for the occasional meowing of a few kittens and the sound of an occasional car passing by.

In the past, one could occasionally hear Vernon Dursley growling at Harry, but today the sound was unexpectedly harmonious.

I think Vernon figured out the gap between himself and wizards. John told him that not going to school does not mean not having magic.

If you make Harry angry, he will skip school and stay nearby all day to shoot you, and you'll be dead.

John stayed in the basement, and his parents had gotten used to his habits over the years.

The basement was renovated to a larger and larger scale. John built a fireplace in the basement, connecting it to Johnny Silverhand's office in Knockturn Alley.

The magic blood was placed on the table, with three bottles of other things next to it.

The first bottle was something that could be described as blood drawn from the Boggart.

The second bottle contains the blood of the unicorn Weiwei, which can be considered as a friendly sponsorship.

The third bottle is the blood of the bird-snake raised by Hagrid.

Staring at the three bottles of blood, John thought for a moment, his fingers brushing over the unicorn's blood. Although the unicorn was attractive, the risk was also great.

Professor Quirrell's face in his first year was still vivid in John's mind, so he didn't plan to take any risks for the time being.

The bird snake has the ability to change its shape as the space changes. He guessed that it might be related to space magic and it cannot be used for the time being.

On the contrary, John was very interested in Boggart, which had a strong ability to transform and possessed abilities similar to Legilimency.

In the end, John chose Boggart. The black mist kept changing in the bottle, and after coming into contact with the magic blood, it quickly merged into it.

Soon, the magic blood changed from red to light blue, then to black, and finally to red.

The state inside also changed from liquid to mist-like.

"This is the first time I've seen this kind of magical blood."

Shaking the red mist in the magic blood, he even doubted whether he could drink it.

Putting it away for the moment, John looked at the candle on the table.

The candles were lit and the looking glass in the room was spinning with a shrill sound.

The Eye of Truth gave a warning, indicating that someone had come in.

John tapped the tabletop, and the things on it went into two large boxes in an orderly manner.

The empty desktop cast a starlight, and a floor plan of Wick's home appeared on the desktop.

A footstep was walking in the living room. John narrowed his eyes. This was created by him using the Human Tracking Charm and the Trace Thread, imitating the Marauder's Map.

The parents went to greet the uncles, and the footprints clearly did not belong to any of them.

Clicking on the footprints, a dark wizard with half of his nose missing appeared on the desktop.

Watching him rummaging hard, he didn't even take out the wand from his waist.

"Tsk tsk, that's the courage you have."

John couldn't help but sneer when he saw the dark wizard startled by the owl in the living room.

As if he had just realized that the owl was fake, the dark wizard reached out and pinched it, a look of disbelief on his face.