I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Feel sorry."

Watson also realized that what he said was a bit too much, but it was still impossible for him to believe it.

McGonagall knew it wasn't easy for a Muggle family to accept a wizard, so she drew out her wand and waved it.

The teacup that Watson was holding turned into a mouse and crawled up his sleeve, scaring Watson so much that he screamed.

It was also the first time that John saw magic, and it was extremely high-end transfiguration, so he couldn't help but feel excited.

After this incident, Watson completely believed what John said.

No matter how great a magician is, he can't turn the cup in his hand into a mouse across a tea table.

After sending Mag away that day, Watson turned into a curious baby;

"John, turn the cup into a mouse."

"John, let the broom sweep itself."

"John, can you fly on a broomstick?"

"John..."

John was so annoyed that he finally used his trump card and asked Mrs. Wick to kick Watson out of the room.

...

7 month 31 day.

John also needs to prepare for school.

"It should be right here."

Charing Cross Road.

The dirty and cramped bar looks out of place with the large bookstores and record stores on both sides.

However, such a conspicuous place is completely ignored by passers-by.

Muggle Repelling Charm.

Anyone who has watched Harry Potter must be familiar with this place. This is where Harry's dream began, and it is also the only way to Diagon Alley.

This dirty, cramped bar also has a resounding name, the Leaky Cauldron.

Before entering the bar, the beautiful Mrs. Wick expressed her concern: "John, you are still a child, you can't enter the bar."

John said generously that he would definitely not do that.

After all, to be honest, it's hard to like such an environment.

After entering the Leaky Cauldron, the strange smell of sweat and sour beer blended together, making the family of three frown.

I thought the outside was dirty enough, but I didn't expect it to be even scarier inside.

John was even a little curious about how these wizards could endure such a smell, especially the guy with a scarf wrapped around his head.

Of the 100 flavors here, that person contributed at least 60%.

The bald boss came out from the bar and knew what was going on when he saw the attire of the family of three.

"Come here, at least your staying here will save me a few knuts."

The boss, who valued money more than anything else, made way for the bar counter in a bad mood, expressing his dissatisfaction with the three people in his words, which made Mrs. Wick feel that the wizard was really rude.

Led by the boss, the family of three came to the entrance of Diagon Alley.

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron demonstrated how to use the entrance, "Count three on top of the trash can, and then count two across it."

As he knocked on the wall, the wall that originally had no door opened, revealing a road belonging to the magical world.

"This is magic..."

John was shocked, as if scenes from two different worlds appeared before his eyes.

Even if I recall it in the future, it will still be fresh in my memory.

"Sorry, please let me pass." A rough voice sounded from behind.

The huge figure looked at least three meters tall.

An oversized moleskin coat that smelled like something from a wild animal or someone who hadn't taken a shower for a long time.

Next to the giant, a little boy looked as thin as if he had been suffering from years of malnutrition.

The loose clothes made him look even thinner. He wore a pair of round glasses on his face, and under the lenses were those beautiful green eyes.

Seeing the lightning-shaped scar under the boy's hair, John immediately recognized the boy's identity.

After all, I had watched Harry Potter in my previous life. Even though more than ten years have passed, it would be strange if I didn’t recognize such a distinctive combination.

The Boy Who Lived.

"Hagrid and Harry."

John muttered something, but his parents were already speechless due to being surprised.

Turning the cup into a mouse was magical enough, but Hagrid's height, which was obviously not that of a human, still scared the two of them.

Watching the big and small combination getting farther and farther away, John also withdrew his heart.

Although he really wanted to get close to the two people, now was obviously not a good time.

He still had a lot of things to buy, but before buying them he had to go to Gringotts to exchange them.

Skip the confusing exchange rate at Gringotts.

The Wick family's income is not low.

Watson Wick is the manager of a business and Mrs. Wick runs a beauty shop.

A total of 2000 pounds was exchanged for 400 gold galleons.

John recalled the greedy and cunning expression of the goblin at the counter and always felt that he had been cheated.

Anyway, I have the capital for this shopping trip.

John ignored Watson's muttering and decided to collect the gold Galleons to show off to his friends.

The family walked around Diagon Alley and saw dragon liver. The foodie gene in China was aroused and they had the urge to buy some to taste.

But for the Wicks, it was a pile of bloody livers that they could not avoid.

...

Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

Watson's fingers were almost bitten off by "The Book of Monsters".

John bought all the books according to the list, and also bought several books about the magical world. Among them, the thick "Hogwarts: A History" made him look away with difficulty.

...

Madam Mojin's gown store.

Madam Malkin is a short, plump witch with an infectious laugh.

She was very satisfied with John. This child was a natural clothes hanger and every piece of clothing fit him well.

After he left, Harry came here and saw the spoiled brat Malfoy.

...

The Crucible Shop.

John tried hard to persuade Watson not to buy an automatic stirring cauldron to keep as it would make a mess at home.

But Watson thought that this thing might be used as a stew pot. When he heard that he wanted to put it in the kitchen, Mrs. Wick strongly suppressed him and finally made Watson give up the idea.

...

pharmacy.

The family looked at the strange things soaked in the liquid in the jar, and Mrs. Wick covered her baby son's eyes in fear.

Watson looked nauseous and wanted to vomit but couldn't. He felt like the bacon he had eaten for breakfast was wriggling in his stomach and trying to get out.

Finally, the whole family left the pharmacy as if escaping.

...

Chapter 3: The Wand and the Gift

"Olivanders Wand Shop, making fine wands since 382 BC."

At the last stop, John finally arrived at the most exciting moment.

If we were to ask what best represents the wizarding world in the entire Harry Potter series, it would definitely be the wand that everyone holds.

Without a wand, even if you are Voldemort, you have to stand still.

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

This is the largest arms supply facility in the wizarding world.

John couldn't help but praise it, "It's worthy of being a staff made in 382 BC. It's really extraordinary."

Immediately, he advised Mrs. Wick like a little adult, asking her to keep an eye on her overly curious middle-aged husband.

John walked in with an extremely excited step.

After walking in, the first thing you see is not people, but thousands of long and narrow paper boxes containing magic wands.

The store, which was not big to begin with, looked even narrower and cramped against the backdrop of cardboard boxes.

The thick dust everywhere made John wonder how Ollivander lived in there. Didn't he need to clean at all?

As John looked inside, Ollivander looked at him as well.

"good afternoon."

Ollivander walked out from the pile of cardboard boxes with a kind smile on his face.

"Hello, I want a ..."

"A wand. Of course everyone wants a wand."

Ollivander smiled as he took over John's words and walked out from behind the counter.

"New student at Hogwarts, what's your name?"

"John Wick."

"Very well, Mr. Wick, which arm is your dominant hand?"

"Right hand... Actually, my left hand can also do it."

John is ambidextrous, thanks to his two and a half years of practicing pencil stunts so that he can quickly deal with enemies on both sides.

"Then let's take the left hand."

After some final thought, John chose his left hand.

Ollivander took out a measuring tape and measured it on John's body. The measuring tape was cast with a magic spell.

Looking at Ollivander's serious face, John felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This old man didn't seem to be selling magic wands, but more like a tailor.

"Every wand is unique. It is not the wizard who chooses the wand, but the wand that chooses the wizard."

After taking the measurements, Ollivander smiled mysteriously and left these words.

Back behind the counter, Ollivander first took a cardboard box from the shelf.

When the box was opened, a black wand lay inside.

Ollivander introduced: "Willow wood with unicorn hair, seven and three-quarters inches, you should try it."

John took the wand with excitement. This was the first wand he had ever touched.

He tried swinging it to the side with force, and the wooden cabinets in the store exploded, with wood chips flying all over the floor.

The enormous force made John freeze in his tracks.