I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He forgot that his godfather was an Animagus dog.

Bill tried again to break the spell, but to no avail.

Podmos said helplessly: "I am going to become a dog-man, just like a werewolf?"

He felt an itch on his neck and subconsciously scratched it with his foot, almost breaking his tendons.

He wasn't flexible enough to get his legs around his neck.

The three children felt a chill, and Hermione whispered, "This is probably something only John can solve."

She said and everyone looked at her.

Bill hesitated for a while and said, "Can we ask John Wick? We can't just watch him turn into a dog."

Among those present, only Hermione and John were friends. She bit her lip and said, "I don't know if John will help. You know, he hates being offended."

Harry looked embarrassed. Wasn't he talking about how he fell down on John's Lawn?

Anyway, all hope lies on Hermione.

She wrote a letter and asked to borrow Ron's owl, Piglet.

The piglets flew out of Grimmauld Place, and then...

Stopped outside Grimmauld Place.

...

(Chapter 4/4)

Chapter 273: Entering the Door and Destroying the Painting

Apparating to Grimmauld Place, John smoothed down his hair that had fallen onto his face.

"Is it time to get a haircut?"

Her black hair grew down to the corners of her eyes, and John felt that it was a bit of a hindrance.

Maybe a different hairstyle would be more comfortable.

Looking around, Grimmauld Place is a street located in London.

Most of the residential buildings in this area are old, with mottled walls that seem to bear the marks of time.

John walked past them one by one and stopped when he passed number 11.

"The Fidelius Charm is indeed an excellent spell."

The traces were hidden, and it was difficult to find the Order without the Secret Keeper telling them the location.

As he was thinking this, John saw an owl appear out of nowhere.

The owl fluttered in the sky twice and then flew towards John.

"Hermione?"

Reaching out his hand for the owl to land, John was stunned to find that the letter was from Hermione.

He looked up at where the owl had just come out.

I wanted to ignore it, but a sense of incongruity arose in my heart, as if someone was eating from the toilet, it was a strange feeling.

Walking further ahead, he saw the house number 13.

"Error? No." John walked back and forth several times and read the letter in his hand.

It mentioned that someone was bitten by Tom and now has rabies, and hoped that John could help solve the problem.

And it was also noted that he was not a bad person.

"It was the wizard who was bitten that day." Knowing the whole story, John showed a meaningful smile on his face.

"This letter comes at a very good time."

He raised his hand and pressed on the envelope, because it was sent from the house not long ago, so it carried some contact.

Idealistic magic is so magical. John closed his eyes, grabbed the owl piglet who wanted to fly away with one hand, and took a drop of blood from the piglet's paw.

Black threads spread out from the fingertips of his right hand and wrapped around the piglet, making it flap its wings in fear.

Owls have a special ability that allows them to find the people they are looking for.

Using this ability and the connections on the letters, John continued to deduce in his mind, repeating an address.

12 Grimmauld Place.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a black arc-like light flashed through his eyes.

Standing between No. 11 and No. 13, a house seems to appear out of nowhere.

A dark door and a serpentine knocker appeared.

The struggling piglet was released, and it flew towards the house that suddenly appeared in panic.

A black aura like smoke and fog emanated from John.

The letter suddenly caught fire, and he went to the door and rang the doorbell before the letter finished burning.

There was a crackling sound like an electric bell, and John looked around the house.

"If it weren't for Dad and the owl, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find this place even if I turned London upside down."

After waiting for a while, the envelope was almost burned out.

There was a click of a door opening from behind, and a young red-haired witch poked her head out and complained, "Please don't use the doorbell. You know what will happen."

The words stopped abruptly, Tonks was stunned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I think you should let me go in first."

Smiling, he stepped inside, and Tonks subconsciously stepped aside.

Just before the envelope burned, John walked in the door.

He had originally thought about breaking the door open if no one opened it.

"Tonks, which idiot used the doorbell!"

I was in a meeting when the doorbell woke up my mother's portrait.

Sirius asked angrily, having just finished finishing the crazy portrait of his mother.

When he saw John, his angry expression froze.

"John Wick?" he asked confused.

The sound was a bit loud, making the noise in the conference room quiet.

...

The piglet flew back and stood on Ron's shoulder, as if accusing him of something.

"Piggy, why did you come back so soon?" Ron was very surprised at how quickly Piggy came back.

Hermione asked uncertainly, "Did you deliver my letter to John?"

When John was mentioned, the piglet stretched out his feet and accused John of evil deeds.

Just then, Sirius' voice came.

Harry hesitated and said, "Did I hear it wrong?"

Ron had the same expression, a little confused.

Hermione screamed and said in surprise, "It's John."

"But, but there's a Fidelius Charm here, he can't possibly come here." Harry muttered to himself.

Hermione had already run out.

Harry and Ron had no choice but to follow him out. When the piglet saw that his owner didn't care about his injury, he flew around the room to vent his anger.

Passing the staircase wall covered with house-elf heads, they saw the boy standing in the porch.

John Wick.

Sirius realized something at this time, his face changed, and he asked: "Did someone tell you the address?"

The secret keeper here is Dumbledore. Could it be that Dumbledore told John?

"Sirius, we haven't seen each other in a while."

John smiled and said, "Do you remember chasing a Muggle?"

"Huh?" Sirius frowned, thinking of the Muggle he hadn't caught up with, and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

John's smile disappeared, and he said coldly: "My father has received a lot of care from you."

After these words fell, Sirius's face changed drastically.

John suddenly raised his left hand, and Sirius was hit in the chest by the impact force, and the whole person flew backwards.

The pattern on the shoe surface glowed with light, and John clenched his right hand into the air, and the Silver Wick Sword appeared.

His speed was so fast that even Tonks, who was closest to him, had to react later.

"stop!"

There was a loud shout, and even without looking up, John knew that there were at least three wands pointed at him.

At this moment, the sharp blade had already cut Sirius' cheek and pierced into the wall.

Looking up, John's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement.

"Professor, I didn't expect you to be here."

The people in the conference room came out, including Moody, Lupin, Snape, Mr. Weasley and the dark-skinned wizard in purple robes.

Snape did not take his wand. He asked in a deep voice, "John, why are you here?"

"Unfortunately," John stepped on Sirius's left rib, shrugged, and said easily, "My father was attacked by two wizards here some time ago. I'm still wondering which daring guy it was."

"That Muggle who escaped is your father?" Snape was stunned.

What a coincidence, they were seen by a Muggle that day.

Tonks, who came out to clean up the blood, did not recognize Watson Wick.

Sirius should have known him, but he was so busy watching his godson in his third year that he didn't notice Watson Wick.

This is very embarrassing.

Snape didn't know what to do.

John's father was almost cast under the Oblivion Charm.

His angry behavior seems understandable.

"I'm sorry, we didn't know that was your father," said Lupin.

"My father was so scared that he didn't dare go out for several days. He even thought he was cursed and was about to die."

He talked nonsense casually, and the cold light flashed on the Silver Wick sword.

John glanced at the men dangerously and said calmly, "This isn't something that can be solved with an apology."

Sirius said indignantly, "It was obviously me who was injured. Your father shot me."

"Oh?" John scoffed. "That's really sorry."

"Well, John Wick, we are all companions," said Moody gruffly. "You are here because Dumbledore trusts you. He asked you to cure the mad dog in Podmore, right?"

John looked odd, "That might not be what you think."

He didn't have Dumbledore's invitation, but came in by finding clues on his own.

Hermione's letter had been a great help, a kind of invitation in disguise.

"John, Sirius!" Hermione walked downstairs and saw John stepping on Sirius.

Harry was about to rush forward, but Ron tried hard to stop him.

"Calm down. Do you see what he has in his hand? Your head is definitely not as hard as that."