I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"It doesn't look like it's the one. Let's try this one."

Ollivander took the wand carefully and produced a new mahogany wand.

John took it, and the cardboard box next to it exploded.

"You're a picky person, try this one, yew and dragon heartstring."

As time went by, it seemed like there was nothing left to adapt to.

John became a little numb from the constant changes.

The originally tidy store had been blown to pieces. Even Watson, who was stopped by his wife outside, suspected that what was sold inside was arms rather than wands.

"Mr. Wick, with all due respect, I have never seen a student as disruptive as you."

Even the best-tempered oak and unicorn hair could exert the power of bombs in John's hands, which made Ollivander more and more excited.

The more discerning the guests are, the more sense of accomplishment they bring to Ollivander.

"Now I remember, it was a wand as picky as you."

Ollivander slapped his head, realizing something.

The old man climbed up the shelf at a brisk pace, so fast that John doubted how old he was. At the same time, he was really afraid that he would miss a step and fall down.

After rummaging through the boxes on the shelf, Ollivander found a dusty box in his hand.

He blew out the dust on the box and turned it into a gray cloud that flew out.

"Red oak and ptarmigan tail feathers, nine and three-quarter inches, springy and flexible."

With a smile, he reached in and took out the wand, and Ollivander handed it to John expectantly.

A pair of eyes stared at John, as nervous as if they were watching their daughter getting married.

When John took it, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"That's it."

Blessing to the soul.

He raised his hand and waved his wand gracefully.

There was no explosion, but a few fluorescent spots emerged from the tip of the wand, as gentle as a breeze, and landed on the face like bubbles.

"That's it!"

Clapping his hands happily, Ollivander smiled with satisfaction.

Every magic wand is a willful child. It is the greatest happiness to let the child find his own partner.

Ollivander smiled and said to John: "The red oak wand is passionate about fighting and is a warrior among wands."

"It sounds like it's more suitable for me than a pencil." John also smiled. Now he doesn't have to carry the pencil on the lining.

I hope the red oak is more durable than the pencil so I don't have to worry about it breaking.

The price of a magic wand is 7 gold galleons.

After paying the money, John went to reunite with his parents.

Along the way, Watson showed great interest in John's magic wand, and even used the wand to make a morning glory bloom on his wife's head.

John snatched back his wand to prevent his father from continuing to cause trouble.

"By the way, we also need to buy an owl." John slapped his forehead.

I almost forgot that there are no telephones in Hogwarts. If you don’t have an owl, you can only use the Hogwarts public owl.

Thinking of the bad-tempered owl, John decided to buy one.

...

Eeyore Owl Shop.

There was a lot of noise in the store, and the smell of owls and bird droppings was unbearable for Mrs. Wick, so she left.

"That's it."

John chose the white one among many owls at first sight.

It was a snowy owl, and John named it Basil.

Basil the Snowy Owl tilted his head and stared at John with his round eyes, as if he wanted to remember his master.

After returning home, Watson became playful and took various photos with John's wand.

If John could fit into his wizard robe, he would probably have taken a few more photos wearing it.

Mrs. Wick leaned against the cupboard helplessly and looked at him, as if she was looking at a child who had not grown up, with a hint of smile in her eyes.

At the same time, Harry also received his gift.

A snowy owl he named Hedwig.

This was his happiest day.

...

John received a gift.

When Mrs. Wick took out the gift, John was startled by the moving gift box and subconsciously drew out his wand and held it in a reverse position to be alert.

When the gift box was opened, a puppy popped out.

Big ears, brown on the head and black on the back.

Beagle, full name Beagle Beagle.

After the puppy came out, it started licking John's face wildly, showing its dog-licking nature.

Mrs. Wick smiled at this heartwarming scene, leaning into Watson's arms and saying warmly:

"Your father and I both think it's wrong for you to go to school with a spider or a mouse. This little treasure is our gift to you for your first day of school."

Watson also nodded and moved his lips silently, obviously saying that was your mother's idea.

Watson, who became a fan of wizards at some point, doesn't think mice are bad.

Come on, it's super cool to take a mouse to school.

John felt that if his father were a wizard, he would definitely be a Gryffindor.

This spirit of exploration of everything and the adventurous spirit of not fearing death is the perfect embodiment of those little lions.

"Thank you, Mom. I also think it's not nice to bring a mouse."

John, who also disliked mice, liked this gift very much. After all, mice reminded John of a plot in Harry Potter.

It seems that there was a greasy middle-aged man who turned into a mouse, and he was disgusted when he turned back into human form.

I picked up the puppy. It was only a few months old, but its tail was wagging as vigorously as a propeller.

"Give your pet a name. I named the first toy car your grandma gave me."

It was a pity that Watson was unable to buy a black widow as a pet for his son.

Father and son have always had equal taste in naming.

John held the puppy and responded to the dog's attack.

"As for the name, let me think, let's call it Tom."

Well, this Tom is the one from Tom and Jerry, and is definitely not Voldemort’s real name.

And just like that, John got his first dog.

...

Chapter 4: The Minister of Magic and the Sword Master

9 month 1 day.

The Wicks dropped their son off at King's Cross Station.

Watson, dressed in a suit and tie, looked at the address again and again in his hand, trying to make sure he was not mistaken.

"Nine and three quarters?"

Watson has lived in England for a long time, but he has never heard of such a platform at King's Cross Station.

The family wandered around for a long time but couldn't find it.

John glanced at Watson, who was still in high spirits, and didn't even bother to point out that he had volunteered to go just to see the legendary wizard trains.

As a Muggle, it is inevitable to be curious about magical things.

John, who had read the plot, naturally knew where it was and found the third pillar between the ninth and tenth platforms.

John turned around and waved goodbye to his father, and in front of his father's stunned gaze, he ran headfirst into the pillar.

...

John had a lot of luggage in his hands, so he accidentally bumped into a little girl when crossing the platform.

"oops."

Two bags collide.

The body that has been trained for many years played an important role at this moment.

He stood in a horse stance, as steady as an old dog.

The weak chicken wizard who collided with him was not so lucky, and was directly bumped into a mess.

The luggage fell to the ground and scattered the books all over the floor.

Strength vs. Magic, Round 1.

Strength wins.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing that he had bumped into someone, John hurried over to help up the little wizard who had fallen upside down.

At the same time, help pick up the books scattered on the ground.

While picking up the book, he looked up at the little wizard's face.

The other person was already wearing a wizard robe, with thick and messy brown hair and bright brown eyes, but what attracted the most attention were the two big rabbit-like front teeth.

John has no other merits except honesty, and he exclaimed.

"Your front teeth are really big."

Hermione, who was about to say it was okay, suddenly turned pale when she heard that.

As the daughter of a dentist, her front teeth are bigger than other children, which is the thing she least wants others to mention.

This person bumped into her and laughed at her front teeth. Hermione didn't even want to give John a good look.

John didn't know that the person he bumped into was Hermione among the three little ones. After all, Hermione was beautified in the Harry Potter movie.

Besides, after so many years, the fact that he can still remember some of the plots is thanks to the huge sales of Harry Potter in his previous life.

But it's really difficult for him to remember some details.

John, who had offended people invisibly, picked up the scattered books, stacked them and put them back. John smiled, thinking how graceful he was.

But Hermione on the opposite side didn't have any favorable impression at all.

"Thank you."

After hurriedly thanking him, she didn't want to talk to this person anymore, so she pushed her luggage hard and left quickly.

John thought the girl was just shy, so he used his hand to touch her hair and said sadly and narcissistically, "My damn charm."

...

On the train.

John arrived early and there were still many empty carriages on the train.

He randomly entered a carriage and sat down, looking out the window bored.