I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"John," Mrs. Wick's voice interrupted John's thoughts as she drove on, "your father has been working hard."

"He actually didn't believe in magic at first, and he didn't like wizards."

"When he found out you were a wizard going to wizard school, he was actually worried."

"The witches in those story collections and the evil magic, just thinking about them makes him feel resistant."

John's thoughts were interrupted and he turned to look at Mrs. Wick.

"However, he always tried to act as if he wasn't so worried and didn't make you feel like he was special. He tried to like everything related to magic."

They arrived at an intersection and waited for traffic to pass.

"He did it, but he still couldn't help wanting to know the dangers of that world."

"Over the years, he has also understood from you that the world is just like ordinary people. There are criminals and dangers."

"He was suppressing his worry so much that even I was almost fooled."

"But when you are missing and in danger, he will collapse and go crazy."

Mrs. Wick looked at her precious son and smiled warmly, "You are our pride, little John. We love you."

"No matter who you are, we will stand by you."

"Me too," John looked at Mrs. Wick and smiled sincerely, "I love you too, always have."

Mrs. Wick reached out and touched John's hair.

The tender moment between mother and son was interrupted by the honking of a horn behind them, and Mrs. Wick's smile broke.

She rolled down the window and stuck her hand out of the car, raising it in the international friendly sign.

Starting the car, John has always known about his mother's anger disorder.

He shook his head helplessly and saw through the rearview mirror the angry driver of the pickup truck behind him.

He snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

The old driver's tire burst and he crashed into a roadside fire hydrant.

As long as the other party is miserable enough, Mrs. Wick's road rage will disappear.

John thought he was such a good boy.

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Chapter 425 Malfoy is attacked

The Leaky Cauldron remains the same frown-inducing institution.

John walked in and there was a moment of silence in the bar, followed by whispers.

He ignored it all and walked to the back alley, entering Diagon Alley.

Watson must be very disappointed that he couldn't come this time.

"What book do you want to buy?"

John hadn't been to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore for a while.

Last year he chose to have his teaching materials mailed to his home.

I glanced at the book in the cage that looked like a mad dog, and then looked at the expression of the clerk in front of me who had lost hope in life.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Advanced Potion-Making..."

He called out a series of names, and the clerk's pupils gradually regained their luster.

Apparently it was a joy for the clerk not to have to touch the damn biting book.

Mrs. Wick also saw the books and said, "That book of yours at home is always chasing Tom's tail."

"That would be fun." John could imagine that Tom would not be afraid, but would like it very much.

After buying all the books at Blooms and Blotts Bookstore, they still need to buy some other things.

I put "I Swing a Great Sword at Hogwarts" into my handbag. I guess Dad Watson didn't want to miss out on buying this book that all wizards love to read.

Heading to the ice cream shop, the ice cream here is too strong in Mrs. Wick's opinion.

Perhaps because of the wizard's special physique, eating snacks and desserts would cause cavities the next day.

Mrs. Wick is more interested in clothing, and she is also a good tailor.

There are some notices on the street, all of which are about warning of danger.

There is also a wanted warrant in motion.

The operation of Diagon Alley was not greatly affected by Voldemort's return. John saw wizards who were just preparing to enter school going to Ollivander's wand shop accompanied by their parents.

A girl was holding some roasted dragon chestnuts she had just bought from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The rich aroma made the fat boy next to her drool.

Small stalls were set up stealthily on the street, selling things like amulets.

However, most of them have minimal effects, and are the focus of the new department of the Ministry of Magic.

Mrs. Wick seemed to be a good candidate for being a fat sheep in their eyes.

John scoffed at this, what if Mrs. Wick is Watson?

A wizard with an unusually large nose enthusiastically promotes his amulet, claiming it can protect against 90 percent of the dark arts.

Mrs. Wick didn't even glance at him, as if she saw something dirty.

This made the big-nosed wizard embarrassed, and he turned around and started selling to a big family.

But his luck was not very good, because there was a Director of the Ministry of Magic in that big family who specialized in combating these items.

The Weasley family.

John took one look and said nothing, then headed to Madam Malkin's robe shop with Madam Wick.

These monopolies are really profitable, John walked in.

He grows a little too fast, one step taller every year.

Madam Malkin's eyes lit up when she saw John.

This hanger-like boy is the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

While she was recording John's measurements, she also asked if he would be interested in being a model for Madam Malkin's robe shop.

As the owner of the Silver Hand series, a strong competitor to Madam Malkin's robe shop, John said that he had no such intention for the time being.

This made Madam Malkin a little disappointed. Madam Wick was very proud because her son had quite a reputation in the wizarding world.

Although the Wick family knew that their son was excellent, they had no idea how excellent he was.

I originally thought he was the top student in the grade, but now it seems like it's more than that.

Madam Malkin measured John's body with a tape measure.

At this time, the door was opened.

John looked sideways, but he was looking to the right and there was something wrong with his right eye, so everything he saw was blurry.

There was a clothes hanger between them, so the other party couldn't notice John at first.

But John guessed who it was from the fiery red hair.

Hermione didn't see Madam Malkin and was about to ask when she caught a glimpse of the person behind the clothes rack out of the corner of her eye.

Her expression changed, and Ron noticed that Hermione was a little strange. Just as he was about to ask, he heard an arrogant voice coming from outside.

"Who do you think I am?"

Harry and Ron both turned to look at the familiar voice.

The door was pushed open, and Malfoy and his mother Narcissa walked in, cursing.

"Give him the honor of calling him sir. If not, I will just bury him in the ground."

Malfoy spouted some social quotations that he had learned from somewhere.

There was a hint of gloom between Narcissa's brows. After entering Madam Malkin's robe shop, her eyes scanned around vaguely.

As soon as Malfoy entered the room, he saw three people and immediately turned on the battle mode, saying sarcastically: "I was wondering who was making such a big show, it turned out to be our 'Savior', Harry Potter."

Harry's complexion was not good, and Malfoy continued as if he couldn't see it: "Let the big man watch the door for you? Do you really think you are the savior?"

After that, he performed exaggeratedly.

"Oh no, Voldemort! Dumbledore save me!"

He performed a monologue with a frightened look on his face, which made Harry want to beat him up.

"Malfoy, shut up." Ron stood up and roared.

Malfoy glanced at him and sneered, "Why, the savior's little follower wants to vent his anger on your big brother?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, even spread out his hands, and sneered: "I don't even need a wand to deal with you."

Really, he looks like this.

John felt like his fists were itching.

He felt that one day Malfoy was beaten up outside, and it must not be surprising.

"Come on, who's afraid of who?" Ron's face turned red with anger, and he didn't know whether it was because he was called a follower or because he was looked down upon.

"Draco." Narcissa frowned and glanced at her son.

Malfoy put away his smile and snorted, "You should be thankful that I don't want to get my clothes dirty today."

Ron huffed and puffed through his nose like a cow.

Harry also wanted to beat Malfoy up, and even wanted to wash Malfoy's mouth with his wand.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

Just as Harry was about to draw his wand, he realized something was wrong.

There was no sound from Hermione.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione was too timid to come forward.

He didn't think it was Malfoy who frightened Hermione, so there had to be something else going on.

"John? Ah, the lady."

As if the person with honey on his mouth just now was not himself, Malfoy discovered John and Mrs. Wick.

So Malfoy immediately became a good boy.

"Mrs. Wick, my name is Draco Malfoy, a friend of John's."

Ron's eyes widened at Malfoy's polite manner.

That was even more shocking than seeing Snape washing his hair.

"Draco, I've heard John mention you, a very energetic friend." Mrs. Wick's praise made Malfoy puff out his chest with great pride.

John noticed Narcissa looking at him and he glanced sideways.

After a moment, John looked at Malfoy again, his brows furrowed.

Madam Malkin took his measurements and John suddenly walked towards Malfoy.

When Malfoy was confused, he reached out to straighten Malfoy's collar and said lightly: "Draco, you have to pay attention to your image."

Malfoy reached out to touch the neckline subconsciously, and John said, "I have to go to the cauldron shop."

After that, he said goodbye to Malfoy.

When he reached the door, he saw Hermione looking at him and wanted to come over but stopped.

He looked at Hermione, nodded slightly, and left without saying anything.

Hermione felt lost and her mood dropped. Even measuring clothes afterwards did not make her happy.

There was a tall guy standing outside the door. It was Hagrid.

John came out and smiled when he saw Hagrid.