I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The terrifying light faded away, and the ruined Père Lachaise Cemetery no longer had any trace of gold or blue.

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Chapter 557 1997, Mr. Wick receives

It was a week after returning from Hogwarts.

Exciting battles and flying dragons, all of these stimulate the heart of an old man who is moving towards middle age.

His wife, Mrs. Wick, had some opinions about this.

"What do you say I ride Chi-Chi to work?"

The old man Watson Wick put his arm around his wife's slender waist and whispered bad advice in her ear.

Ignore Mrs. Wick's eye roll.

"That would be cool," Watson muttered to himself, smacking his lips. "I just wonder how fast Kiki can fly."

He kept muttering in Mrs. Wick's ear, and Mrs. Wick, who couldn't stand it anymore, stabbed him with her hand, allowing him to experience the high-quality sleep like a baby.

When he woke up the next day, he was full of energy.

Mrs. Wick was brewing the magic tea sent by her son's classmate. As a person who had experienced this, Watson understood that the beautiful girl was definitely interested in her son.

"You said John is so popular, does that mean he has a lot of admirers?"

As a parent from a Western country, Watson is still very open-minded.

In his opinion, his son is almost seventeen years old, so it is normal for him to have a girlfriend.

Mrs. Wick was reading the letter from the girl, every word of which had been written with great care and consideration, without any alterations or blurring.

"The messenger is outside."

Watson saw a letter put into his mailbox, so he put down the bread he was about to eat and walked out.

When he came back, he just sat down and saw his son coming down.

He put the envelope aside for the moment and said to John with regret, "I have arranged twenty heavy firepower soldiers holding Chicago typewriters at the school gate, as well as three Gatling guns and a purchased tank."

He secretly took a bite of bread, which was a bit dry. He drank some milk and smacked his lips and said, "There is also an armed helicopter. Your grandfather borrowed it from the Bear Country, but he didn't have a chance to use it."

John looked at his father in silence.

"Let's not talk about how the helicopter got in, but where did you buy your tank?"

Obviously, John had doubts about the origins of Watson's things.

"There is an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov. He is known as the King of War. There is nothing he can't do." Watson held the bread in one hand and took the envelope with the other hand, took a look, and said casually, "I have some business dealings with him."

He saw an Ouroboros pattern of the figure 8 on the envelope, which made him a little confused.

It seemed that no one he knew used this symbol as a seal.

John sat down opposite Watson and asked in surprise, "Don't you run a hotel?"

It seems that his precious son knows nothing about his father's business.

Since we are going to do business, we should follow through to the end.

Watson is a businessman, so he knows whether they are underground bosses or investors behind the scenes.

They all need an order, a place like a financial exchange, to unify them.

At the same time, Watson can also get government support by doing so.

Those underground forces can never be eradicated, and new forces will continue to emerge.

Watson's appearance and the establishment of rules that should have been chaotic made them abide by order.

This is also what the authorities want to see.

Therefore, the establishment of a hotel requires smooth approval of documents, and even if there are some shortcomings occasionally, they can be used as capital to serve as a warning to others in the future after its establishment.

Since we want to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, then our own armed forces are essential.

"The hotel needs some security measures." Watson actually means more than just security measures.

He set up a legal mercenary company and a security company.

Unlike underground bosses, most of the people his company recruits are retired military veterans.

It also aims to show goodwill to the military, as this plan solves the employment and pension issues for retired military soldiers.

Thinking of the hotel he had planned and built for a long time, Watson said with emotion: "Magic is really amazing. I thought the house was bombed, but it turned out to be fine."

It would be nice if he could build his hotel with the flick of a magic wand.

John ignored his fantasies and went to have breakfast.

Only then did Watson have time to glance at the envelope.

He was surprised to find that the Ouroboros in the shape of the figure 8 on the envelope was stretching its body.

"1997, Watson Wick, 6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

"From: 1927 John Wick."

Watson was stunned when he saw the words appearing on it.

Then, the font changes.

"Don't let me find out."

Watson hesitated again and again. He remembered that his son had said that magical items of unknown origin were very dangerous.

What if this is a trap set by someone else? Wouldn’t that be a big problem?

As he was hesitating, he saw the words on it change.

“Ask me for strawberry jam and I’ll give you blueberry jam.”

Watson glanced at the blueberry jam and strawberry jam on the table.

"John, pass me the strawberry jam." He pretended to be indifferent.

After a few seconds, he stared at the envelope, wondering who had pulled this prank.

My son is not a fool, he must have given him strawberry jam.

Thinking it was just a prank, Watson didn't even look at it. He opened the bottle, scooped a spoonful of jam and spread it on the bread.

Just as he was thinking about telling John about it, he realized something was wrong as soon as he entered.

Looking down at the blue jam, Watson stared at John's expression that didn't seem to be joking and asked tentatively: "Did you do it on purpose, or was it an accident?"

"careless."

John's answer made Watson suspicious.

At this time, the letter is still changing fonts.

"Open it after I leave."

Watson, who wanted to find out the truth, looked at his son who was eating bread and water, and asked, "Are you going to work at that uh...magic company today?"

When it comes to the magic company, Watson becomes conflicted.

I worked hard to start my own business, but my son had already taken over several years ago.

Watson looked at the envelope again and again, glancing at his son from time to time.

This short breakfast time seemed particularly long.

Finally, John finished his breakfast and went into the basement.

Mrs. Wick came over to Watson with a cup of brewed jasmine tea and put it down.

Watson tiptoed over and lay down at the basement door to eavesdrop.

After confirming that John had left, he immediately ran up and did not open the envelope. Instead, he locked the doors and windows and drew the curtains.

A mysterious look.

"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Wick looked at her husband's behavior with some amusement.

No matter how old you are, you still want to be a child who never grows up.

Watson took a deep breath and opened the envelope.

If this is true, why would his son send him a letter in 1927?

He thought this was a ridiculous thing, but what happened just now forced him to take it seriously.

Even Mrs. Wick was attracted by his actions and wondered what could have made Watson do this.

Watson opened the envelope and found a piece of parchment inside.

And a beetle, a golden beetle.

The beetle vibrated its wings and opened them to reveal a black octahedral stone.

The first line of words he saw made Watson feel disappointed.

"Take the stone and confirm whether I am dead."

"This is the resurrection stone. If I die, you can see my soul."

Watson felt dizzy and had to hold on to the table to barely stand.

The Resurrection Stone can see the souls of the dead. If John dies, the Wick family, as his closest people, will be able to see his soul.

"What happened?" Mrs. Wick noticed that something was wrong with her husband.

She was about to come over.

"Don't come over here!" Watson roared.

This made Mrs. Wick stop and she stared at her husband in a daze.

Watson's fingers trembled and slowly touched the Resurrection Stone.

He didn't dare let his wife come over. If this was true, the huge blow would be enough to cause a mother to have a mental breakdown.

Picking it up, Watson slowly raised his head.

Not seeing the so-called soul, Watson felt relieved and continued reading.

"If I survive, I will follow the beetle's instructions and find my sword."

"This sword is forged with my blood. Only my closest relatives can find it."

"Take Basil and Riddle with you. Owls have guiding magic. They can guide you to find my house in the wizarding world."

After Watson read the last word, the parchment began to fold automatically, and finally turned into a card as big as a business card.

There is an Ouroboros logo on it, emitting a golden glow.

The golden beetle flew into Watson's palm.

Watson felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and saw that the golden beetle had bitten his finger and was sucking the blood from his finger.

After absorbing enough blood, the golden beetle flew up.

Watson said anxiously: "Hurry! Follow up!"

Mrs. Wick put down her cup and went out with her husband.

They drove and chased after the golden beetle.

The golden beetle is very fast.

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Chapter 558: Letter from the Past

The relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the Weasley family was strained. After the Battle of Hogwarts, Fleur chose to go home.

She is originally from France and lives with her sister who is preparing to attend Beauxbatons.