I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Watson, what is that noise?"

"Uh...no." Watson had just finished speaking when an explosion was heard.

He swallowed hard, turned his head back, and repeated as if nothing had happened: "Nothing happened."

The man on the other end of the phone looked at it suspiciously. He had clearly heard an explosion just now.

The golden beetle flies very fast. No one except Mrs. Wick, the witcher, can keep an eye on it for a moment.

Rushing across Tower Bridge, they arrived at the Tower of London.

The golden beetle flew towards the Tower of London, no need to drive fast this time.

The smoking car was abandoned after the affair, and the couple quickly chased after it.

The golden beetle had stopped, and in the sky, two owls, one black and one white, were circling over the White Tower, a famous building in London.

They broke in and searched along the way, and saw a broken hole above the St. John's Chapel.

The sunlight shone through the hole, and a golden beetle stood out in the air.

No, that's not right.

Look closely, under the brown prayer table, a faint sword shape emerges in the sunlight.

"Is this John's sword?"

The golden beetle is crawling on the hilt of the sword, and the red gem is full of magic.

Watson and Mrs. Wick looked at each other.

Go forward.

The couple stopped in front of the Silver Wick Sword, and Watson took a deep breath.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and just as he was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, his palm passed through.

"What's going on?" Watson was confused and tried a few more times.

The sword is clearly here, but it cannot be touched.

Mrs. Wick also reached out to touch it, but she couldn't.

"magic."

A light bulb went off in Watson's head and he remembered what his son had said.

He murmured to himself, "This sword is forged with my blood, and only those closest to me can find it."

Looking at the beetle crawling on the hilt of the sword, the idea in Watson's mind became clearer.

Just then, a gunshot interrupted his thoughts.

"Haha, Watson Wick, you also make mistakes sometimes."

There were dozens of ferocious-looking men armed with weapons, led by a dark-skinned man.

He wore a large gold chain, a gold ring with a ruby ​​on his left hand, and held a revolver in his right hand.

"You guys?" Watson frowned. "The Nigerian gang has been exiled."

"Fuck!" The leader, Dahei, was furious. "Only those fools would let you control them. The Nigerian lion is not afraid!"

This place was originally the territory of the Nigerian gang, and it was this group of people who caused trouble for the hotel last time.

Watson, who has joined forces with the official authorities and the entire underground, has exiled them, but he did not expect that this group of people would be so tenacious.

The situation is very bad now. They are in the territory of the Nigerian gang and are isolated and helpless.

Mrs. Wick turned silently, kicked off her high heels that were in the way, and flipped her fingers to reveal two teaspoons that she had hastily brought.

Striking a fighting stance, Mrs. Wick said coldly, "I will kill anyone who prevents me from saving my son."

"Spoon?" Dahei laughed so hard when he saw what she was holding.

Provocatively, Dahei said, "You want to make me a cup of coffee with a spoon?"

Dahei, who was laughing loudly, didn't take Mrs. Wick seriously at all. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger without any warning.

The bullet was moving at a speed too fast to be seen by the naked eye as it rushed towards Mrs. Wick.

The long black hair was dragging and a hole was made by a bullet.

Mrs. Wick lowered her body in an instant to make it easier for herself to sprint.

The teaspoon in his hand turned into a golden light and passed through the brain of another subordinate who was about to raise his gun.

She appeared among the crowd like a ghost.

Fists, fingers, palms, elbows, knees, legs, shoulders...

Anything that can be driven is a deadly weapon.

No matter how ferocious a lion is, it has to bow its head in front of a witcher.

What's more, he is a demon hunter looking for his son.

The alpha wolf of the Jovanovich family.

Silver light flashed and gunshots poured out.

Mrs. Wick attacked the sheep and started a killing spree.

Someone was trying to attack from behind, and Mrs. Wick's hair was spread straight and scratched across the man's neck like a steel wire.

Blood splattered, and blood flowers bloomed on the fair skin.

"What the hell is this?"

Dahei saw his younger brother being slaughtered like a radish by the woman with a teaspoon.

Nigeria, where he is located, is located in Africa. There are many people with various strange abilities. He has even seen a man who was so old that he could not walk, but he could make someone jump off a building with just a stick.

But this humanoid killing machine is beyond imagination.

Before today, he never knew that a strand of hair could kill people.

"Someone come, come more, shoot her to death!" Dahei shouted in panic.

The younger brothers who came in later all had guns in their hands and fired bullets.

Even a demon hunter would have to dodge when faced with such densely packed killing weapons.

Mrs. Wick was very fast and hid behind the wall.

The wall was hit and stones flew everywhere.

Watson was very anxious.

His men didn't arrive so quickly, and Dahei had already set his sights on Watson.

Grinning, he took the axe from his younger brother and walked towards Watson step by step.

"Watson Wick, President of the London Underground?"

"You loser has a beautiful woman," Dahei said, licking his lips and laughing obscenely, the axe in his hand reflected the sinister profile of his face. "My men are all big and good at sex."

"Wait till I chop off your limbs, and then I'll make you watch."

After saying that, Dahei chopped down with an axe.

Watson did not dodge or evade, but suddenly jumped up and crashed into Dahei's arms.

The two men wrestled with each other, and Watson punched Dahei on the back of his teeth.

The big black hand axe cut Watson's arm.

But Watson held down Dahei's arms with his hands and bit Dahei's throat with the most primitive weapon given to humans by God.

The smell of blood rushed into Watson's nose, his eyes turned red, his teeth pierced through the black skin and touched his throat.

After tearing it apart, he bit off a piece of black meat directly from the big black beast's neck.

Blood splattered, Watson spat out the meat in his mouth, and stared at the dying Dahei without blinking.

He held out his hands and thrust his fingers toward his large black eyes.

The only miserable sound was the screams of leaking air.

Watson dug out the eyeball from the big black eye and crushed it.

"You can touch me, but you shouldn't touch my family. You won't see the way to heaven and will be damned forever in this life."

He looked sideways and the gunfire stopped.

The group of little black guys were all scared by his ferocious performance, especially the way he bit off his eldest brother's neck with one bite. He looked like a devil from hell.

"Don't be afraid of him, kill him!"

The second in command roared: "He's alone, kill him!"

Mrs. Wick is pinned down by fire, and Watson takes the hatchet from Dahei.

He stood up unsteadily, the group of people raised their guns, and he raised his axe.

"Blood of the father, sword of the son."

Hold the sharp axe blade with your left hand.

With a "swish" sound, blood gushed out.

The Nigerian gang members thought he was crazy for self-harming at this time.

But Watson moved his hand to the illusory sword illuminated by the sunlight.

Blood dripped from his hands.

Touched by the blood of a loved one, the sword of Silver Wick gradually appeared.

Watson let go of the hatchet.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, but this time, he didn't push through.

Watson growled and drew the sword.

The sword has a silver and elegant blade, inlaid with gems.

This is not a sword, it is a work of art.

Watson held the sword in his left hand, pointing it horizontally at the Nigerian gang.

"Let me see what you can do." Watson said to himself.

"What did John say?"

"I am a fire dragon."

Flames burst into flames on the sword, and the fire dragon roared inside it, shaking the church.

Father holds son's sword.

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Chapter 560 This time, it’s our turn to save our king

The Tower of London was evacuated.

A man had just gotten out of his car when he heard a loud explosion.

Immediately afterwards, thick smoke came out of the white tower with a history of nearly a thousand years, and the glass of the windows melted quickly.

Horrible cracks were densely distributed all over the White Tower.

The man stared at the historic building that had become a dangerous building, and said through gritted teeth: "This is what you mean by nothing will happen, Watson Wick!"

"Roar--!"

The golden fire dragon shattered the outer wall.

The wind pressure swept away several police officers surrounding the area.

"Sir, we cannot be sure whether there will be a third explosion."

A policeman ran over to report and looked at his colleague who was blown away with lingering fear.