I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"You are my daughter, my treasure."

And Helena was taken to Ravenclaw.

The mother and daughter hugged each other, and John suppressed his surprise.

This is not a portrait, but a pattern of soul texture.

What method did Ravenclaw use to make himself wait until now?

That makes sense, after all, Gryffindor has managed to retain its consciousness until now.

This hug was long.

The Ravenclaw let go of his daughter and turned his gaze towards John.

"You're a Ravenclaw?"

"Ahem, actually I'm a Slytherin."

John is embarrassed. Do you four giants have to ask this every time?

Gryffindor asked the same question last time.

Ravenclaw was surprised. "It seems that you have always been very intelligent. More importantly..."

A smile appeared on the Ravenclaw's face, "You have love."

Who would have thought that Ravenclaw, who values ​​wisdom, would place the Chamber of Secrets behind a painting that has nothing to do with wisdom.

A wise man never falls in love.

The smartest witch jumped into the river called maternal love, waiting for her daughter.

Helena glanced at John furtively, as if secretly wiping away tears.

John thought that he didn't have to wipe the tears, and he could study the function of ghost tears.

"You have my aura," said Ravenclaw, "It seems that Helena gave you my diadem."

"Crown?" Helena was stunned.

John pretended not to notice and said, "I do have the Ravenclaw diadem."

"But if you want it back, I'm sorry I can't give it back."

"No, I don't need that thing." Ravenclaw shook his head and said, "It's just used to carry memories."

"You came here, I should reward you."

It seems that there is an interesting game between the four giants. They leave their own secret rooms and also leave some rewards for those who come after them.

Even Slytherin left much of his knowledge in the Chamber of Secrets.

John glanced at the bookshelves outside and said, "I've seen your reward."

"No, that's too little," said Ravenclaw. "You deserve more."

The silver-white Ravenclaw waved his fingers, and the books outside quickly overlapped.

For such a large library, the number of books is visibly decreasing.

In the end, only one book was left.

The Ravenclaw called the book over and touched it gently.

Her silver became illusory.

"Mother." Helena watched her mother disappear little by little, feeling extremely reluctant.

"Helena, I have said everything I wanted to say to you."

Ravenclaw smiled and nodded. "The final piece of knowledge is to learn to forgive yourself and learn to love yourself."

“This is the highest wisdom.”

With that, Ravenclaw disappeared completely.

Leave the book with the silver cover.

The book flew towards John and was caught by him.

This book contains a lifetime of Ravenclaw knowledge.

"I think I want to say thank you to you," Helena said to John after coming back from the sadness of her mother's departure, "Thank you, John Wick."

John raised the book in his hand and said with a smile, "I should thank you too, Helena."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Everyone found what they wanted.

...

Chapter 579 Orphanage, Administrator

“Welcome to the Continental Hotel.”

This is a hotel in London.

The man carrying the suitcase came here and looked around the hotel, seeming to be very interested in it.

The receptionist was a gentleman with neat black hair.

He smiled and said, "How can I help you, sir?"

"Oh, wait a moment." The man with the suitcase had a friendly smile. He opened the suitcase, took out a recruitment document from it and handed it to the front desk, "I received the recruitment information."

"Mr. Greg." The receptionist took it and looked at it. After confirming that it was correct, he smiled and said to the waiter who was passing by: "Dickie, take this gentleman to the boss."

Dickie nodded and motioned for Greg to follow him.

After he left, the front desk clerk made a call.

"Boss, your applicant is here."

"Okay, Alf."

After the call was hung up, a new guest came to the front desk.

The man was breathing heavily, his body was covered in blood, and his hands had wounds caused by accidental knife injuries. This was a mistake only an unprofessional would make.

Ah Fu remained calm and smiled, "How can I help you?"

"I need you to help me deal with the body!" the man whispered, still looking around in panic.

People in the hotel lobby ignored him, and some even whispered to others and laughed sarcastically.

He was like a child who had gotten into trouble and came to ask for help to clean up the mess. Ah Fu smiled and motioned the man to come closer.

The man approached the front desk, but Ah Fu grabbed his head and pressed him against the counter.

His head made close contact with the table and he felt a chill on his neck. It was a dagger that could take his life, which was pulled out of his pocket.

"Please, don't kill me!"

The fear of death makes a man scream and cry like a little wife.

Ah Fu lost his smile. He moved closer to the man and said in an angry voice, trying not to lose his manners: "Listen, if you want dinner service, you can call. This is a hotel, not a place to clean the ass of a little gangster after he gets into trouble."

"Now, get out of here as fast as you can before I take out the pistol from the drawer."

After saying that, Ah Fu let go of the man's hair, slowly straightened his clothes, and said with a smile: "Welcome to visit next time."

The man ran out of the hotel tumbling.

Ah Fu took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

There are always some fools visiting a newly opened hotel.

Those trouble-making hooligans thought this was the place where they could do whatever they wanted.

There are no rules at all.

Taking out a pistol from the drawer and loading it with a bullet, Ah Fu silently counted down in his mind.

"Three, two, one..."

The door of the hotel was opened. The man who had just run away in a panic became more and more angry. He went back to the car, took out a pistol and came back.

He fired a shot at the ceiling and shouted angrily: "Who do you think I am? Go and get rid of the body before..."

"boom!"

There was a bloody hole between his eyebrows and the man fell backwards.

Ah Fu dialed the phone, "A dinner."

After a while, the fallen body was dragged away and the blood on the ground was cleaned up.

Everything returned to the way it was before.

...

"I'm here to apply for the position of administrator. To be honest, I didn't expect to be in a place like this."

Greg, who was being taken away, talked to Dicky with a smile on his face.

Unfortunately, Dicky had a blank expression on his face and did not respond to him.

After walking for a while, Greg stopped and said, "I'm sorry, I think there might be something wrong with my sandwich this morning."

He held his stomach and looked apologetic, and Dickie instantly understood what he meant.

He took Greg to the bathroom and stood outside with a blank expression on his face.

In the bathroom, Greg unpacks a portable intercom from the sole of his shoe.

"I saw at least thirteen wanted criminals appear in the hotel."

Greg recalled the people he saw in the hotel lobby, and he said to the intercom, "Are you sure you want me to stay with a transparent person?"

"Will a man who controls the London Underground and owns twelve hotels suddenly become kind?"

The voice on the other end of the device said, "Watson Wick is not simple. Do you remember that he suddenly disappeared?"

"None of us know how he moved there, there are no underground passages anywhere near him."

"He just appeared at the station hundreds of miles away without warning, and brought his wife back with a smile on his face."

The man on the other end continued, "This guy has an extremely smart mind. You need to seize this opportunity. This will be the best chance to learn Watson Wick's secret."

"The UK has blocked an incident related to him. Have you read the report? An open fire explosion caused by a gas leak? Damn it! There isn't even a gas pipeline in that place!"

"Investigate him thoroughly and find out what he is going to do. You have to become the person closest to him."

"What about those wanted criminals?" Greg asked.

"This is a deal between the government and them to maintain order underground, and many things can be turned a blind eye."

"Okay, I get it." Greg now doubted whether his boss would send him a bottle of lubricant even if he knew Watson Wick was going to sleep with him.

Being the professional agent that he is, Greg ended the call and walked out of the bathroom again.

He joked with Dickie with a normal expression that he shouldn't have left the sandwich until the next day.

Soon they arrived at a room on the top floor of the hotel.

Dickie knocked on the door and went inside.

Greg locked onto the couch at first sight.

A man with a serious look on his face sat there, stroking a delicate golden ball with his fingers.

"Watson Wick." Greg silently recalled the document that arrived at the bureau when the hotel was established.

A man who becomes invisible, turning himself into the gray between black and white.

His bold move led to the birth of the underground kingdom, and in the past few years he has wiped out all enemies with his brutal and thunderous methods.

Before he revealed his tricks, no one believed that a financial manager could be so cunning.

Even the Wallace family didn't expect this.

Such a person must be planning a more terrible plan in his mind at this moment.