I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Is it to further monopolize the underground?

Or which country should we take action against?

Or interfering in elections?

Greg felt his pressure grow even greater after meeting Watson.

"Oh, Dickie, you must be Greg then."

Watson was clearing his mind and thinking about what to eat today.

When he saw the person he recruited coming, he stood up with a smile and shook hands with Greg.

Greg was nervous inside, but his expression was as enthusiastic as usual, just like a job applicant.

I became even more wary of Watson.

"It was a seamless switch. If I didn't know who he was, I would have thought he was a kind-hearted middle-class person."

Watson's unpretentious performance sounded a warning bell in my heart.

Greg pretended to be confused and asked, "Hello, Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Oh, this is my hotel." Watson said and looked at Greg.

Greg reacted, opened his briefcase, took out his resume, and handed it to Watson respectfully.

Watson opened it and took a quick look at the resume and was very satisfied with it.

After all, this is a perfect resume that was produced with great attention from the bureau.

"The only question." Watson put down the resume after reading it and looked at Greg's appearance again. "Are you a person who can keep secrets?"

Greg's heart trembled. Could it be that his identity was seen through?

He pretended to be calm and smiled, "I think I can do it, Mr. Wick."

After all, this was one of the few times that the son needed help from his father, but there was no hint of begging in the words.

Watson naturally became very alert.

His scrutinizing eyes made Greg feel like someone was going to point a gun at his head at any moment.

"You're accepted." Watson smiled, "I think you know where the job is."

"Although it's strange, I hope you don't mention that place outside."

Watson smiled mysteriously, "I wish you a happy work."

Greg smiled and said, "I will, boss."

Watson patted Greg's hand, looked down at his leather shoes, and said casually, "Your shoes are nice."

"But it's better not to touch these luxurious leather shoes."

Watson remembered the other party's work experience and thought that it would take several months to save up to buy such shoes.

In his opinion, such behavior was somewhat irrational and made Greg hold his breath.

Greg walked out of the room and couldn't help but let out the breath he was holding.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he suspected that Watson had seen something.

Looking down at his shoes, he felt that Watson was hinting at his agent status.

"That's right. As someone who dares to turn himself transparent, he should be prepared to be approached by agents."

Greg left the hotel and drove to the welfare home.

I couldn't help but ask, "You know I'm a secret agent, but you still dare to let me pass. What gives you the confidence?"

Arrived at the welfare home.

He looked up at the place that looked more like a school.

"Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home."

...

Chapter 580: Changes in Europe, the Missing Minister of Magic

His father took care of the orphanage, and John said that his father was still capable.

People who should be in school are now in Knockturn Alley.

"How many children have lost their parents?" John asked Tang Mi.

Tang Mi has been in charge of the placement of these Muggle children these days. Those whose parents are found will have their memories erased and sent back. Those whose parents are not found or whose parents have died will be kept in Knockturn Alley for a period of time.

The welfare home was built by Tang Mi who brought Silver Hand Fashion Architecture with him, otherwise it would have been impossible to build a welfare home in such a hurry.

The bad thing is that there is basically no concept of orphanage in the magical world.

So their template for the orphanage was based on a Muggle school.

"According to statistics, there are 35 Muggle children in total, 13 of whom are disabled due to experiments, and the parents of 7 wizard children have been persecuted."

John heard these numbers and fell into deep thought, stroking the locket.

Fortunately, the land my father bought was large enough.

"Arrange personnel to clear the memory of the Muggles," John said after thinking for a while, "and send those wizard children to the Young Wizards Foundation for placement."

"Yes, my lord."

Tang Mi received the order and prepared to leave. John gave another instruction: "After sending the child to the orphanage, seal the fireplace."

John didn't want any Muggle kids to come in from the fireplace using the Floo.

Tang Mi was ordered to arrange for the Muggle children's memories to be erased.

Children’s memories are not so easy to clear, and if you are not careful it can cause damage to your brain.

So John decided to take matters into his own hands.

The group of children were assigned to Silverhand Johnny.

They huddled together in fear, and some of the braver ones even looked around.

After a holiday of recuperation at Silver Hand, these little guys have recovered well.

But most of them still can’t tell that they are 2 taels of meat.

"Everyone line up and don't move." Tang Mi maintained order.

John came out with a white wand in his hand.

He looked at the group of children, who had no idea what was going to happen next.

But before he could make them forget, John needed to make other arrangements.

He waved his wand and a silvery-white light fell.

"When something unexpected happens to one of you, I will see it."

His voice was low and hoarse, speaking in an incomprehensible language.

A diamond-shaped logo appeared on the children's backs and shoulders.

This is a kind of detecting magic. When certain changes happen to these children, the magic will take effect.

John, this is just a layer of insurance, after all, the children are being persecuted.

This would ensure that they would not be harmed by wizards again.

After doing everything, John waved his wand and chanted the spell.

“Obliviate”

A white light flashed and the children rubbed their eyes.

They appeared in an orphanage similar to a school. The memories in their minds disappeared and they only remembered that they appeared here for some reason.

During this time, they also made their own friends.

Laughter and joy came from here.

Greg walked in and heard the laughter, and a smile appeared on his face.

He approached a classroom.

Since there is no teacher, there is no one to manage here.

He leaned on the window and looked inside.

He let go of the box in his hand and it fell to the ground with a noise.

He ignored them and stared at the children who looked as if they had been abused.

The skinny children looked like they had been subjected to some kind of experiment.

"Watson Wick."

At this moment, Greg finally understood the significance of his arrival.

There is something shameful here, and those children are most likely from an experimental base.

The seemingly kind man is actually a devil in human skin.

Greg wanted to kill the demon, but he couldn't do it.

...

Watson sneezed.

"My son must be thinking about me secretly." Watson drove with a smile.

He was in a good mood thinking of his beautiful wife and lovely daughter at home.

I didn’t realize that I had become a demon in the eyes of the new employees.

He got off the car happily and went home, then he went home and was intimate with his wife.

Ariana showed her eyes at the table, staring at Kiki who was drooling over the beef on the chopping board.

The adorable scene was so adorable that Watson couldn't help but go over and rub her head. Ariana didn't resist because Watson brought her delicious ice cream.

"Don't give the child too many sweets," Mrs. Wick complained. "Watch her teeth."

Watson was also eating ice cream and nodded to indicate that his wife was right.

"Ariana, do you want to learn to cook with your mother?" Mrs. Wick rolled her eyes at Watson and said proudly to Ariana, "John likes my food the best."

When Ariana heard that John liked it, she quickly got up and walked over.

Watch as Mrs. Wick uses her gorgeous knife skills to chop tomatoes, pineapples, and oranges.

Then with a graceful movement, he put the minced meat, shrimps and fruits into the pot.

“Fruitful tangerine fried rice!”

Mrs. Wick showed off her skills, and Ariana secretly tasted it, her body trembling and her brain trembling.

Black air floated out of his eyes, and the bracelet on his wrist glowed slightly, making the black air shrink back.

The sweet and sour taste that hit her head made her ask with doubt and naivety, "Does John like it?"

Mrs. Wick said with absolute certainty, "He likes this the most!"

Ariana didn't understand, but was shocked.

Just then, Mrs. Wick divinely took out the sealed cookbook from the cabinet.

that moment.

A historic handover for the Wick family.

...

John suddenly felt a chill on his back, not knowing why.

Looking at the fireplace that had sent all the children away, John waved his wand.

The blue flame went out.