I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He saw in his sister the trust in John and the tenderness that came from the Second King.

"Albus, you are wrong, that child, he should have been king."

Aberforth looked at the broken mirror and left a word.

...

When John found Mrs. Wick, she couldn't wait to pull Ariana to try on clothes.

Ariana tried to ask John to save her, but John turned his head away silently.

Finally, Mrs. Wick got a lot of new wizard clothes and ended her trip today.

John took them back to Hogwarts and met Slughorn.

"Oh, Mrs. Wick." Slughorn was a little confused as to why he saw Mrs. Wick at school, but he still said enthusiastically, "Would you like to come here for a drink? There's not enough food up there. I'll go to the kitchen and ask them to make some."

The hedonistic Slughorn would not take advantage of his privilege.

Mrs. Wick glanced at her son, and John smiled knowingly, "I'm sorry, Professor, my mother still has to take my sister home."

"I see," said Slughorn, seeing Ariana, "then I shouldn't keep my friends waiting too long."

He walked away tactfully.

Mrs. Wick said doubtfully, "I remember your principal is an old man with a white beard, isn't he?"

"Oh, he retired and became a janitor."

A door appeared on the wall next to John, and he opened it and went in.

Mrs. Wick and Ariana come in and disappear after the door closes.

Slughorn came out of the kitchen and was about to talk to John about the Bloodborne paper.

Seeing the empty hallway, he swirled his glass, took a sip and said, "I must have drunk too much."

He glanced at the glass hesitantly and drank the rest.

...

Mrs. Wick and Ariana return home.

When they came out of the fireplace, they saw Watson lying on the sofa with his legs spread out in his wizard robes.

"Where have you been?" Watson asked unkindly.

Mrs. Wick put down her wizard robes and asked in the gentlest tone, "Didn't you say not to bring snow to the carpet?"

Watson glanced at the carpet, silently adjusted his posture, and sat on the sofa with his legs together and his back straight.

"I think……"

"I don't want you to feel that, I want to feel that."

Mrs. Wick suddenly revealed her domineering quotes, forcing Watson to go out and shovel snow without any dignity.

At night, Watson found the gift Mrs. Wick brought for him.

A genuine wizard robe.

He immediately ran to the room and said shyly, "As expected, honey, you still love me. Needless to say, I understand. It's hard for you to prepare a Christmas gift for me."

Little did they know that it was a buy ten get one free special offer.

Ariana was in the room, taking out the emerald brooch.

She held the brooch and rolled over on the bed in delight.

Seeing this, the little bear also followed her example and rolled around on the bed.

When Mrs. Wick arrived, she saw Ariana sleeping sideways, smiled indulgently, and covered her with a blanket.

His occasional mischief makes people like this child even more.

Under the Wick family's Christmas tree.

An unopened gift lay there quietly.

Watson picked it up and looked at the name on it.

"Albus Dumbledore?"

What does this name remind Watson of?

He placed the gift in Ariana's room.

The Wicks never thought of Ariana giving up her old family, even though John said her brother was not very competent.

"Cherish your family, Ariana."

Watson put the gift down and whispered in Ariana's ear: "I hope you are my daughter, and I hope you can be happy forever."

Push the little bear that is about to fall in a little further.

Watson tiptoed, closed the door and left.

When the room returned to silence, Ariana opened her eyes, looked at the gift next to her, and closed her eyes again.

She still held the brooch in her hand.

...

Chapter 606: Holidays End, Social Star Spirits

Death of Grindelwald

The headline took up the center of the Daily Prophet.

A name appeared in the public eye.

"Inger Griffiths?"

John stared at the newspaper. Last time he said that getting rid of Grindelwald would solve the problem once and for all.

I didn't expect that there are actually people who do this.

"Grindelwald is dead?" He was full of doubts about this matter.

Would that person die so easily?

The once powerful Dark Lord of Europe died in a small country, at the hands of a Minister of Magic?

John picked up the letter sent by Riddle. He looked at the signature on the letter. It was old Batty's.

Like John, Barty Sr. had doubts about Grindelwald's death.

"Lippi has verified that it is not a compound medicine."

John still has confidence in Lippi's ability. Anyone who can be so successful undercover beside the Dark Lord must have some outstanding skills.

But if it wasn't the polyjuice potion, what else could be used to disguise himself as Grindelwald?

John groaned, "Grindelwald will not die so easily. The inner story is suspicious."

He planned to let Xingtu investigate it.

Focusing your eyes on the photo, the man in the picture is standing at the bottom of the stairs, confronting representatives from various countries, which is in stark contrast.

"Inge Griffiths." John read the name, which was an unknown name.

It can even be said that in the entire Polish magical world, if it weren't for Grindelwald's visit, almost no one would pay attention.

"Dumbledore won't believe it either. What will he do in response?"

John gave the letter to Riddle and asked him to go to Silverhand Johnny's store.

He walked into the Star Society.

Entering the plain, he saw two fighting Protoss Guards.

Hector and Herme.

Every time they collided, a gust of wind pressure would be swept across, and a group of protoss cheered with exclamation.

Next to the Star Spirit is Silver John, who is shining with silver-white light.

John snapped his fingers, and the fight between the two divine guards stopped.

Then he turned back into a star spirit and ran over happily.

After John's guidance and training, these Protoss can finally switch to the Divine Guard state.

Dozens of Star Spirits transformed at the same time, and a suffocating Divine Guard appeared.

This power will be John's most effective protection.

"You came."

Silver John spread out into light and merged into John's body.

"You guys look like an army now."

Looking at the Divine Guards lined up neatly, John smiled slightly.

He picked two of them and sent them to the French and American branches respectively.

This is a security measure.

The chosen divine guard turned back into a star spirit, jumping around with great joy.

John said to the other Protoss: "When you grow up, you can go to various places to guard like them."

The Star Guards were all very happy, as John had endowed them with the meaning of protection when he created them.

So in their opinion, being able to go to other places to guard is the best thing.

The two Star Guards were sent to two branches by John.

In the American branch.

Nagini held the little star spirit in her arms and greeted it with a smile.

"Hello."

"Bubbabu." The Star Spirit spoke in an incomprehensible language.

John shrugged. "It says hello."

"Do you understand?"

"Of course," John chuckled, "I created them."

"You are as fascinating as ever," said Nagini.

"Where's Credence?"

"He's outside," Nagini said to John with a happy smile on her face, "I'm very grateful."

"We don't need any of this."

John waved his hand and said with a smile, "Take care of this place for me."

"I will, my king."

John left when he delivered the Star Spirit to the French branch.

It's very lively there.

"They celebrated Grindelwald's death," King said. "I heard that Grindelwald destroyed the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris before, and many family tombs were also there."

Hearing this, John said calmly: "That's really too much."

As if the person who dragged Père Lachaise Cemetery into the flash explosion was not him.

...

The holiday passed quickly with John's training and review.

Students return to school one day before the holiday ends.

As soon as Daphne came back, she went looking for that stinky boy Malfoy.

The Protoss she trained was very well behaved and had already learned how to transform into a Divine Guard.