I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Tom passed by and took a look, and he didn't understand why an owl was so moved by the biscuit.

John glanced at the happy Ariana, and Fred didn't have any problem taking people with him.

It shouldn't be a problem if you bring someone with you.

Got to pick out some gifts.

John said to Tom, "We'll be back a little later today."

Tom wagged his tail and wanted to go over too.

John rubbed the dog's head. Unfortunately he didn't plan to take it with him.

"How do we get there?" John thought for a moment, then looked at Ariana and asked, "How about trying the Knight Bus?"

Ariana tilted her head, unfamiliar with what the Knight Bus was.

After all, there was no such thing in her era.

When John went out with Ariana, he suddenly felt at least a dozen eyes on him.

"They are all here to monitor Dad." John took a quick glance and knew who they were.

He went out with Ariana as usual, and when he reached Crescent Street, he knew someone was following him.

With a wave of his hand, a strong wind blew up around him.

The person who was following was blinded by the wind and sand, and when he looked again, the person had disappeared.

In fact, John did not leave, he is still there.

However, he used a Confusion Spell to make them think he was gone.

He extended the magic wand, and soon a speeding three-decker bus stopped in front of him.

The acne-faced conductor opened the door and walked out, and just as he was about to introduce himself, his eyes widened.

"Jesus Christ, John Wick!"

Stan Shunpike screamed, "The second king of the wizarding world is me!"

He came over warmly and showed all kinds of courtesy to John along the way.

Even Ariana, a delicate person, was ignored by him.

It probably won't be long before Stan Shunpike can brag about his relationship with the Second King the next time he's in the tavern trying to pick up a girl.

Soon, the Knight Bus arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

"It's an honor to serve you," Stan said respectfully, taking off his hat, "Mr. Wick."

John nodded slightly and walked into the Leaky Cauldron with Ariana, who looked curious.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Hannah being pulled by the boss to familiarize herself with the business.

"Hannah."

"John?"

Hannah was pleasantly surprised, even though it had only been a week since they last saw each other at Hogwarts.

Seeing Ariana, Hannah asked in confusion: "What is this?"

"My sister, Ariana Wake," John introduced Ariana, "and this is Hannah Abbott."

"I didn't know you had a sister," Hannah looked at Ariana enviously. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also the second king's sister.

Which window did God close for her?

Ariana hid behind John, poked her head out and said timidly, "Hello."

"Hello, Ariana, is she a wizard?"

The latter sentence was addressed to John, who nodded and smiled, "I hope you can make this place clean."

"I thought so." Hannah was upset about the unsanitary nature of her business.

John didn't chat for long before entering Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron.

Along the way, Ariana's initial nervousness about arriving in an unfamiliar environment gradually disappeared.

In Diagon Alley, everyone who sees John will respectfully call him Mr. Wick.

Ariana also received a lot of things, including a Golden Snitch souvenir from the Quidditch boutique and a new flavor of ice cream from the ice cream shop.

Take a case of wine from the Silverhand Wine Cellar.

The two headed to the Burrow.

The Burrow was very lively.

Weasley's confidence as the second oldest family was immediately apparent.

Their various relatives showed up, as well as people from Mrs. Weasley's mother's family.

Harry and other friends also came.

Before John arrived, he had already seen Luna wearing strange clothes.

Not only her, but Mr. Lovegood was there, too, and they all came to the wedding.

Fred wore a tuxedo like a hotel waiter, which was a rare formal occasion and made people laugh and cry.

Percy was with his girlfriend Penelope, and had some smiles on his face.

He was also very happy to see his younger brother getting married.

Because there were so many people, they set up tents in the open space outside the Burrow.

When the guests arrived they were greeted by George and Mr. Weasley.

"Come in, sir." George and Fred were wearing the same tuxedo.

"Oh, the great John Wick." George ran over in a very funny way and said respectfully, "Do you need my help, sir?"

"Red carpet, bring out the red carpet quickly."

The Weasley twins were still the same twins. John glanced at George who was playing tricks and said speechlessly, "Don't tell me you played the game of 'Who Am I' again today."

George smiled awkwardly, and John shook his head helplessly, "I hope that unlucky guy who was cheated won't be angry."

The two brothers often exchange identities to play tricks on people.

John knew what was going on when he saw George and Fred were dressed the same.

"After all, except for you, those people are quite interesting." George invited John in.

John glanced over and saw Dumbledore chatting with an elderly woman, who had her back to John.

Ron, as the younger brother, was always the least favored, and he was recruited as a temporary waiter.

It was his Great-Aunt Muriel who always liked to order him around.

Harry was wearing fitted clothes, and he and his godfather Sirius looked like real father and son.

Luna saw John and greeted him.

"This is my sister, Arianna Wake."

Ariana looked at Luna, who was wearing strange clothes, and stared at the glowing sequins with curiosity.

Luna has a liking for Ariana, and the two of them can quickly get along well.

Because Luna can always keenly perceive Ariana's emotions and know what she means.

"Ariana? Albus, I think I heard Ariana."

"Ms. Bagshot."

John noticed that the old woman who had been talking to Dumbledore turned around, her face becoming older with the passage of time.

The old woman had white hair and was wearing a woolen shawl.

John stared at the old woman blankly.

That face overlapped with the previous woman who loved reading.

Bathilda Bagshot.

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Chapter 646 Old Lady, Reunion

"I think I heard it wrongly, Albus." Bathilda Bagshot thought she was hallucinating.

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Bathilda looked at the arriving guests and said, "I haven't been to such a lively place for a long time."

"You can go out more often," Dumbledore said. "There are many new and interesting things now."

"Really?" Bathilda was not in a good mood. She was a veteran homebody.

If it weren't for Weasley's wedding invitation, she wouldn't have come.

Suddenly, Bathilda rubbed her eyes as if she felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore was about to treat Bathilda to dessert when he saw Bathilda rubbing her eyes.

"I think my eyes are blurry, Albus." Bathilda looked in one direction and said blankly, "I feel like I see someone I know."

Dumbledore followed her gaze and saw John.

Dumbledore said nothing, he stood up and walked towards Moody.

He knew that John didn't want to be disturbed at this time.

"Albus, do you think that child looks familiar?" Bathilda always had a familiar feeling. She looked back and saw that Dumbledore had walked away. "Albus?"

John went and sat down opposite Bathilda.

"Hello kid, but I think the person in that position has to come back." Bathilda still didn't remember.

John looked at the old woman who had helped him when he was in the most difficult time. He smiled and said, "Hello, my name is John Wick."

"Wick?" Bathilda was happy to hear this mysterious last name. "I know one too. He's a good kid. His name is..."

Bathilda was stunned again. She couldn't remember the man's name or what he looked like.

She asked in confusion, "What's his name?"

"Jol," John reached out and took the old man's wrinkled hand, and said in a gentle voice, "his name is Joel Wick."

"Yol, Yol..." In Bathilda's turbid memory, the figure of a young man with white hair appeared.

The image of the young man gradually became clearer in the emotionally dull old man's mind.

The boy who turned his leaky roof into a skylight.

That pitiful boy.

The boy who left.

Everything came slowly.

Bathilda felt a warm sensation on the back of her hand.

She remembered.

The appearance of the white-haired boy gradually overlapped with the black-haired boy in front of him.

Bathilda murmured, "Yor."

"I'm here," John smiled, "Ma'am."

"You said we would see each other again." Bathilda looked at the unchanged boy in front of her with complicated feelings, and she lowered her head to look at the two hands.

One is old, the other is still young.

Bathilda laughed, the old, insensitive woman, laughing heartily.

"I'm an old woman, kid."

She looked at John and said, "You are still as young as ever."