I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I can't, and I don't want to." Dumbledore shook his head with a complicated expression, "Stop, Gellert."

"He will kill you."

Grindelwald's smile faded, he put his hands on the table and slowly pulled them away.

"Will you cast a spell on my back?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore's answer was full of confusion.

The greatest wizard now seemed like a child who couldn't guess the answer.

"I still say the same thing. You don't want to be my enemy." Grindelwald stood up with a smile. "Something more unsolvable than the Blood Alliance is binding your heart."

Grindelwald left.

And as he said, Dumbledore hadn't cast a spell on his back.

Looking at the cup of coffee with three sugars, Dumbledore saw his old face through the black coffee.

He reached out and touched his beard.

"What on earth are you going to do, Grindelwald?"

Why is he more deserving?

Reshape the world, in a world that cannot be changed?

Baptism of Holy Fire.

Grindelwald, do you want to build on the ruins of the demolition?

But you can't do it.

We all know that.

That person is here.

...

After being tested by Xenophilius Lovegood, the first person to try it out, people began to take an interest in the Christmas Star Spirit activities.

But there is no chance this year, as both Protoss were captured.

Two little golden men, Hector and Herme, were chasing the little brown bear.

In the huge Silver Hand Manor, the Wick family treated it as an adventure.

Watson is reluctant to go back today.

This place is much more fun than the hotel he runs.

The brown bear was suppressed by two star spirits, and Helme was seeking revenge for the Seven Days Lock that was stronger than gold last time.

If the brown bear could speak, he would be cursing the Protoss for being unsportsmanlike.

"Little Bear."

Ariana called out to the little bear, who exploded his small universe, knocked the star spirit away, and put his hands on his hips.

It somersaulted into Ariana's arms.

John teaches Ariana her first spell.

"Put your hands on the Practical Magic Picture Book, Ariana."

He gave instructions from the side, and Ariana followed his instructions.

Place your hand on the open "Practical Magic Picture Book".

John continued; "Close your eyes and think about where you are going."

Ariana closed her eyes and thought about the Wicks.

"Next, all it takes is a little miracle, a little magic."

Under John's guidance, Ariana mobilized the magic power in her body.

In her mind, a picture of the Wicks' home emerged.

The next second, several pages flew out of the book quickly.

"Dad, Mom, I think we have to say goodbye first."

John stood outside the pages of the book and said goodbye to his family inside.

"I forgot to take the flying teapot. You must bring it back to me next time." Watson was still thinking about the wild teapot he captured.

Mrs. Wick silenced her husband with a death glare. She looked at John and said, "Remember to eat on time, John."

After saying that, the pages of the book suddenly closed up.

The three were dragged away by a suction force.

Then the book disappeared.

John stood in the lobby, looking at the deserted hall.

The fire in the fireplace died down and a chill came over me.

John glanced at the teapot on the table.

There are only three days left in 1998.

...

Wick's house.

The old agent who had been monitoring day and night had a depressed look on his face.

His stubble had grown much longer, making him look much more haggard.

The young agent finally woke up after sleeping for a day and a night.

He said good morning to the old agent foolishly, without noticing that his face was swollen from being beaten.

"You suddenly fainted. Do you remember what happened?" the old agent asked the young agent what happened.

The young agent recalled carefully and said uncertainly: "It seemed like an impact. I just felt a force that made me let go of the handle."

"Could it be an electric shock?" The old agent thought about it and felt something was wrong.

They didn't know what anti-intrusion methods Watson Wick used, but the power of this method made the agents dare not act rashly.

"Watson Wake left secretly. He must have done something shameful. The organization is already investigating the major events that happened during this period."

The old agent looked unhappy. "We failed to monitor properly this time. We have been criticized by the organization."

"If we don't find Watson Wick ..."

"Isn't this it?" the young agent asked.

The old agent looked over and saw the monitor screen facing the window of Wick's house.

At this moment, Watson was drinking the coffee made by Mrs. Wick with a smile on his face.

"Watson Wick!" The old agent's heart almost stopped beating.

He contacts other agents.

Feedback from various places indicated that Watson did not appear on the streets.

How can it be?

Is it an underground passage?

The old agent looked solemn, "Suddenly appearing, what tricks is Watson Wick playing?"

They haven't found any major accidents yet.

But in this situation, they are completely confused.

"Wait, he's on the phone, hurry up and find a lip reader!"

The old agent also wanted to install a bug in it, but so far no one has been able to get in.

The only way to get the news is through lip reading experts.

Soon the lip-reading expert in the team arrived, rolled down the window and stared at Watson through a telescope.

"Sokovia, hotel, what, not open? If others see it, they will think I can't afford it, so I'll open another one!"

After the lip-reading expert finished speaking, the old agent fell into deep thought.

"Sokovia?" He remembered the country.

A small country in the interior of Eastern Europe, mountainous and barren.

What is there in that place that is worth the underground president's concern?

Also, what's that behind it?

The underground president’s empire blueprint?

The old agent felt it was very tricky. This underground president who had disappeared for two days was actually going to start ruling other countries?

This is no small matter, and even the veteran agent can’t grasp it.

"Look, it's the guy with the turkey."

The young agent said, and the old agent looked over.

Greg showed up quickly after receiving the message and he rang the doorbell.

The door is opened.

Watson came out and saw Greg, his face returning to its expressionless state.

"Hello, Mr. Wick, I thought I'd send you some Christmas wishes." Greg considered his words.

After finishing speaking, Watson said expressionlessly: "Thank you for your blessing."

"Uh... that..." Greg looked behind the door.

Watson said, "Have you prepared the Christmas present for the welfare home?"

"Ah, ready."

"Very good, there's one for you in there."

Watson closed the door and said disdainfully, "You have the nerve to come here after making my daughter dislike you."

Greg looked at the closed door, wondering if he had been discovered.

He sighed, "This task is too difficult, boss."

...

Chapter 702 John Wick, Where is Your Limit?

There are still two days left until the end of December.

During this time, Tang Mi finally came to his senses.

He hesitated to speak several times around John.

"What do you want to say?" John couldn't stand his expression, so he spoke first.

"Sir, last time Lippi..." Tang Mi asked, "Can I see him again?"

"Is it you or your girlfriend?" John looked at Tang Mi.

"It's me, and Oz."

Tang Mi was silent for a while, then said, "We all want to see him once."

John stared at Tang Mi, the subordinate who had followed him the longest.

"Send Oz Hildre over here."

Tang Mi raised his head, but then he hesitated.

"My Lord, will doing that cost you anything?"

It's not just magic that allows me to see Lippi again.