I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Watson didn't want to leave his daughter home alone. Andre just called and told him that someone was looking for the old man.

The thought of it having something to do with his son gave him a headache.

"Aren't wizards said to be very secretive? Why are people starting to investigate?"

He looked at his daughter. Ariana was also a wizard, what if he went out and was gone.

What if someone sneaks in and hurts my daughter?

No!

Absolutely not!

Watson looked at Ariana expectantly, hoping that he and his daughter could go on a spontaneous trip together.

Ariana blinked, picked up the glass bottle of soda and took a long sip.

The soda quickly ran out, and she stood up with her mouth puffed out and nodded, little bubbles exploding in her mouth, stimulating her taste buds.

The little bear jumped down immediately and went upstairs to prepare clothes for Ariana to go out.

The little bear can really understand what Ariana wants to wear now.

Watson waited for a while, and saw Ariana jump down directly when there were still two steps left.

In one hand she held a pot of green plants and in the other she wrapped a copy of "Practical Magic Picture Book" in a paper bag.

A black top with an army green bomber jacket, and colorful hot pants and retro shoes and socks.

Watson looked at Ariana's look and then at the French movie released in 1994 playing on TV.

He understood, turned around, changed into a white T-shirt and black coat, and put on a pair of sunglasses.

Look, what a tacit understanding between father and daughter.

Little did they know that when the two of them went out, the surveillance agents were dumbfounded.

"What kind of style is this?" The old agent was confused.

On the contrary, it was the young agent who had extensive experience in watching films and recognized this look.

Before he could say anything, the radio station was occupied by a series of voices.

Then, a black car drove up on Privet Drive.

More than a dozen cars lined up in a queue, and people got out of the cars and came to the mobile food truck and knocked on the door.

The old agent opened the door, and the gentlemanly man on the other side said, "You probably don't want to sleep here forever."

The old agent said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

"You have no right to ask that." Ah Fu smiled, and it was not at all obvious that he was threatening anyone. "Please get out of the car."

"Do I have a choice?" The old agent still wanted to struggle.

"I'm sorry, your choice lies with the Continental Hotel, including your other rights." Ah Fu was still polite.

The old agent frowned and he had to get out of the car.

Looking elsewhere, the Wicks' neighbors were 'invited' out by friendly knocks on their doors, followed by passers-by.

One by one, the agents were picked out.

The old agent looked at Watson, who was cosplaying movie characters with his daughter. He opened the car door and let his daughter get in first.

Watson looked back at the old agent and nodded with a smile.

The underground president has to temporarily disappear from the eyes of various countries for a period of time.

The convoy started, all the cars were identical, with glass that could not be seen through from the outside.

Soon, the convoy disappeared from sight.

"Where are they going?" The young agent looked at the dining car and asked the old agent, "Should we follow them?"

"How could the underground president of London be monitored in London?" The old agent shook his head. "You can take a step towards the dining car."

The young agent was confused and took a step towards the dining car.

"call out!"

He froze and a bullet hole appeared at his feet.

Three red spots appeared on his heart, head and kidneys.

As long as he dared to think about leaving, the sniper in the distance would take their lives in an instant.

The agents on the street looked at each other in bewilderment. In the middle of the day, a group of people seemed to be under a spell and none of them dared to move.

After the convoy left Privet Drive, no one knew which car Watson was in.

Ariana's little bear was studying how to change her long golden hair into short hair to restore the character.

"Where are we going?" Ariana rubbed the air-conditioning vent with her foot curiously.

Watson smiled and said, "Let's go to the house of the person who likes to put on airs."

Like to put on airs?

Ariana blinked.

...

In a quiet club.

McCaffrey was enjoying his leisure time after 4:30 in the afternoon.

This is the club he founded with the aim of giving his brilliant brain some quiet and peaceful rest.

In this club, no talking is allowed in any room except the strangers' room.

McCof was quietly admiring the art paintings hanging on the wall. The next second, someone came in anxiously from outside.

He came to McCof, but due to the rules, he couldn't speak.

Mycroft frowned and turned to look.

Two figures, one big and one small, appeared at the door, but I didn't understand why the girl was holding a pot of plants in her hands?

Watson, wearing sunglasses, nodded to Mycroft.

McCof sighed helplessly, then stood up and walked out of the room.

This was the first time he had to discuss business after a quarter after four.

In a stranger's room.

"What do you mean by that, Watson?" Mycroft looked at the girl again.

From the information he knew, the girl was Watson's adopted daughter, but there was no information about the girl at all.

It's like it appeared out of thin air.

"You don't know?" Watson asked in surprise, "That movie is very popular. This is a killer look."

"Killer look?" Mycroft was silent for a moment. "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this. I'm here to report."

Watson was bored with McCoff for not watching the movie, and he talked about the purpose of his visit.

"If your mission is to make twenty agents stand in the sun," Mycroft said calmly after looking at the note handed over by his men, "this is more like a threat."

"No, no, no, you forgot the whereabouts of those weapons you asked me to find out."

Watson smiled and said, "I found it, so I came to report to you."

"Hmm?" Mycroft's eyes fixed, and he said, "Tell me about it."

"It's simple," Watson smiled, "There's a mole."

"What's the specific list?" McCof thought.

Watson reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper that looked like it had been written recently.

He held it between two fingers and handed it to Mycroft, and when Mycroft was about to touch it, he pulled his fingers back.

"I heard you made some interesting things recently," Watson said meaningfully, "Good things should be shared, just like I shared with you."

McCoff looked at Watson and asked in surprise, "Are you negotiating with me?"

"We can't just talk about friendship." Watson said with a smile, "After talking about friendship, what's left is the transaction."

McCov fell into deep thought. At the beginning, he maintained a supportive attitude towards the underground president.

But as Watson became invisible, everything gradually got out of control.

By now, he had lost control of the financial manager.

The list was important, and the other side obviously knew something about what they were doing.

Such a pervasive intelligence network made McCovey feel apprehensive.

He held out his hand and said, "I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Watson handed over the list.

Mycroft opened it and took a look at the series of names on it, and his brows furrowed.

"what about others?"

"Nothing."

"No?"

Mycroft laughed angrily, "You just gave me a piece of paper with my name on it, but no other information?"

"Of course, they are all on the list," Hua Sheng said confidently, "of course you can check the rest yourself."

This is simply getting something for nothing. It's a list without any evidence, and you have to check it yourself.

Mycroft folded the list into a rectangle and put it in his pocket.

He looked at the father and daughter who stood up and prepared to leave. In order to save face, he suddenly asked, "Where is your son, Watson?"

Watson paused.

"I think I only saw you once, with your adopted daughter, but never with your son." McCoff said with his back to Watson, "It doesn't seem like you have a disagreement. This time it's because of..."

He did not continue.

Watson looked at Mycroft quietly.

Both parties tacitly agreed not to continue the discussion.

Watson leaves, and Mycroft's men come in and see their boss fiddling with a bullet.

"Bullet threat? The old-fashioned way." Mycroft casually put the bullet into his pocket.

He sat on the sofa with his eyes lowered.

...

Chapter 706: The First Bomb, the So-called Truth

The Saints blew up a factory, a British one at that.

Percy dealt with the matter urgently.

But the situation is too big and involves a wide range of areas.

Not even the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes could act in time.

Percy had a headache, but luckily no Muggles witnessed this.

Harry Potter also successfully used the Armor Charm to save the Aurors at the critical moment.

An Auror was killed and his body was taken back to the Ministry of Magic.

His family was notified and watched their son and father in the Auror office.

Abe said, "That saint was going to blow up the factory, and then another one came behind him."

She said guiltily: "I wish I could find out."