I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He had a neck brace on and he turned his head with difficulty to greet Orlov, who was also lying in the bed next to him.

"I hope you haven't peed the bed, Orlov," Watson said. "I'm only asking because I think I smell something."

"I don't think I did," Orlov said cunningly, wearing a hospital gown and with his left foot in a cast. "Maybe it was you."

Two brothers live in the same place.

Watson looked at the bedside table, where the little brown bear was standing.

"Hey, Bear, is Ariana here too?"

The little bear didn't say anything, just tilted his head.

“I think your head might need to be checked out, too.” Orlov accidentally touched the wound and gasped. “I won’t let that guy go.”

"Calm down, do you want us to die?" Watson looked out the window.

blue sky.

Tanks were slowly driving on the road in front of the hospital.

Bullets and bombs, the battle that broke out at the alley was extremely brutal.

The corridors of the hospital were filled with patients, including soldiers with broken limbs and civilians who were affected.

"Besides, you didn't tell me that a coup would happen here."

Watson felt a little numb.

It was fine when I came here, but I can't go back now.

Orlov was even more bitter, "If it weren't for that warlord's son you beat up in the strip club, this coup wouldn't have happened."

He never expected that Watson would hit the guy on the head with a bottle of wine just because someone blew a hooligan whistle.

This triggered a series of chaos, which eventually even evolved into a premature coup, causing internal and external unrest.

In this small Eastern European country, both people have been in the hospital for a month.

"Really? Did I do it?"

Watson looked doubtful, "Why don't I remember anything?"

Orlov shouted angrily: "How do you think we got these injuries?"

"Uh... I thought it was my wife who hit me." Watson was honest.

Orlov said in a weird way, "Do you think your wife is Superman?"

"More or less," Watson shrugged, honestly.

The door opened and Watson saw his wife, Mrs. Wick, coming in with a stern face.

Ariana ran out from behind Mrs. Wick, she came to the little bear and asked seriously: "Little bear, did you protect your father?"

The little brown bear nodded vigorously and raised his furry arms to show that he was strong.

Ariana smiled happily, hugged the little bear and said to Watson, "Are you still not well, Dad?"

Watson rubbed Ariana's head and smiled, "Probably another three to five days."

He let Ariana come in and whispered in his daughter's ear: "I am mainly accompanying Orlov. He is too fragile. It is best not to tell him. He is very proud."

After saying this, Watson still looked disgusted.

Ariana blinked and nodded vigorously to show that she understood.

Mrs. Wick put down her purchases and said expressionlessly, "This is fruit."

Watson swallowed hard.

If Watson hadn't rushed over to fight the warlord's son in the strip club, he would not be lying in Sokovia, but in a hospital in England.

Because of the war, the family was forced to stay here.

Watson peeled an apple for Mrs. Wick in a flattering manner, and while peeling it he talked to Ariana, "How are you getting along with the little girl Maximoff next door?"

There was also a family next to the ward.

Their male owner, who lived next door, had his leg cut by a lawn mower.

He has a pair of twin brothers and sisters at home who often visit him.

Ariana loved being with that little girl.

"They're out of the hospital," Ariana said after a moment's thought, "there's no money left."

Watson's smile froze, and he handed the peeled apple to Mrs. Wick in a flattering manner, saying, "I hadn't thought of that."

Ariana didn't have much idea about these things, she never took money from her family.

“Will you be sad?” Watson saw his wife accept the apple and realized that Mrs. Wick was not so angry anymore. He asked her with concern, “Their departure.”

"No," Ariana said as she held the bear in her arms and shook it, "I'll give her the bear you gave me. The bear will help me protect her."

Watson smiled as he listened to his daughter's innocent thoughts.

wrong!

Have you given away the gift I gave you?

Well, at least there's one more.

Watson didn't know it yet, but his two little bears were given away as gifts by his daughter.

In Ariana's arms, the harmless brown bear's round black eyes seemed to have a different meaning.

...

Maximov's house.

Mr. Maximov could see that his daughter was in a good mood.

The yellow bear was held by the little girl from the Maximov family. Her brother next to her also wanted to touch it, but was glared at and driven away by the little girl.

The little girl ran to the room with the little bear in her arms, covered her head with a blanket, tapped the little bear's nose, and asked, "Little bear, I will meet Sister Ariana again, right?"

"It's just a doll," the little boy said bitterly, "it can't talk!"

The little girl lifted the quilt and grinned at her brother.

She didn't see that the little yellow bear moved its furry hands and nodded slowly.

In this uneasy Sokovia.

The Maximov family had a brief moment of happiness.

Although their family is not that wealthy, but the family is well together, that's enough.

This tranquility is the most precious treasure in Sokovia, which is surrounded by gunfire.

...

Finally recovered.

Watson can be discharged from the hospital.

Before leaving, he heard Orlov talking on the phone.

"What? Arms?" Orlov had been holding back his anger for a month. After hearing this, he smiled instantly. "Of course, any kind is fine."

"I can even get...Hesi...Industry."

“As long as the price is right.”

After the call, Orlov walked over to Watson with a smile on his face.

"We've got a deal. Some local guys want to buy arms."

Watson silently glanced at the dilapidated streets around him.

Orlov shrugged and said, "That's what business is all about, isn't it?"

Watson was silent for a moment, his eyes serious and without a hint of joking.

"My daughter's friend is here, Yuri."

Olof's smile gradually disappeared, and he asked in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"I don't want my daughter to write to me in the future and not receive a reply," Watson said, not joking, with a cruel look in his eyes, "Bullets can't kill a man, but a daughter's tears can easily make a man's life worse than death."

"I hope my daughter can keep in touch with her friends through letters."

The severity in his words made Orlov stop smiling.

He sighed heavily, "Well, that's a lot of money, and breaking the date will reduce my credibility."

Despite saying this, he still picked up the phone and pressed the redial button.

Watson saw Ariana saying goodbye to a girl holding a yellow bear and said, "You're going to get more."

This trip is over.

...

Chapter 804: The Shadow of the World's Witch King

The sky is setting with the last rays of sunlight, and dusk is coming.

John received a letter from home.

He looked at Qiqi and reached out to touch the shiny feathers.

This action caught Basil's attention.

The jealous White Owl was already sharpening his nails on the owl stand.

Qiqi was very scared.

John stroked his chin, his eyes sharp.

"What did you eat?"

Kiki blinked and opened his mouth.

John pulled out a wool from it.

"You're not going to steal other people's sheep, are you?" John was helpless after getting the result.

He knew there must be something fishy going on as Qiqi gained weight instead of losing weight during the time when her family was away.

The time when he was left alone was definitely the happiest time for Qiqi.

It turned into a fire dragon and flew to a farmer's house for a buffet, eating three sheep at a meal, and successfully left a legend of a sheep-eating beast there.

"You better not let Ariana notice."

As the king of fire dragons, John could only ask Qiqi to take care of himself.

At the thought of having to eat a vegetarian diet again, Qiqi's demeanor became visibly depressed.

It looked to its king for help, hoping that John could save it.

These pitiful big eyes would be very cute if the head wasn’t so big.

John opened the envelope. Although Ariana did not go to school, she had a father who graduated from Cambridge and a mother who was well-educated at home, so she also learned a lot.

This lively handwriting seems to be in line with John's.

Looking at what Ariana had been through during this period, John could only say that his father had a miserable life.

If it weren't for this extreme operation, it would probably be my mother who did the hitting.

But John felt that his mother still couldn't help it, because his father was currently in a British hospital, and it was likely that his old injury had recurred.

However, along with this letter, there was also a letter from my father.

Watson felt that Ariana was too lonely at home and wondered whether he could let Ariana go to school.

After reading the letter, John also fell into deep thought.

Indeed, Ariana was too lonely.

According to the age registered in the family.