I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"You are my daughter, my treasure."

And Helena hugged Ravenclaw.

Mother and daughter hugged each other, while John suppressed his surprise.

This is not a portrait, but a mode of soul texture.

What method did Ravenclaw use to make himself wait until now.

That's right, after all, Gryffindor has retained his consciousness until now.

This hug is very long.

Ravenclaw let go of his daughter and turned his gaze to John.

"Are you a Ravenclaw?"

"Ahem, actually I am a Slytherin."

John is embarrassed, do you Big Four have to ask this every time?

Gryffindor asked the same question last time.

Ravenclaw was surprised, "It seems that you have always had extraordinary wisdom, and more importantly..."

A smile appeared on Ravenclaw's face, "You have love."

Who would have thought that Ravenclaw, who values ​​wisdom, would place the Chamber of Secrets behind a painting that has nothing to do with wisdom.

A wise man never falls in love.

The smartest witch jumped into the river called maternal love and waited for her daughter.

Helena glanced at John secretly, as if secretly wiping away tears.

John wanted to say that he didn’t need to wipe his tears, and he could also study the functions of ghost tears.

"You have the aura that belongs to me," Ravenclaw said. "It seems that Helena gave you my crown."

"Crown?" Helena was stunned.

John pretended not to see it and said, "I do have the Ravenclaw diadem."

"But if you want it back, I'm sorry I can't give it back."

"No, I don't need that thing." Ravenclaw shook his head and said, "It's just to hold memories."

"You came here, I should give you a reward."

It seems that there is a fun game between the four giants. They leave their own secret rooms and also leave some rewards for those behind them.

Even Slytherin left much of his knowledge in the Chamber of Secrets.

John glanced at the bookshelves outside and said, "I've seen your reward."

"No, that's too little," Ravenclaw said. "You deserve more."

The silver-white Ravenclaw waved his finger, and the books outside quickly overlapped.

In such a large library, the number of books can be visibly reduced.

In the end, there was only one book left.

Ravenclaw called the book over and stretched out his hand gently.

Her silver became illusory.

"Mother." Helena watched her mother disappear little by little, feeling extremely reluctant to part with her.

"Helena, I have already said everything I wanted to say to you."

Ravenclaw smiled and nodded, "The last piece of knowledge is to learn to forgive yourself and learn to love yourself."

"This is the highest wisdom."

After that, Ravenclaw disappeared completely.

Keep the book with the silver cover.

The book flew towards John and was caught by him.

This book contains a lifetime of Ravenclaw knowledge.

"I thought I'd say thank you," Helena said to John after returning from the sadness of her mother's departure. "Thank you, John Wick."

John raised the book in his hand and said with a smile: "I should thank you too, Helena."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Everyone finds what they want.

…

Chapter 579 Welfare Institution, Administrator

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel."

This is a hotel in London.

The man carrying the suitcase came here. He looked around the hotel and seemed to be very interested in it.

At the front desk was a gentleman with meticulous black hair.

He smiled and said, "How can I help you, sir?"

"Oh, ah, wait a minute." The man with the suitcase had a friendly smile. He opened the suitcase, took out a recruitment document and handed it to the front desk, "I received the recruitment information."

"Mr. Greg." The front desk took it and took a look. After confirming that it was correct, he smiled and said to the waiter walking by: "Dicky, take this gentleman to the boss."

Dickie nodded and motioned for Greg to follow him.

After he left, the front desk made a call.

"Boss, your applicant is here."

"Okay, Afu."

The phone was hung up and a new customer arrived at the front desk.

The man was breathing heavily, with blood stains on his body, and wounds on his hands accidentally caused by holding a knife. This was a mistake only made by unprofessional people.

Ah Fu remained calm and smiled: "How can I help you?"

"I need you to help me dispose of the body!" the man whispered, still looking around in fear.

People in the hotel lobby turned a blind eye to him, and some of them whispered to the people next to them and laughed sarcastically.

He was like a child who ran over to seek help after getting into trouble. Ah Fu smiled and motioned for the man to come closer.

The man approached the front desk, but Ah Fu grabbed his head and pushed him on the counter.

His head made close contact with the table, and a chill ran down his neck. It was a dagger that could kill him, pulled out of his pocket.

"Please, don't kill me!"

The fear of death makes a man scream and cry like a little daughter-in-law.

Ah Fu lost his smile. He moved closer to the man and said in an angry voice that tried not to lose his courtesy: "Listen, if you want dinner service, you can call. This is a hotel, not a hooligan who can help him after he causes trouble. A place to wash your ass.”

"Now, get out of here as fast as you can before I take out the pistol in the drawer."

After saying that, Ah Fu let go of the man's hair, straightened his clothes slowly, and said with a smile: "Welcome to visit next time."

The man rolled and crawled out of the hotel.

Ah Fu took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

There are always some fools coming to the newly opened hotel.

Those little gangsters who caused trouble all thought that this was where they were doing their mischief.

There are no rules at all.

He took out the pistol from the drawer and loaded it with a bullet, counting down the seconds in his mind.

"Three, two, one..."

The door of the hotel was opened, and the man who just ran out in a mess became more and more angry. He returned to the car and took out a pistol and came back again.

He fired a shot at the ceiling and yelled angrily: "Who do you think I am? Go and get rid of the body, after..."

"boom!"

There was a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and the man fell backwards.

Ah Fu dialed the phone, "A dinner."

After a while, the fallen body was dragged away, and the blood stains on the ground were cleaned up.

Everything returns to how it was before.

…

"I came here to apply for a job as an administrator. To be honest, I didn't expect to be in a place like this."

Greg, who was taken away, was talking to Dicky beside him with a smile on his face.

Unfortunately, Dicky was expressionless and did not respond to him.

After walking for a while, Greg stopped and said, "I'm sorry, I think there might be something wrong with the sandwich this morning."

He held his stomach and looked apologetic, and Dicky instantly understood what he meant.

He took Greg to the toilet and stood outside, continuing to look expressionless.

In the bathroom, Greg unwraps a portable phone device from the sole of his shoe.

"I saw at least thirteen wanted criminals in the hotel."

Greg recalled seeing the people in the hotel lobby and saying into the phone: "Are you sure you want me to be around a transparent person?"

"A man who controls twelve hotels in London's underground world will suddenly become benevolent?"

The voice on the other end of the device said: "Watson Wick is not simple. Do you remember his sudden disappearance?"

"None of us know how he moved there, there wasn't any access underground near him."

"He just showed up at a station hundreds of miles away without any warning, and came back with his wife with a smile on his face."

The person over there continued: "This guy has an extremely smart mind. You need to seize this opportunity. This will be the best opportunity to know Watson Wake's secret."

"The UK has blocked an incident about him. Have you seen the report, an open fire explosion caused by a gas leak? Damn Fuck, there isn't even a gas pipeline in that place!"

"Investigate him thoroughly and find out what he is going to do. You have to be the person closest to him."

"What about the wanted criminals?" Greg asked.

"This is a deal between the government and them, to maintain order underground, and a lot of things can be turned a blind eye."

"Okay, I get it." Greg now wondered whether his boss would send him a bottle of lubricant even if he knew that Watson Wick was going to sleep with him.

As a professional agent, Greg walked out of the bathroom again after ending the call.

With a normal look on his face, he joked to Dickie that he shouldn't have left the sandwich until the next day.

Soon they arrived at a room on the top floor of the hotel.

Dickie knocked on the door and went in.

Greg was locked on the couch at first sight.

A man with a deep expression was sitting there, stroking a delicate golden ball with his fingers.

"Watson Wick." Greg silently recalled the document that arrived at the bureau when the hotel was established.

A man who became a transparent person turned himself into the gray between black and white.

His bold actions led to the birth of the underground kingdom, and in the past few years, he wiped out all enemies with thunderous cruelty.

Before he showed his skills, no one believed that a financial manager had such power.

Even the former Wallace family didn't expect it.

Such a person must be planning a more terrifying plan in his mind at the moment.