I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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

John glanced at Ariana who was happy, and Fred couldn't bring anyone with him.

It shouldn't be a big problem if you bring someone there by yourself.

I still have to pick out some gifts.

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

Tom wagged his tail and wanted to pass.

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

"How to get there?" John thought for a moment, looked at Ariana and asked, "Would you like to try the Knight Bus?"

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

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

Taking Ariana out, John suddenly felt at least a dozen eyes falling on him.

"They are all spying on Dad." John glanced at them and knew who they were.

He took Ariana out with a normal expression, and when he walked to Crescent Street, he knew someone was following him.

With a wave of his hand, strong winds whipped up around him.

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

In fact, John didn't leave, he was still there.

However, a confusion spell was used to make them think they were gone.

He stretched out his wand, and soon a speeding three-decker bus came to a stop in front of him.

The pimple-faced conductor opened the door and walked out. When he was about to make an introduction, his eyes widened.

“Jesus Christ, John Wick!”

Stan Sampac screamed: "The second king of the wizarding world is me!"

He came over warmly, courting John in various ways along the way.

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

I'm afraid it won't be long before Stan Sampac can brag about his relationship with the Second King the next time he picks up a girl in a pub.

Soon, the Knight Bus arrives 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 a curious Ariana.

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 hadn't been a week since they last saw each other at Hogwarts.

Seeing Ariana, Hannah asked doubtfully: "This is it?"

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

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

May I ask which window God has closed for her?

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

"Hello Ariana, is she a wizard?"

The latter sentence was asked to John. John nodded and said with a smile: "I hope you can make this place cleaner."

"I guess so." Hannah was troubled by the unhygienic nature of her business.

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

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

In Diagon Alley, everyone who sees John will address him as 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 box of wine from the Silver Hand Wine Cellar.

The two headed to the Burrow.

The Burrow was bustling.

Weasley's confidence as the second ancient race was immediately revealed.

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

Harry and other friends also came.

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

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

Fred wore a tuxedo that looked like a hotel waiter in a rare and serious manner, which made people laugh and laugh.

Percy had some smiles on his face as he was seen with his girlfriend Penello.

He was also very happy to see his brother get married.

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

The guests arrived and were received by George and Mr. Weasley.

"Inside please, sir." George and Fred were wearing the same tuxedo.

"Oh, the great John Wick." George ran over very comically and said respectfully, "Can I help you, sir?"

"Red carpet, take 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 'Who am I' game again today."

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

The two brothers often swap identities to play pranks on people.

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

"After all, except for you, those people are quite fun." George invited John to enter.

John glanced around and saw Dumbledore chatting with an elderly woman. The old woman had her back turned to John.

As the younger brother, Ron always had no cards, so he was recruited as a temporary waiter.

It was his Aunt Muriel who always liked to call him over.

Harry wore well-fitting clothes and looked like a real father and son to his godfather, Sirius.

Luna sees John and says hello.

"This is my sister, Ariana Wake."

Ariana looked at Luna who was dressed strangely and stared at the glowing sequins, very curious.

Luna is very fond of Ariana, and the two of them can play together quickly.

Because Luna always has a keen sense of Ariana's emotions and can also know what she means.

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

"Ms. Bagshot."

John noticed that the old woman who was talking to Dumbledore turned around, her face growing older as time passed.

With a head full of white hair, the old woman wore a woolen shawl.

John looked at the old woman blankly.

That face overlapped with that of the previous woman who loved to read.

Bathilda Bagshot.

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Chapter 646 Old woman, reunion

"I think I heard it wrong, Albus." Bathilda Bagshot thought she was hearing something.

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 walk around more," Dumbledore said. "There are a lot of new things now."

"Really?" Bathilda was not very interested. She was already a senior otaku.

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

Suddenly, Bathilda rubbed her eyes as if she felt uncomfortable.

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

"I think I'm out of sight, Albus." Bathilda looked in one direction and said blankly, "I feel like I'm seeing someone familiar."

Dumbledore followed her gaze and saw John.

Dumbledore said nothing. He stood up and walked in Moody's direction.

He knew that John didn't want anyone to disturb him 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 walked over and sat down opposite Bathilda.

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

John looked at the old woman who had saved him in his most difficult time, and he smiled and said: "Hello, my name is John Wick."

"Wick?" Bathilda was inexplicably happy when she heard this surname, "I also know one, he is a good boy, his name is..."

Bathilda's expression was stunned again. She couldn't remember the name of this person or what he looked like.

She wondered: "What's his name?"

"Joel," John stretched out his hand to hold the old man's wrinkled palm and said in a gentle voice, "his name is Joel Wick."

"Joel, Yoel..." In Bathilda's muddy memory, a boy with white hair appeared.

The boy in the emotionally retarded old man's mind gradually became clear.

The boy who turned his leaky roof into a skylight.

That pitiful boy.

The boy who left.

Everything emerged slowly.

There was a warm feeling on the back of Bathilda's hand.

She remembered.

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

Bathilda murmured: "Joel."

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

"You said we would meet again." Bathilda looked at the unchanged boy in front of her with complicated expressions. She looked down at the two hands.

One is old and the other is still young.

Bathilda smiled, the slow old man, very happily.

"I'm an old woman, kid."

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