I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

It was rare for Watson Wick to give up his coquettish red tie and put on a dark tie, comb his hair to look like an adult, and put on a handsome suit. He looked so stern and handsome.

It wasn't John who said it, it was Mrs. Wick.

It was as if she saw Watson who was in love, making a Xizi holding a heart.

The corners of Watson's mouth were slightly raised, showing a three-pointed unruly and cold look, which really seemed to be the same thing.

John wants to go with Watson, he doesn't want to agree, but Mrs. Wick's family is rushing over on the plane, and he doesn't agree, those uncles will probably perform chest crushing Watson.

John is a wizard. Watson actually doesn't have much idea of ​​his son's strength, but he still feels that his son has grown up.

Watson drove and John sat in the back.

He was wearing a dark suit, solemn and solemn, with a delicate and special badge on his chest.

The car drove into Wallace Manor. The bodyguard at the door saw that it was Watson, and after saying hello, let him go.

"Mr. Wick, Sean is waiting for you."

The bald-headed middle-aged black butler leaned over to the father and son who had just got off the car. Seeing John, the butler was taken aback for a moment.

"My son, don't worry too much." Watson said casually.

"Don't keep Sean waiting too long."

Watson brought some contracts, these are some stock funds that Finn Wallace gave him to invest in.

Seeing this, the butler didn't say much, and took Watson upstairs through the front hall.

John noticed that those bigwigs who were talking about paying back the money shut their mouths after seeing Watson.

Their eyes fell on the pile of contracts held by Watson, showing greedy expressions.

"Father is really a sweet potato."

Seeing this scene, John knew a little more about his father's situation.

Silently remembering the appearance of these people, John followed his father upstairs.

Sean Wallace is the eldest son of Fern Wallace. He looks gloomy, and his brows seem to be tangled because of his father's death.

After seeing Watson's arrival, the gloomy look lessened.

"Watson, that's great, you're here." After Xiao En arrived at the funeral, no one showed any good looks, and no one shook hands.

He didn't want to shake hands with someone who might have killed his father.

Watson and his hands squeezed together, and finally there was a sense of trust in Sean's eyes.

"Those people, they may kill my father, I know, only you will not do that."

As he spoke, a look of resentment flashed across Sean's face.

Watson was pulled to sit down by him, took out a few documents from the document bag he was carrying, and put them on the table.

"These are all investment projects entrusted to me by Mr. Wallace before. In addition to these, there are also shares in several companies and funds deposited in the fund."

Documents costing hundreds of millions of dollars were brought out, and Xiao En glanced at them, winking at the housekeeper.

The butler tactfully pulled his son who also worked for Wallace and left together. After they went out, there were only three people left in the room.

Sean approached Watson and whispered, "Watson, now only you can help me find out who killed my father."

He looked sincere and said sincerely: "My father always told me that you are the person he trusts the most, and I have always regarded you as family."

Watson was a little moved by what he said, thought for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Sean, you should know that I am only in charge of investment."

"Watson!" Sean interrupted him and said sincerely, "Help me, and I will make you Wallace's most respected friend."

But Watson really didn't know that he had a way of making money, and he knew nothing about the conspiracy among these big bosses.

He refused again, this time Sean's expression was a little bad.

Sean took a deep breath, and said with some serious threats in his tone: "You have mastered all of father's legal business, this is a huge amount of money, those guys will not let you go."

Seeing that the family relationship is not enough, Sean is going to be tough, he sneered and said: "Your methods are very good, but those guys are inhumane, he will take away your most cherished family members and chop off your son's fingers, you should know character of those people."

John looked strange, I'm still here, don't you think this is a bit too much.

Sure enough, Watson's face darkened. The last thing he wanted was to involve his family.

Sean leaned on the sofa confidently, his expression relaxed.

Watson was hesitant. He admitted that some of his customers might have inside information about the killing of Fern Wallace, but his professional ethics made him reluctant to use them.

There was a knock on the door outside, urging Sean to go down to preside over the funeral.

"Think carefully."

Sean got up and patted Watson on the shoulder. When he was approaching the door, a voice suddenly sounded.

"If my father doesn't help, will Mr. Wallace be one of the people who deal with my family?"

Sean thought there were only two people in the room, but when he heard the voice suddenly, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Looking around the room vigilantly, trying to find out the source.

John, who had been standing in the shadow all the time, came out, and he stood beside Sean, looking straight into his eyes.

Sean was taken aback. This appeared like a ghost. If it was a killer, he might be dead already.

"Who are you?" Sean even wanted to call the bodyguards outside, his back was wet with cold sweat.

"John Wick."

Staring into Sean's eyes, John said word by word, "Watson Wick's son, the one you said would have his fingers chopped off."

As he said that, John raised his hands, as if to say that my fingers were still there.

Sean was puzzled and even wanted to ask John where he came from.

Finally Watson spoke, he got up and looked at Sean and said, "Sean, I will give you all of Mr. Wallace's things, sorry I won't get involved in these things."

"Watson, this is your choice." Sean's face darkened.

Seeing his father make a decision, John turned sideways to let Sean pass the door.

Sean walked out with a sullen face, and he had to read the eulogy for his father.

Watson took John down, and seeing the dead body of his old friend, he still couldn't help being a little sad.

John glanced at Fern Wallace, um, he was an old man who had been shot in the head.

Other than that, feel nothing.

Sitting with Watson, John's expression moved slightly, and he looked at a man standing not far away.

His mouth moved, and he said softly, "Wizard?"

At a gangster party, John sees a wizard.

He squinted his eyes, and the opponent's nose was missing half, and he didn't look like a decent wizard.

Tilting his head, he looked in another direction, which was also a wizard.

There were five wizards in the whole gangster party. They didn't seem to know each other and were wary of others.

"Looks like wizards work for Muggles too."

John, who was not noticed, had an indifferent expression, and his scrutiny had already wiped out the foundations of these wizards.

Not a serious wizard, much less an Auror.

There is a high probability that they are dark wizards, who work for Muggles, who are either high or low, and their strength should not be very good.

For ordinary people, these methods are hard to defend, but John has a dozen ways to kill them.

Someone left during the funeral, and Sean stared at the back of that person, trying not to let himself shoot.

When it was over, Watson was ready to take John away.

At this time, a big black guy came over. He was tall and strong, and he was accompanied by four or five black people who were also big and not easy to mess with.

"Watson, I hope you can think about it."

The big black man's eyes swept over John, full of danger.

John looked up, not paying attention.

Watson looked cold, took John into the car and left.

Before leaving, John also saw the wizard with a missing nose standing next to the black boss.

The two of them were talking, and the black boss said something, and the black wizard nodded with a cruel smile.

"It seems that something happened tonight."

After John came home, Mrs. Wick first came to hug her son, and then looked her husband up and down.

dinner.

Under the shocked eyes of the couple, John got up and went to the basement after eating casually.

Watson scratched his head, hesitantly said: "Did it scare him today?"

He thought it was because John was frightened by the party of the big bosses, and Mrs. Wick felt that her skills had deteriorated, and she felt sorry for her son more.

At first, I thought that John lost weight so quickly because he was growing up, but now it seems that the food at Hogwarts may not be good.

She picked up the phone and dialed it. After three rings, the phone was connected, and a lazy female voice sounded, "Hello?"

"Lucy, last time you said that you bought the recipe from Master Chen, the super chef Tianchao Xiaodao, and sent it to me. I will pay double the price."

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