I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

night.

The Bu bird flew out under the rain curtain.

The puddle formed by the rain was stepped on by a big foot.

Muddy muddy water splashed onto the man's robe.

But he didn't care about that much.

On the thin chin, the goatee clung wetly to the neck.

The panic-stricken people ran into the wild woods.

One figure after another flitted by the tree trunk, making the man terrified.

"No, don't," Thunder flashed across the sky, revealing a man's face.

A tall, thin man with white hair.

His robe was stained, his wand was clenched tightly in his hand, and his face was full of fear.

"Please, let me go."

Igor Karkarov.

Principal of Durmstrang.

A former Death Eater.

Now he is like a lost dog, being chased outside.

The rain fell on him, making him extremely embarrassed.

"Karkaroff."

The delicate voice is like calling an old friend.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Light up the night.

Karkaroff was horrified to find that three people appeared ten meters away.

They wore black coats that blended into the night, like the gods of death who harvested life.

The rain was blocked by the black hat.

After the white light dimmed, Karkaroff shot in that direction.

The light of the curse streaked across the night sky, causing a tree to be blown open.

But there was no one from just now.

"Who the hell are you?" Karkaroff yelled like a madman.

"We only serve the strong."

"Boom--!"

A thunder snake struck a tall tree in the distance, and Karkaroff realized that the sound was not far from him.

I don't know when it has appeared less than two meters in front of him.

Face to face, Karkaroff couldn't believe it.

The light disappeared with the thunder and disappeared again.

Instead, there are only three green lights in the night.

After the green light.

"Morsmordre"

A Dark Mark hangs in the sky.

When Karkaroff was found, his hands and feet were cold and his body had no vital signs.

On the trunk of the back, there is a line of words engraved.

"This is the end of betrayal. Those who oppose me, be afraid."

Rough old hands stroked the tree trunk, and the old man with a broom beard frowned.

"It's him," the old man said with disbelief in his eyes, "Voldemort, he appeared here."

Auror looked dignified, looking for traces around.

The old man looked at the man standing behind the Auror and asked, "Mr. Edgar, your family knows the dark arts best."

The prejudiced language could not shake Ludwig's calmness, he walked over to check Karkaroff's body.

"Avada Kedavra." Ludwig said the conclusion that frightened the old man, "Yale Fan, there are traces of chasing, he is not alone."

Yalefan is the old man's name.

Yalefan grabbed his beard irritably, "This is impossible, he is left alone."

"There is a crazy woman beside him," Ludwig said without changing his expression, "We all saw Karkaroff's fear a while ago."

"Yeah, I know."

Even if you want to deny it, the facts are right in front of you.

Even if Yalefan is unwilling to accept it, he still needs to understand one thing.

The Dark Lord might be nearby.

An owl flew down from the sky, Ludwig took it and was about to open it, but was roughly snatched by Yalefan.

"Principal Durmstrang?" Yalefan widened his eyes, "When did this happen?"

"The principal of Durmstrang abandoned the school and ran away," Ludwig explained with a good temper. "The school board extended an invitation to me."

"They let you go," the broom's beard was blown up, and Yalefan's eyes widened like copper bells. "This is an irresponsible behavior. The evil Edgar shouldn't stand in that position!"

"You can talk to the board of trustees about that."

Ludwig's expression sank, "It's time to return the things to me now."

Yalefan gasped for breath, and finally handed the things back.

"I'll talk to them."

He made a threat, and left with the bodies of Auror and Karkaroff.

Ludwig looked at the letter in his hand, and said inexplicably to himself: "The supernatural power is great."

After taking a deep look at the lettering on the tree trunk, he turned and left.

...

"The former principal of Durmstrang died, and the unnamed person took action"

Newspapers flew into thousands of households in the wizarding world.

The newspaper delivery owl was flying over Privet Drive and was about to deliver the newspaper down.

The snowy owl that fell from the sky kicked the owl away and snatched the newspaper.

John saw Basil flying over with the newspaper and was used to his domineering behavior.

He was drinking Mrs. Wick's hand-ground coffee while reading the paper.

Wearing a tie, Watson asks the wizard chess king who looks like himself in front of the mirror, "How about this one?"

"Very handsome," the Wizard Chess King gave a dog-legged thumbs up, "I hope the little girls on the street won't be so handsome."

Putting on a red checkered tie, Watson went to the table to eat.

He still had a copy of the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, and if it wasn't because conditions did not allow him, he would have wanted to buy an owl.

These newspapers are far more interesting than Muggle ones.

"Who is that Igor Karkaroff?" Watson asked like a curious baby. "And what is a Death Eater?"

John took a bite of the sandwich and said in a way that Watson could understand: "The principal of a school had joined a terrorist organization before, and was later killed by the terrorist organization in revenge for betraying the boss."

"There are still terrorists in the magical world?" Watson opened his eyes.

Seeing the popularity of "I Swing the Great Sword at Hogwarts", he asked John to buy a set for himself when buying textbooks.

John responded casually, the way father and son get along is amazing.

Mrs. Wick looked at her husband and son amusedly, and looked up at the wall clock. She reminded, "It's about time."

Seeing that there were still ten minutes left, Watson hurriedly stuffed the food into his mouth, took a sip of milk and ate it.

"Sorry, the hotel has been in trouble recently. I can't accompany you to go shopping." Watson walked to his wife for a while, and then left in a hurry.

Looking at the blushing face of his mother, Mrs. Wick, who was a girl Huaichun, John silently pulled the newspaper up to cover his broken expression.

On a whim, Watson wanted to buy textbooks with his son.

But at this critical point, there were some problems in the hotel, and he needed to solve them himself, so he had to promise to send John to school.

After breakfast, John got into the car driven by Mrs. Wick.

In fact, he can teleport it directly, but let's just relax with Mrs. Wick.

Looking at the pattering rain outside the window, some thoughts flashed in John's eyes.

"John," Mrs. Wick's voice interrupted John's thoughts as she drove the car, "your father has been working hard."

"He actually didn't believe in magic at first, and he didn't like wizards."

"He was actually worried when he knew you were a wizard going to wizard school."

"The witches in those stories, the evil magic, he resists just thinking about it."

John's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned to look at Mrs. Wick.

"However, he's been trying to make himself less worried, not to make you feel like he's someone special, and he's been trying to love everything that has to do with magic."

They reached an intersection and waited for vehicles to pass.

"He did, but he still couldn't help but want to know about the dangers of that world."

"Over the years, he has also learned from your mouth that the world is just like ordinary people, with criminals and dangers."

"He was suppressing, suppressing that worry, even I was almost fooled."

"But when your whereabouts are unknown and you are in danger, he will collapse and he will go crazy."

Mrs. Wick looked at her precious son and said with a warm smile: "You are our pride, Little John, we love you."

"No matter what kind of person you are, we will stand by your side."

"Me too," John looked at Mrs. Wick and smiled sincerely, "I love you too, always have."

Mrs. Wick ran her hand through John's hair.

The moment of warmth between mother and child was broken by the sound of the horn behind her, and Mrs. Wick's smile was broken.

She pulled down the window and extended a hand from inside the car in an international friendly gesture.

Starting the car, John has always known about his old mother's rage.

He shook his head helplessly, and saw the angry driver of the pickup truck behind him through the rearview mirror.

He snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

The old driver had a flat tire and hit a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

As long as the other party is miserable enough, Mrs. Wick's road rage will disappear.

John thought he was such a good boy.

...