I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Privet Road.

"My son hasn't written back to me for a long time."

Watson melted the wax and poured it over the seal of the letter.

I stamped it with my own copper medal, and when it solidified, I picked up the stamp and left an owl logo on the envelope.

Listening to Watson's complaint, Mrs. Wick made a cup of black tea and brought it out.

He took out a piece of bacon from breakfast and fed it to Kiki, the big gray owl. Kiki opened his mouth and ate happily.

"You send him letters every week, and John said that his sixth grade is very busy." Mrs. Wick stopped Watson's neck from behind and spoke.

Watson was dissatisfied: "But he hasn't replied to my letter for a month."

He looked at Qiqi, and asked Gray Owl: "Did you deliver the letter, Qiqi?"

Kiki tilted his head, flew to Watson's breakfast, picked up the meat and ate it.

"I think it understands, but it just doesn't want to talk to me." Seeing that he was ignored, Watson immediately complained to his wife.

Mrs. Wick smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's going to be a holiday soon, and John will be back soon."

She kissed Watson on the cheek, and said comfortingly, "Your hotel is about to open, isn't it?"

"In July, I'm waiting for my kids to come back and witness with me."

When mentioning this matter, Watson lost his anger, kissed his wife on the cheek, and said with a smile: "At such an important time, I hope my family members will be here."

Watson is working hard to become a father who makes his children proud. Even though he usually behaves unreliably, his seriousness to his family makes him full of charm.

Mrs. Wick offered him breakfast, and Watson got up and went to the table.

"Qiqi!" He saw that his breakfast had been eaten by Qiqi.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wake was not only not comforted, but also teased: "Who told you to have breakfast for Kiki."

Watson was full of resentment. He had a whim while eating breakfast and gave his breakfast to Dian Qiqi.

As a result, this move directly opened the door to Kiki's new world, and he often came to steal Watson's breakfast.

Fortunately, Mrs. Wick smiled and didn't mean to let her husband go to work on an empty stomach.

After making another breakfast, Watson went out after eating.

He headed to the garage and glanced across the street.

A person stood there motionless, he didn't pay attention at first.

But the strange attire of that person just now flashed in his mind, and when he turned his head again, that person disappeared.

"Delusion?" Watson muttered.

I glanced at the time, I was about to be late.

Driving, he double-checked that no one was there.

He only thought it was his own illusion, kicked the accelerator and left Privet Drive.

And not long after he left, the man appeared again, this time standing on the road of Wick's house.

Just as he raised his foot and was about to step onto the lawn, the man stopped.

Put your feet down, pluck a hair from under the hood and blow out.

I saw that hair floating in the air towards Wick's house. Before it touched it, a spark flashed, and the hair was vaporized on the spot.

"Protection magic."

The man took a deep look at the house, turned and left.

night.

Watson drove back and looked down at his watch.

"There are a lot of things today."

As the ruler of the London underground, Watson needs to work hard to bring order to the chaotic underground world.

Things between those bigwigs, investors and hotels.

There are many and complicated things, and Watson has to deal with them until now.

Ordered beautiful roses at the florist to put on the copilot.

He drove into Privet Drive and was about to reach his house when the car slammed.

"Have you hit someone?" Watson's heart tightened, and he hurriedly got out of the car to check.

A ragged man lay on the ground, looking as if he had been knocked over by himself.

Watson stretched out his hand to test his nose, and after feeling the breath of existence, he wiped off his cold sweat, "I almost thought that someone would deal with it."

Quickly helping the man up, he asked, "Are you all right, sir?"

The man barely opened one eye, pointed at Watson, and was speechless.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital."

Watson saw that the man's leg was bleeding continuously, and knew that he had to stop the bleeding first.

There were no tools in the car, so he parked the car there and helped people to the door of the house.

When Watson supported the man, he didn't notice the cunning in the man's eyes.

Because of the magic of the Wick family, because this person was invited in by Watson, there was no response.

"Wait for me here."

When he reached the door, Watson opened it and hurried in to find the medicine box.

And the man took a wand from his pocket after he left.

The man stood up and looked up at the house.

"Second King, do you like the gift I gave you?"

The top of the wand lights up red.

next second.

"Boom--!"

A loud bang made the Dursleys' buttocks tremble as they were enjoying their dinner.

Vernon Dursley ran out, his expression glazed over, looking at the house engulfed in flames.

"God," Petunia screamed as she stepped out, "the Wicks are still in there."

Vernon reacted and shouted, "Call the police!"

Dudley rushed to the burning house and was hugged tightly by Vernon.

"Stay there, Dudley."

"No, they're in danger!" Even though Dudley had practiced boxing, Vernon's tonnage, even Dudley's, would not be able to break free for a while.

Vernon didn't want to put his kids at risk, and the explosion sent dog statues flying out of the house.

The Wicks are most likely dead.

Dudley finally broke free, rushed to the flames, and was forced out by the flames.

Across the street, the man laughed silently.

Use your tongue across the uneven teeth, feel the slight pain, and admire your masterpiece.

Dudley noticed the man, and his face changed when he saw the wand.

"It was him, he set the fire!"

Dudley roared, and the man looked at him immediately.

"It's you, those freak wands." Vernon recognized the thing.

Seeing that he was discovered, the man simply wanted to kill everyone.

As soon as the wand was raised, Vernon was frightened and stood in front of Petunia, snarling at Dudley: "Dudley, run!"

Dudley's face turned pale, he thought of Harry, and the Dementor again.

A feeling of cold hands and feet made him forget to run away.

The man grinned grimly and opened his mouth.

"Awada..."

"boom!"

The man looked down, and there was an extra blood hole on his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, in the dark night, silver light flashed.

There was an extra red line on his wrist, and then the wrist fell down.

Neat cuts, as if measured by a ruler.

He turned his head and saw that Watson, whose clothes had been burned out, was holding a pistol in his hand.

He also held a talisman in his hand.

And Yinguang's real body is a table knife, shot down from a tree.

Mrs. Wick was standing on it at this moment, the table knife in her hand gleamed coldly.

The pain that just came to him made the man scream.

With anger on his face, Watson pulled the trigger again, sending the bullet through the man's thigh and arm.

Several blood holes were bleeding continuously. Peanut walked up to the man, grabbed his collar and said angrily, "Who are you?"

I don't know if the pain made the man lose his mind, he changed from screaming to laughing.

"Haha, we will kill everyone related to the second king!" The man stared at Watson and grinned, "He didn't come out, he really died!"

"Who is the second king?" Watson was confused.

Second king?

I don't even know myself.

But the man said to himself like crazy: "Master, he is dead, he is really dead, and he never showed up to his parents when they faced death."

Watson keenly captured the 'parents', he had a guess in his heart, and his expression gradually became out of control.

"Tell me who the second king is!" He choked the man's neck, watched the man's face gradually turn red, and growled, "Who is the master?"

The suffocation of death made the man roll his eyes and struggle to say: "The second king...is...John...Wick."

Watson let go of his hand, stood up and kept backing away.

"Impossible, impossible."

He desperately shook his head to deny this matter, "My son, he can't."

"John, John!"

"It's impossible for him to die!" Watson yelled, raising his pistol and shooting at the man.

"Crack..."

The bullet was emptied and the man was dead.

But Watson didn't mean to stop, and rushed forward to punch and kick the man's body.

Trying to escape through this matter.

The Dursleys, who had witnessed all this, froze in place.

Just now, my good neighbor shot and killed a man in front of him.

Mrs. Wick came over and hugged her husband, and said in a trembling voice pretending to be calm: "John will be fine, he must be at school."

"Yes, school."

When Watson heard this, he finally came to his senses.

Trembling, he took out a mobile phone from his coat pocket and dialed a number.

Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure, looked at the corpse, and said to the phone: "I need to order dinner for one."

After a while, the fire at Wick's house went out.

The gray owl with a big head flew to Watson and landed next to him.

Watson sat in front of the house with a sullen face.

A group of people came and brought the body package into the car.

An old man walked up to Watson, took off his hat and respectfully said, "Thank you for using it for the first time, Mr. Wick."

Watson looked up at the old man, and said coldly, "How many people do we have?"

The old man smiled: "I have been waiting for your order."

"boss."

In a plane that took off from Maoxiong Country, the entire cabin was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Even the captain didn't dare to drink a glass of vodka, for fear of offending those evil stars.

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