I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"John, you're back. Your mother's face is not good these days."

John returned home a month after he left home. Watson was happy to see him back, and then looked carefully at the kitchen.

"You didn't do what you promised your mother, but my father knows that you must be delayed by other things."

Don't look at Watson as a child who doesn't grow up, but he is never confused about major issues.

Mrs. Wick's mood was a big deal to him.

John's heart was heavy when he heard this, and he spent the last week studying at Nicole Flamel's house.

The Fidelity Charm was cast there, and the owl couldn't find the location, so I didn't carry out the letter writing process that I needed to do every week.

This made Mrs. Wick completely angry. She was rarely angry, and it was difficult to coax her when she was angry.

The last time Mrs. Wick was angry and had a cold war with Watson for a week, the result was that John could only live on bread with various dipping sauces.

John shuddered at the thought of Watson's poor workmanship.

Fortunately, he came back after making preparations. When he came to the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Wick with a cold face and no words.

The beautiful and generous Mrs. Wick looked like a little girl when she was angry. John showed a flattering smile with cold eyes, and took out the perfume he bought in Paris from the suitcase.

"This is the perfume I bought for my mother in France."

John was very shameless and began to act cute, looking at his mother pitifully.

Originally, Mrs. Wick was still angry with John for not writing to herself, but she disappeared within three seconds after seeing this scene.

But as a mother, Mrs. Wick still criticized John severely.

"Little John, you haven't grown up yet, how can you forget to write a letter to your mother when you go to such a dangerous place in a foreign country?"

John accepted the criticism, nodding and bowing in exactly the same way as Watson.

Watson watched from the outside, showing a reassuring look that can be taught by a child.

After making his mother happy, John returned to the room, and Watson brought him a lot of letters.

"These are from your friends, but one owl is so old it's hit the mailbox a few times."

Watson put down the letter and left because he had heard Mrs. Wick's warning of the danger that he was going upstairs with his leather shoes on.

John opened the top letter, which was from Hermione, and there was a huge list of books that Hermione read this holiday.

John picked out Hermione's letters and read them one by one. Harry was mentioned in the last letter, and Hermione wrote nothing to Harry this holiday.

After reading it, John picked up some others, here were Ron's and Hagrid's, and there were actually three letters from Malfoy.

He opened them all and looked at them. Except for Malfoy's, they all mentioned Harry.

None of their letters to Harry received a reply, asking if John knew anything.

"Harry won't be taken away by the Ministry of Magic, will he?"

John recalled the day when he ran away with magic power, and began to worry about whether Harry was taken away by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, he blamed himself, and John was going to see what happened.

Hiding the unicorn hair wand at home, John took the wand and went downstairs.

By acting like a baby, John gets a freshly baked apple pie from Mrs. Wick.

Finding a random box to put it in, John came to No. 4 Privet Drive and knocked on the door.

"who is it?"

Coincidentally, a little fat man opened the door.

Dudley smelled apple pie and opened the door before his mother.

I thought it was a big surprise to make up for the feast that was ruined by Harry a few days ago, but it turned out to be a big surprise, but the surprise was much bigger than the joy.

"It's you, John Wick!"

Dudley screamed loudly, the fat little man had a decent lung capacity.

Petunia Dursley, who was wondering who it was, heard Dudley's scream and hurried out to check.

Seeing John, she hadn't forgotten that the kid had been at King's Cross with Harry's wizarding friends.

Harry's uncle, Fernon Dursley, also came out. He was probably in his forties, fat with no neck and a big beard.

Seeing John, Fernon Dursley's expression collapsed, and he yelled, "You guys dare to come to my house!"

Since he saw the warning letter sent to Harry by the Ministry of Magic a few days ago, Fernon knew that these little wizards were not allowed to use magic outside.

So he was not afraid of John at all, and yelled to drive John out.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you have misunderstood."

John smiled very politely.

"My current identity is the child of the householder at No. 6 Privet Drive, that is, the children of your neighbors come to knock on your door."

His words stunned Fenon for a moment, and John continued to say to himself: "Mr. Dursley wouldn't even have the most basic courtesy to drive out the neighbors who brought gifts?"

Feinon took a closer look and found that John really came to the door with a gift.

The rich and sweet apple pie scent made his precious son swallow crazily. Feinon's complexion changed a few times, and finally he said with a dark face: "Since it's not that group of annoying things, then you can come in."

John smiled slightly, and handed the apple pie to the cold-faced Petunia before entering.

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"Sit down quickly, and then you can go after 1 minute."

Fernon didn't give John a good look. John glanced at Dudley who was unpacking and eating apple pie, thinking that the two father and son really looked alike.

"Where's Harry?"

"Harry? Don't you mention that guy to me."

Fenon knew that John was up to no good, and Harry was locked up by him and nailed up with iron bars, leaving a trap to deliver meals to Harry three times a day.

He had already made up his mind that there was no way for this boy Harry to go to school again, and no one could change his mind even if he came.

Fenon pinched his watch and got up to send out the eviction order, "Now you can leave my house, and you guys will never enter my house."

His attitude made John frown, and the politeness he had always maintained gradually disappeared.

John didn't intend to move, and Feinon wanted to drive people away.

John grabbed Fernon's stubby index finger and snapped it hard.

Fenon suddenly screamed like a pig butcher, and Petunia was startled and hurried over.

I saw my husband kneeling in front of John, one finger being pinched and wailing continuously.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you may have misunderstood something."

"Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding! If you don't leave, I will call the police!"

Fernon Dursley wanted to chase him away, John lost his patience and said coldly: "I'm not just Harry's classmate, my father, he has contacts with Mr. Fern Wallace, you know, deal with him Some people, and some other means."

Fern Wallace.

Hearing this name, Feinon didn't even bother to scream.

That's the leader of a London gang, and it's not a guy the police can manage at all.

Feinong, who originally thought that there was nothing to be afraid of if wizards couldn't use magic, panicked now. If what John said was right, then it would be a breeze for the other party to deal with him.

"Sorry, please forgive my rudeness." Enduring the pain, Feinon forced out a smile and said, "Harry is upstairs."

"Very well, Mr. Dursley, please allow me to go up and meet my friend."

John let go of Vernon's finger, allowing him to nod in amnesty, and stepped aside himself to check for any broken fingers.

John directly turned against the guests, looked at Dudley who was still eating, and said lightly: "Dudley, maybe you should lead the way for the guests, shouldn't you?"

Dudley didn't react, and Fernon went straight up to pull his ears to let him lead John.

Dudley screamed in pain, but still reluctantly led John upstairs.

After arriving at the door of Harry's room, John lost himself in thought as he looked at the door that was sealed with only a trap door to deliver food.

"I remember that the UK also has child protection laws."

"It's him, he ruined my father's business a few days ago."

Dudley was afraid of being affected, so he hurriedly explained.

A year was gone, and Dudley wasn't any less frightened of John.

John curled his lips, he didn't bring a pencil now.

Stepping forward, he told Dudley to open the door.