year 1991.
No. 6, Privet Drive, Xiaohuijin District, Qingsali County.
In the early morning, sunlight shines through the second-floor window onto the wooden floor.
The sound of tapping interrupted the boy's concentrated pencil sharpening.
He looked up and saw a round shadow printed on the floor.
When he saw the owner of the shadow clearly, he couldn't help but mutter.
"I know I'm an extraordinary person."
"But you are going a little too far."
The eleven-year-old boy is a head taller than other children.
With his tall height and gray-blue vest, the golden pocket watch chain on the vest makes the pencil sharpener in the boy's hand look as elegant as a wine glass.
He stood up and walked from the shadows into the sunlight.
The sun shone on his black and silky hair, and his feather-like eyelashes flickered against the window and into the room.
Her reddish-brown eyes narrowed in discomfort when facing the sunlight, and her thin red lips slightly pursed under her handsome and pretty nose.
The boy who is half Slavic has no freckles that are characteristic of European and American boys. His fair and delicate face looks like a noble boy from a fairy tale.
Place the pencils neatly on the table, elegantly as if you are arranging your own artwork.
John Wick stared outside, where there was an owl knocking on his window, trying to come in. There was a letter in the owl's beak.
This made him think deeply.
Owls are nothing. After all, this era is not the old era when penguins were developed, and writing letters is not a strange thing.
But an owl coupled with delivering letters is a strange thing.
I looked at the letter carefully. The envelope was made of heavy parchment, and the writing on it was written with emerald green ink.
Things are going well so far, but the problem arises with the wax seal in the middle.
It was a shield coat of arms with a capital 'H', surrounded by four animals: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
"It can't be that one, right?"
It can be seen from John's name that he is a peace-loving person, and he also has unknown secrets.
Yes, he is a time traveler.
From the moment he came to this world, he knew that he was an unusual person. After all, he was John Wick.
It has the same name as the god of murder who slaughtered a gang for a dog in the John Wick series. With such a name, he was destined to have an extraordinary life.
For this reason, he specially trained how to kill three people with a pencil, and he developed the technique very well on his peers, and was given the title of Pencil Killer.
He is confident that even if he encounters a dangerous situation in the future, he can calmly and calmly take out a pencil and threaten the other party to drop their weapons.
But he really didn't expect that he was indeed in an unusual world, but not an ordinary world.
There is a group of wizards in this world. They can move a magic wand to make a person forget everything, and they can also enter your brain to get the information they want without any scruples.
A group of humans with supernatural powers, as well as a group of wizards with twisted lunatics like Grindelwald and Voldemort.
"So my pencil killing skills were wasted?"
John glanced at the neatly arranged pencils with regret. Thanks to his ten years of continuous training, it turned out to be a magical world.
No matter how powerful you are as a killer, you can still kill a wizard.
For wizards, those difficult diseases can be easily cured, not to mention the mysterious magic.
"Forget it, as Confucius said, once they come, let them be in peace. Now that they are here, let them be buried here."
After struggling for a while, he reached out and opened the window.
The owl, which had been hanging outside for a long time, finally flew in and angrily threw the letter into John's face.
The owl turned and flew away, not even making its usual begging behavior.
It was really unlucky that this annoying kid would be the new student at Hogwarts.
"Tsk, that's rude. Even if Hagrid raises these owls, it's hard for him to endure them."
John took off the envelope, complained about the owl qualities of Hogwarts, and opened the letter.
"Dear Mr. Wick:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment.
The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.
Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall"
"September 1st, there's still some time."
At the same time, a voice sounded in his mind.
[Ding, discover a hidden corner of the world and start a series of missions: Hogwarts. 】
That's right, Goldfinger.
The so-called time-travelers bring their own golden fingers.
At the age of five, John discovered a panel suddenly appeared in his head.
This is also an important reason why he was able to learn the unique skill of killing three people in one stroke at the age of eleven.
The panel is very simple and has only two functions besides task distribution.
Blessings, extra points.
Blessing, as the name suggests, is similar to the stacking of various buffs in the game.
Adding points can improve the skill level.
Blessings and bonus points can be obtained by completing randomly distributed tasks.
Similar to John's short weapon proficiency, which has reached level 7, he can easily defeat three adults even with a pencil.
According to his original plan, by adding points, he could become an all-around athlete, or he could be admitted to the top university.
Before these things could be realized, they were disrupted by this admission notice.
There is one more thing added to the panel, magic power.
It undoubtedly confirmed the authenticity of this letter.
It's July now.
John then needs to find a way to get his parents, the Wicks, to accept the fact that their son is a wizard.
…
"John, this joke isn't funny."
Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son and said with a serious expression: "You can use a pencil to successfully make your father run from the company to school to apologize to your four children for you, but you can't use something like this that's not funny. Joke to torment your father.”
Watson Wick is John's father in this life. Watson has golden brown hair and reddish-brown eyes. He has a big nose and a decent suit. He looks like a typical British elite group.
In fact, John is more like his mother. Mrs. Wick has the same black hair. This beauty from the country of furry bears, even the skirt she wears is full of mature charm.
As middle-class elites, the Wick family did not believe Little John's words.
Mrs. Wick was also on the same side as Watson, holding a gold-rimmed bone china cup with coffee in her hand, and her eyes showed the helplessness of a child lying to his parents.
"It's three, and I'm not kidding." John retorted.
There were obviously three people, but the remaining one ran over and fell by himself, which had nothing to do with him.
"Really, that's not what the fat little guy named Dudley said. He ate the apology cake all by himself. God, I don't even know how he could eat it."
Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.
After realizing that he was in the wizarding world, the more John thought about it, the more something was wrong. Could that fat Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?
In the end, after John argued hard, the Wicks still expressed doubts and expressed their willingness to give John a chance.
In this way, the days passed little by little.
John also received a new nickname given to him by the Wicks, Little Wizard.
It’s just that I don’t know who heard this news. A group of children who were not at odds with John formed a team to taunt him. As a result, he pulled out his pencil and was so frightened that he ran home and called his mother.
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