On July 30, there was a knock on the door of Wick's house.
When the door opened, it was a tall woman.
He was wearing a dark green robe and wore square glasses on his unsmiling face.
This image, without even thinking about it, is that of the vice principal who loves Quidditch.
Minerva McGonagall, Professor at Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor.
Mag nodded politely and then asked John, who was already stunned.
"Minerva McGonagall, John Wick, can I come in?"
Meeting the characters in the book for the first time, John came to his senses with a bright smile on his face and let Professor McGonagall come in.
The Wicks, who didn't believe their son, were also stunned. They looked at each other and wondered if the child had hired someone to play the role.
The skeptical couple sat on the sofa, and Professor McGonagall sat on the other side.
But this time the protagonist John has become a servant serving tea and water.
After sitting down, Watson spoke first, "Are you the teacher at Hogwarts?"
His expression and words all expressed his doubts.
McGonagall had met countless parents like this, but she wasn't angry at all. She corrected the other person's wording politely and said, "It's Hogwarts. To be precise, it's a professor."
The couple looked at John together and couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, didn't their son lie to them?
John looked innocent, and what he said was true.
Watson did not believe someone so easily. He changed his sitting posture and leaned forward slightly. He gestured with his hands and said in a questioning tone:
"So my son is a wizard? You will peel off dead people's nails and nail black cats to other people's doorposts?"
Such arrogant and questioning words were really not very friendly. Even Mag frowned and said seriously:
"Mr. Wick, only dark wizards can peel off dead people's nails. Hogwarts is the real magic school."
"Feel sorry."
Watson also realized that what he said was a bit excessive, but it was still impossible to believe it.
McGonagall knew that it was not easy for a Muggle family to accept a wizard, so she took out her wand and waved it.
The teacup that Watson held up turned into a mouse and crawled up his sleeve, making Watson scream in terror.
It was also the first time for John to see magic, and it was also an extremely high-end transformation technique, so he was inevitably excited.
After this battle, Watson completely believed what John said.
No matter how powerful a magician is, he cannot turn the cup in his hand into a mouse across a tea table.
After sending McGonagall away that day, Watson transformed into a curious baby;
"John, turn the cup into a mouse."
"John, let the broom sweep."
"John, can you fly on a broomstick?"
"John..."
John was so annoyed that he finally used his trump card and asked Mrs. Wick to drive Watson out of the room.
...
July 31st.
John also had to prepare for school.
"It should be right here."
Charing Cross Road.
The dingy, cramped bar looks out of place with the large bookstores and record stores on either side.
However, it is such a conspicuous place that passers-by completely ignore it.
Muggle banishing curse.
Anyone who has watched Harry Potter must be familiar with this place. This is where Harry’s dream begins, and it is also the only way to pass through Diagon Alley.
This dirty and small bar also has a famous name, the Leaky Cauldron.
Before entering the bar, the beautiful Mrs. Wick expressed her worries: "John, you are still a child, you can't enter the bar."
John said generously, definitely not.
After all, it’s honestly hard to like this kind of environment.
After entering the Leaky Cauldron, the smell of sweat and sour beer combined to create a strange smell that made the whole family frown.
I thought it was filthy enough outside, but I didn't expect it to be even scarier inside.
John was even a little curious about how these wizards could endure such a smell, especially the guy with a scarf on his head.
Of the 100 flavors here, that person contributed at least 60.
The bald boss came out of the bar and knew what was going on when he saw how the family of three was dressed.
"Come here, at least you will save me a few knuts by staying here."
The boss, who regards wealth as his life, angrily moved away from the bar. His words contained dissatisfaction with the three people, which made Mrs. Wick feel that the wizard was really rude.
Led by the boss, a family of three arrived at the entrance of Diagon Alley.
The owner of the Leaky Cauldron demonstrated how to use the entrance, "Count three pieces on top of the trash can, and two pieces on the side."
As he knocked on the wall, the wall that originally had no door parted, revealing a path that belonged to the magical world.
"This is, magic..."
John was shocked, as if scenes from two worlds appeared before his eyes.
Even if I recall it in the future, it will still be so fresh in my memory.
"Sorry, let me borrow it for a moment." A rough voice sounded from behind.
The huge figure looked to be at least three meters tall.
The oversized moleskin jacket smelled like a wild animal or someone who hadn't showered in too long.
Next to the giant, a little boy looked emaciated from years of malnutrition.
The loose clothes made him look even thinner. He wore a pair of round glasses on his face, and under the lenses were those beautiful green eyes.
Seeing the lightning-shaped scar under the other person's hair, John immediately recognized the little boy's identity.
I was someone who had watched Harry Potter in my previous life. Even though more than ten years had passed, it would be strange if I couldn't recognize such a distinct combination.
The Boy Who Lived.
"Hagrid and Harry."
John muttered something, but his parents were already stunned and speechless.
Turning the cup into a mouse was magical enough, but Hagrid's obviously non-human height still frightened the two of them.
Watching the group of one large and one small getting further and further away, John also took his heart back.
Although he really wanted to get close to the two people, now was obviously not a good time.
He still has a lot of things to buy, but before buying, he still needs to go to Gringotts to exchange them.
Skip Gringotts' confusing exchange rates.
The income of the Wick family is not low.
Watson Wick is a business manager, and Mrs. Wick runs a beauty shop.
A total of 2,000 pounds was spent in exchange for 400 gold galleons.
John recalled the greedy and cunning expression of the goblin on the counter, and always felt that he had been cheated.
Anyway, I got the capital for this purchase.
John ignored Watson's muttering beside him that he wanted to collect the gold galleons to show off to his friends.
The family started shopping in Diagon Alley and saw dragon liver. The foodie gene of the Great Celestial Dynasty was about to start, and they had the urge to buy it and taste it.
But for the Wicks, it's just a bunch of bloody livers that they can't avoid.
...
Flourish and Blott Books.
Watson was so naughty that his finger was almost bitten off by "The Book of Monsters".
John bought all the books according to the book list, and also bought several books about the magical world. Among them, the thick "Hogwarts: A History of the School" made him look away with difficulty.
...
Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.
Madam Malkin was a short, stocky witch with an infectious laugh.
She was very satisfied with John. This child was a born clothes hanger and every piece of clothing fit him perfectly.
After he left, Harry came here and saw the spoiled child Malfoy.
...
Crucible Shop.
John tried hard to persuade Watson not to buy a fully automatic mixing crucible and keep it in his collection, which would make the house a mess.
But Watson thought that this thing might be used as a stew pot, and when he heard that he wanted to put it in the kitchen, Mrs. Wick strongly suppressed it, and finally Watson gave up the idea.
...
pharmacy.
The family looked at the strange things soaked in the liquid in the jar. Mrs. Wick was so frightened that she covered her baby son's eyes.
Watson looked disgusted and wanted to vomit but couldn't. It felt like the bacon he had eaten for breakfast was squirming out of his stomach.
The last family left the pharmacy as if running away.
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