"John, you're back. Your mother's face has not been good these days."
John returned home after a month away from home. Watson was happy to see him back at first, and then looked at the kitchen cautiously.
"You didn't do what you promised your mother, but my father knows that you must have been delayed by other things."
Although Watson usually looks like a grown-up child, he is never confused about important matters.
Mrs. Wick's mood was a great deal to him.
John's heart became heavy when he heard this, and he spent the last week studying at Nico Flamel's house.
The Loyalty Charm was cast there, and the owl couldn't find its location, so I didn't go through the process of writing letters that I needed to do every week.
This made Mrs. Wick completely angry. She rarely got angry, but when she got angry she was hard to coax.
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 dips.
John shuddered at the thought of Watson's poor craftsmanship.
Fortunately, he made preparations and came back. When he came to the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Wick who was cold-faced and silent.
The beautiful and generous Mrs. Wick was as angry as a little girl. John showed a flattering smile despite his cold eyes and took out the perfume he bought from Paris from his suitcase.
"This is the perfume I bought specifically for my mother in France."
John shamelessly started acting cute and looked at his mother pitifully.
Originally, Mrs. Wick was still angry with John for not writing to her, but after seeing this, her anger disappeared within three seconds.
However, as a mother, Mrs. Wick still criticized John harshly.
"Little John, you haven't grown up yet. How could you forget to write a letter to your mother when you go to such a dangerous place in a foreign country by yourself?"
When John accepted the criticism, he nodded and bowed just like Watson.
Watson watched from the outside, looking as if he was a teachable child with a pleased expression.
After making his mother happy, before John returned to the room, Watson brought him a lot of letters.
"These are all sent to you by your friends, but one owl is too old and has hit the mailbox several times."
Watson puts the letter down and leaves because he hears Mrs. Wick's warning about the danger for him going upstairs wearing leather shoes.
John opened the top letter, which was from Hermione. It contained a list of books that Hermione had read this holiday.
John picked out Hermione's letters and read them one by one. The last letter mentioned Harry. During this holiday, there was no news from Hermione about her letters to Harry.
After reading it, John picked up others, including Ron's and Hagrid's, and there were actually three letters from Malfoy.
He opened them all and looked at them one by one. Except for Malfoy's, all of them mentioned Harry.
There was no reply to the letters they sent to Harry, asking if John knew anything.
"Harry won't be captured by the Ministry of Magic, right?"
John thought about his magic runaway that day, and began to worry whether Harry had been captured by the Ministry of Magic.
After all, he was taking the blame, and John was going to see what happened.
Hiding the unicorn hair wand at home, John walked downstairs with the wand.
By acting coquettishly, John gets a freshly baked apple pie from Mrs. Wick.
After finding a random box to put it in, John came to No. 4 Privet Drive and knocked on the door.
"who is it?"
By chance, a little fat man opened the door.
Dudley smelled apple pie and opened the door before his mother could.
I thought it was a big surprise that could make up for the feast that Harry ruined 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 little fat guy had a decent lung capacity.
Petunia Dursley, who was originally wondering who it was, heard Dudley's scream and hurried out to check.
Seeing John, she had not forgotten that the child had appeared at King's Cross Station with Harry's group of wizarding friends.
Harry's uncle Vernon Dursley also came out. He was probably in his forties, so fat that he had no neck but had a big beard.
When he saw John, Vernon Dursley's expression dropped and he yelled: "How dare you guys come to my house!"
Since he saw the warning letter sent to Harry by the Ministry of Magic a few days ago, Fenon 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 slightly, looking very polite.
"My current identity is the child of the head of the household at No. 6 Privet Drive, that is, the child of your neighbor. I came and knocked on your door."
His words stunned Fenon, and John continued to talk to himself: "I wonder if Mr. Dursley would not even have the most basic courtesy to kick a neighbor who brought a gift out of the door?"
Fenon looked carefully and found that John had indeed come to the door with a gift.
The rich and sweet smell of apple pie made his precious son swallow like crazy. Fenon's expression changed several times, and finally he said with a dark face: "Since you are not that group of annoying people, then you can come in."
John smiled slightly and handed the apple pie to the cold-faced Penny before entering.
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"Sit down quickly and stay there for a minute and then you can go."
Vernon didn't look good on John. John glanced at Dudley, who was unpacking the apple pie and devouring the apple pie, and thought that the two father and son looked really alike.
"Where's Harry?"
"Harry? Don't tell me about that guy."
Fanon knew that John had no good intentions. He locked Harry up tightly and nailed the bars with iron bars, leaving a trap door to deliver food to Harry three times a day.
He had already made up his mind to make it impossible for Harry, a boy, to go to school again, and no one could make him change his mind.
Fenon held his watch and stood up to issue the eviction order, "You can leave my house now. You guys should never enter my house."
His attitude made John frown, and the politeness he had maintained gradually disappeared.
John had no intention of moving, and Fenon immediately wanted to drive him away.
John grabbed the stubby index finger that Fenon extended and gave it a squeeze.
Fenon suddenly let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and Penny was startled and hurried over.
She saw her husband kneeling in front of John, one finger being pinched and moaning continuously.
"Mr. Dursley, I think you may have misunderstood something."
"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding! If you don't leave, I will call the police!"
Fenon Dursley was still chasing people away. John lost his patience and said coldly: "I am not only Harry's classmate, but also my father. He has dealings with Mr. Finn Wallace. You know, deal with it." Some people have other methods."
Finn Wallace.
Hearing this name, Fenon didn't even bother to scream.
That was the leader of a London gang, and he was not someone the police could manage.
Fenon, who originally thought there was nothing to be afraid of since wizards couldn't use magic, panicked. If John was right, then it would be easy for the other party to deal with him.
"Sorry, please forgive me for being rude." Holding back the pain, Fenon forced 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 Fenon's finger, made him nod as if he was forgiven, and then walked aside to check whether the finger was broken.
John directly turned his back on the guests and looked at Dudley who was still enjoying his meal. He said calmly: "Dudley, maybe you should show the way to the guests, right?"
Dudley didn't react, so Fenon went up to him, pulled his ears and asked him to lead the way for John.
Dudley screamed in pain, but still took John upstairs with a look of reluctance.
After arriving at the door of Harry's room, John looked at the door that was sealed with only a trap door for serving food and fell into deep thought.
"I remember that the UK also has child protection laws."
"It was him. He destroyed my father's business a few days ago."
Dudley was afraid of being affected and hurriedly explained.
A year had passed and Dudley's fear of John had not diminished at all.
John curled his lips, he didn't bring a pencil now.
Stepping forward, he asked Dudley to open the door.
