"The old Dutton clinic just passed by."
"Shut up, you're the one who said that pulling out teeth is like killing a sheep."
When Watson Wick saw his wife driving, he immediately became vigilant.
After passing the old Dutton Dental Clinic, he subconsciously covered his pockets.
Mrs. Wick looked impatient, very different from her usual dignified image.
Watson felt that the seat was a bit harsh on his butt, so he reached down and took out a fashion magazine.
It read that Louis Vuitton had launched a new fashion item, and his face suddenly dropped due to toothache.
Pulling out a tooth is a small thing, but buying a bag is a big thing.
The car finally stopped in Oxford Street, and Watson knew his wallet was doomed.
The wife, who had vowed to have her teeth extracted, turned around and got out of the car and left on high heels, leaving the father and son looking at each other.
"We'd better find a clinic to extract the tooth."
John watched his father struggle to move from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, and he was very suspicious.
"Are you sure you can drive?"
"How about you? Can your magic help me extract my tooth?"
Watson thought to himself: If I can't control my wife, I can't control your son?
John shrugged, not knowing how long the bill would be from the bank tomorrow.
Father and son drove around London and ended up at a dentist's office.
"Granger? He has the same last name as Hermione."
John glanced at the name and thought what a coincidence. If he had a cell phone, he would definitely take a picture for Hermione.
Entering the clinic, this clinic is not big, with a few children and adults in the clean and simple waiting area.
Europeans spend a lot of money on teeth every year. One of the children screamed in pain, which made people upset.
John and Watson sat there waiting. A young woman waiting alone saw Watson's successful and steady look, and her eyes lit up.
She struck up a conversation with Watson, deliberately approached him and said, "Your child is so handsome. Did he eat too much candy?"
She had just divorced and was in the prime of her life. How could she be willing to stay alone in an empty house?
Watson looks like a standard British gentleman. This kind of appearance is very popular. This calm man makes this young woman charming.
Her eyes seemed to be sparking with electricity. Seeing that Watson didn't speak, she immediately changed her target and prepared to take John's route.
"Little handsome boy, it seems your father is not in a good mood today."
John glanced at her and said calmly: "You have cavities and you can't speak."
The young woman was a little confused.
At this time, a person walked into the waiting area.
When the man saw the young woman, he immediately showed a headache. Then he saw John next to him, and he was a little surprised.
"I remember you are... John, do you remember me? I am Hermione's father."
Mr. Granger walked over quickly. He did not have an outrageously high hairline like the middle-aged men in his country. His thick hair let John know who Hermione inherited it from.
"Are you here to see Hermione?"
Mr. Granger thought he was here to see Hermione. John smiled and bowed slightly and said, "Hello Mr. Granger, is this your clinic? I'm not here to see Hermione. It's my father. He Tooth decay.”
John pointed at his father. Watson had a straight face and looked very unhappy.
In fact, he had a toothache, and now when he opened his mouth, he felt a woodpecker tapping on his teeth.
It is said that things can be done easily if you have acquaintances, so Mr. Granger enthusiastically brought the two of them in.
Just looking at his appearance, he seemed to be running away more.
The young woman in the waiting area watched the two good men leave with resentment. Good men these days belong to other people's families.
Don't wonder why young women want to find married men. After all, this kind of thing is quite common in Europe.
In one step, you can have multiple sons and find a mature man. Why not?
Mr. Granger breathed a sigh of relief after entering.
He smiled bitterly: "She comes to the clinic every day to chat with me."
After saying that, he looked around guiltily and whispered: "Don't tell my wife, she cares about these things."
Watson immediately gave him a knowing look, patted Mr. Granger on the shoulder, and said with deep understanding: "There is no way, sometimes it is a trouble for a man to be too good."
These words made the two people cherish each other and immediately became good friends.
John glanced at the two old men, narcissistic, right?
"Dad, your teeth don't hurt anymore?"
Unable to stand the friendship between two old men, John reminded his father.
Watson held his cheek, it hurt, it hurt too much.
Mr. Granger worked on Watson's teeth while John walked aimlessly in the clinic.
Pick up a newspaper that reports on what's going on in the furry bear country.
The Big Brother that the world once deserved is now in turmoil after experiencing a split.
John murmured to himself: "It seems that grandpa is also involved in these things."
He remembered that his grandfather had some reputation in the local area, which may have been solicited by the government, who wanted to ask him to stabilize the local situation.
Shaking his head, John looked at the newspaper.
A fluffy brown head came over, and when she saw John, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"John!"
John turned around and saw Hermione running over with an incredibly thick book in her arms.
The book was placed on the table, making a dull sound when it came into contact with the table.
"Why are you here? You should tell me."
Hermione was so surprised that she couldn't help complaining. She had invited several friends to her home.
But it seems that the Muggle world is not attractive to wizards, and none of them have come here.
She was a little envious of the Weasley family's Burrow, that was the real fun.
John pointed to his father who was having his teeth extracted, and said helplessly: "My father ate too much chocolate and now he has tooth decay. If you have Alex Belby's wizard card, you'd better give him one."
"Uh..." Hermione blinked. Sometimes she really wondered how Mr. Wick could give birth to a child like John.
"Stop talking about this, do you want to preview the textbooks for the next grade?"
Miss Know-It-All would only put down her studies when she was taking risks. Hermione's eyes were bright, and she felt that John must also have previewed.
John wiped his cold sweat, coughed twice and said, "Actually, some things don't need to be so, um, so urgent."
Although I have blessings, I still can’t bear to read eighteen hours a day.
The King of Gryffindor is so terrifying.
Hermione thought for a while and said disappointedly: "Yes, you are so smart."
"No, no, no." John waved his hand hurriedly and explained: "Knowledge is interoperable. When you understand the Floating Curse, you will be able to understand the Flying Curse faster."
John said, giving her a demonstration and taking out some listless lilies in the vase.
Infuse magic into the lily and the flower blooms again, its petals glowing with life.
Handing the lily to Hermione, he chuckled and said, "Magic is the root. We have to understand it. As long as you understand these, you will find that everything becomes simple."
Hermione held the lily, hesitated, and asked slyly: "History of Magic, too?"
"...I guess not."
Little girl, you can easily kill yourself by chatting like this.
John saw Hermione's snickering lips and knew that this was Hermione's intention.
He grinded his back molars up and down, realizing that he had been tricked by a little girl.
After Watson Wick pulled out his teeth, his relationship with Mr. Granger developed rapidly.
The close look between the two makes one can't help but suspect that these two old men have a second youth.
"John, I decided to stay in London for a few days, and Wendell invited me to play golf."
Watson was already good enough to call Mr. Granger by name, which made John more and more suspicious. There wouldn't be any passion between the two old men, right?
The outside world has always said that they are a corrupt country, shouldn't they?
But it would be better to stay in London, which would save John some trouble.
He happened to be heading to Knockturn Alley, which was more in line with his expectations.
...
Johnny Silverhand store.
This store that suddenly popped up last year quickly developed into a large store that replaced Bojin Bock in just one year.
Mundungus always felt that he deserved a lot of credit, even more so than Lord Silverhand, who never appeared.
With such a mentality, he burst out with great energy and gradually regarded himself as the master.
"Shelby, you bastard, you better get out of there!"
What Mundungus was most dissatisfied with was Tommy Shelby. That guy was the airborne security captain who usually gave Mundungus no face at all.
This made Mundungus very angry, and he even considered driving Tang Mi away.
Tang Mi glanced at Mundungus coldly, this shameless thief dared to yell at him.
Stupid guy, Johnny Silverhand's development is all due to the connections of that Excellency.
Otherwise, the big shots in the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families would not let go of such a big piece of cake.
Unfortunately, Mundungus doesn't seem to know this.
He yelled like a monkey in a suit.
At this time, a person walked in outside. Mundungus was still angry and turned his head to glare at the person fiercely.
A silver mask came into view, a green robe was decorated with gorgeous lace, and his slender body was paired with a slim-fitting vest suit.
On the clothes, the golden watch chain is elegant and noble.
Mundungus stared at the visitor. These mysterious people were not uncommon in Knockturn Alley. He said angrily: "What do you want?"
"what?"
The expression behind the silver mask was unclear, but Mundungus could hear the understatement and slight disdain in his tone.
This made Mundungus angry and yell: "Get out of my store if you don't buy something."
"Your shop? Mundungus, you seem to have forgotten whose place this is."
This voice was somewhat familiar. Mundungus recalled it, his little eyes widened, and he screamed, "Are you Mr. Johnny Silverhand?"
