Privet Drive was very quiet at night, except for a few kittens meowing from time to time and the occasional sound of cars passing by.
In the past, I could still hear the sound of Vernon Dursley roaring at Harry from time to time, but today it was unexpectedly harmonious.
It seems that it was Vernon who figured out the difference between himself and wizards, but John told him that not going to school does not mean not having magic.
If you piss Harry off, he'll be dead if he doesn't go to school and squats nearby all day to fuck you.
John stayed in the basement, a habit his parents had gotten used to over the years.
The basement was remodeled to a larger scale, and John built a fireplace in the basement that connected to Johnny Silverhand's office leading to Knockturn Alley.
The magic blood was placed on the table, and there were three bottles next to it.
The first bottle is what can be said to be blood drawn from the Boggart.
The second bottle is the blood of the unicorn Wei Wei, which can be regarded as a friendly sponsorship.
The third bottle is the blood of birds and snakes raised by Hagrid.
Staring at the three bottles of blood, John thought for a moment and ran his fingers over the unicorn's blood. Although unicorns were attractive, they were also risky.
Professor Quirrell's majestic appearance in the first grade was still vivid in his mind, so John was not going to take any risks for the time being.
Bird Snake has the ability to change its body shape with changes in space. He guessed that it may be related to space magic, which is not used yet.
On the contrary, it was the Boggart that interested John. The Boggart had a strong ability to transform, and it had abilities similar to Legilimency.
In the end, John chose Boggart. The bit of black mist kept changing in the bottle, and after coming into contact with the magic blood, it quickly integrated into it.
Soon, the magic blood changed, from red to light blue, then to black, and finally to red.
The state inside also changed from liquid to similar to mist.
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of magical blood."
Shaking the red mist in the magic blood, he even doubted whether he could drink it.
Putting it away for now, John looked at the candles on the table.
The candles were burning, and the looking glass in the room was spinning with a screeching sound.
The Eye of Truth gives an early warning, indicating that someone has come in.
John tapped the table, and the things placed on it went into two large boxes in an orderly manner.
The empty desktop cast a starlight, and a flat map of the Wick family appeared on the desktop.
A step was in the living room, and John squinted his eyes. This was created by imitating the Marauder's Map, using the Trace Charm and the Trace Thread.
The parents went to greet the uncles, and the footprints clearly did not belong to any of them.
Clicking on the footprints, a dark wizard with half of his nose appeared on the desktop.
Watching him search hard, he didn't even take out the wand on his waist.
"Tsk, tsk, that's all you have."
John couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the dark wizard startled by the owl in the living room.
It seemed that he had just discovered that the owl was fake. The dark wizard reached out and pinched it, with a look of disbelief on his face.
John was not interested in seeing him continue to be a clown, so he clicked on the coffee table on the map.
The coffee table in the living room changed and turned into a Tom that was enlarged several times in size. It jumped down and bit the dark wizard's foot.
With a bang, the black wizard's foot bones broke.
He screamed, and John clicked on the sofa again. The sofa stood up, and the armrests on both sides turned into fists, which dealt a burst of damage to the dark wizard.
The sandbag-sized fist made the dark wizard dizzy. He seemed to have just remembered that he was a wizard, so he pulled out his wand and was about to recite a spell.
A slipper flew into his mouth with perfect accuracy, choking him speechless.
Finally, the sofa took off the pillow from his body and put it directly on his head.
The suffocation deprived the brain of oxygen, and the dark wizard quickly fainted.
I sat down on the sofa again and dusted the pillow thoughtfully. It was stained with saliva and was thrown into the washing machine for cleaning.
The big dog on the coffee table dragged the unconscious dark wizard to the basement and let his head hit the steps, making a thumping sound.
"Go back, there are still some people you need to deal with today."
Looking at the dark wizard being dragged over, John waved his hand, and the big dog ran back obediently and turned back into the coffee table.
Almost half an hour later, someone else sneaked into the house.
As before, these people could not escape the fate of being beaten by the sofa and bitten by the coffee table.
Soon there were several people in John's basement, four wizards, all killers who came with real guys.
When the Dark Wizard woke up, his wand was already on the table.
When a silver mask appeared, his whole body trembled.
"It seems you know me."
A low and hoarse voice sounded, and the dark wizard could no longer control himself. He lay on the ground and trembled.
"Your Honor, Your Honor, Johnny Silverhand."
He didn't dare to look up. Who in the magic world didn't know that iconic silver mask.
"I found you in a Muggle house," the man stood up, his scrutinizing eyes fell on the dark wizard, and said coldly: "Defoe, tell me, what are you going to do?"
Defoe is the name of the dark wizard. In less than an hour, his foundation was completely wiped out in John's hands.
His body was shaking, and Defoe said in panic: "Dear Johnny Silverhand, I have no intention of going against you."
"I remember I once stipulated all these." John sat back on the comfortable leather seat, his voice was lazy and irresistible, "You did not get my consent and ignored my rules. Now tell me, you Respect me?"
Defoe's body was shaky, and he regretted extremely why he was greedy for the conditions offered by those Muggles.
Johnny Silverhand did not kill all the dark wizards, but brought order to the chaotic market for them.
Those dark wizards are very satisfied with the current situation. If anyone knows that they have broken the rules, they may end up like the dark wizards who were thrown out of the werewolf community in the first place.
"Sir, how can I show my loyalty?" Defoe gritted his teeth and knelt down. He knocked his nose to bleed and tears flowed out, which seemed to make him look more pitiful.
John raised his eyes and said calmly: "Bring me a brand and let me know your loyalty."
brand? !
Defoe was trembling like silk, which was a mark that would never turn over.
But compared to death, he still chose to live.
Defoe was dragged out, and from now on, he was no longer eligible to be an enemy of Johnny Silverhand.
But compared to several other dark wizards who were sent to Azkaban, he was extremely lucky.
Tang Mi walked in after dealing with the dark wizard. He said respectfully: "Sir, the party in seven days has been arranged. Invitations have been sent to Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch and others."
After finishing speaking, Tang Miliao said with some hesitation: "Rufus Scrimgeour..."
"It doesn't matter. He should recognize his status. His betrayal is destined to end."
John lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Pierce Thicknesse is a smart man. He is good at dancing. He knows how to manage his own relationships. More importantly, he knows his own position."
Tang Mi bowed and said yes, then thought of something and said: "The Ministry of Magic intends to hold Sirius Black accountable for the disappearance of the Dementors. Do we want to contribute to this matter?"
John's eyelids twitched, and he almost forgot that he had killed so many dementors in the end. Originally, the dementors did not reproduce, so the loss of dozens of them would have killed the Ministry of Magic.
"Let Rita Skeeter publish an article raising questions about the Ministry of Magic's ability to effectively manage Dementors, citing the several incidents of Dementors attacking wizards at Hogwarts as an example."
His expression remained unchanged, John didn't want his capture of the Dementors to be exposed.
Tang Mi did as he was told and waited until the matter was settled.
John should also solve other things.
Returning home through the fireplace, he heard the door open.
There was a familiar chirping of the Bear Mandarin very loudly, Mrs. Wick was smiling, and Watson was looking depressed.
"My dear Yadani, your uncle Seryosha has come to see you."
Uncle Seryozha had a loud voice. He had a square face, a prickly beard, short hair, short sleeves, and a muscular figure.
There is no doubt that he can hold down Watson with one hand and beat him.
Not only did he come alone, but John's other uncles also came.
They are Andre, Anton and Alexei.
As soon as they appeared on the stage, the fierceness of the Bear Country came out.
Unfortunately.
At this time, a truck stopped at Privet Drive outside, and the driver made a phone call.
"Watson Wick is back."
A voice came back from the other end of the phone: "Deal with him."
The man turned off his phone, got out of the car and opened the rear door.
Inside the car, the group of people inside were not all good people.
The driver said coldly: "Do it."
Those people put on masks and got out of the car holding hammers, steel rods, knives and the like.
There is no need to use a gun to deal with a Watson Wick. The more important thing is that if they use a gun, they will be discovered by the police, which will cause a lot of trouble.
A group of people walked toward Wick's house.
The Wick family was immersed in the scene of uncle and nephew getting together and couldn't help themselves.
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