"Quidditch World Cup?"
Looking at the letter sent by Fleur, John remembered that he still had the tickets sent by Barty Crouch.
"Andre!"
There was a loud noise downstairs, it must be Uncle Andre accidentally irritating Mrs. Wick.
After returning from a trip to the United States, John found that Mrs. Wick had gotten a recipe from nowhere, saying it was written by a super chef, and he began to improve his cooking skills.
Uncle Andre tries to help, but he screws up every time.
Dad Watson Wick's matter is almost settled, but now there are rumors about the Wick family, the behind-the-scenes gangsters in London. What is that?
I don’t know how to solve it, but now Watson is about to become the new underground king of London.
For this reason, Watson had a lot of headaches.
Every time this happened, Uncle Seryosha would give him a glass of vodka and forget all his worries.
There is a major reshuffle of forces in London, and every big boss wants to put his head in his crotch when he goes out.
A gypsy tramp boss comes to Watson, hoping that he can help his son.
His son was the one who killed Finn Wallace, and Sean Wallace was looking for them like crazy.
And from the evidence given by the Rangers boss, there is someone else behind the scenes.
The person behind the scenes only spent 20,000 to kill the famous boss.
Life is so fragile.
Watson and Sean called and talked about investors.
But in the end, Hua was so angry that he almost smashed his phone, but the four Jovonovich brothers looked calm.
None of this has anything to do with John. He knows that his uncles can handle it. Now he is paying more attention to Johnny Silverhand's advertising.
Yes, don’t think there are no ads in the Wizarding World.
This Quidditch World Cup is a good advertising opportunity.
To this end, John used his privilege to get an advertising space from Barty Crouch.
The situation in the local Ministry of Magic is a bit complicated now. The position of Minister of Magic is vacant, so this time the Quidditch World Cup falls on Barty Crouch.
As the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, he can take this opportunity to re-grow his prestige, provided it is done properly.
The investment in Johnny Silverhand's store came at just the right time, and John also offered to sell small items at favorable prices.
The matter of advertising was left to Mundungus. Although this man liked to play tricks, this was the only way to deal with Ministry of Magic officials.
Tang Mi was called to the office by John and gave him another task.
"Handicap?"
Hearing that John was going to open a gambling bureau, Tang Mi was a little surprised and said, "Although it's not done openly, there are quite a few behind the scenes."
"Yes, I believe many people are willing to make a fortune from the lively Quidditch game."
John smiled and chuckled: "Of course, provided we know the result."
"Sir, what do you mean?" Tang Mi subconsciously looked at the crystal ball on the table. John nodded and said mysteriously: "Control the odds, this will be a lot of money."
In the crystal ball, Ireland lifted the trophy.
Tang Mi naturally knew what a huge amount of money this was. You must know that there are not only 50,000 but also 50,000 to 60,000 people watching the Quidditch World Cup every year. Each person paid ten Galleons, which is an astronomical figure.
This needs to be handled by trustworthy people, so Tang Mi took some of his men to the Department of Magical Sports.
You can just open it secretly, but it's not necessary.
Appropriate outflow of some profits can save yourself a lot of trouble.
John wouldn't care about this little money.
It's just that the application process was very fast. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, was not very happy when he heard that the offer was about to be opened.
He even asked vaguely whether there were any discounts for the official's bets.
"Ludo Bagman is a gambler. He has gone bankrupt and is still keen on these things." Tang Mi came back to inform the results. He couldn't help but shook his head and said: "He used to be the best hitter of the Hornets. Now his You can even fit a wine barrel in your belly.”
"Do you know him?" John heard a different meaning.
Tang Mi hesitated for a while and said honestly: "I used to be a fan of the Wimbourne Hornets. At that time, I played for the Ministry of Magic with Oz and Lippi."
Tang Mi felt a little melancholy when he mentioned the past events.
If he hadn't been bitten by a werewolf that time, he might still be struggling for promotion in the Ministry of Magic.
This time I went to the Ministry of Magic and met my former friends, Ozzie Hilde and Lippi Korbel. They were still stuck in the same place, which made Tang Mi sigh.
John picked up the Ministry of Magic document and looked at it. When he heard this, he said without raising his head: "You can have a good time catching up with your friends. Now you don't need to hide around, right?"
Tang Mi was startled.
The document was confirmed to be correct and put away. John looked at Tang Mi who was still in a daze and said speechlessly: "You haven't been looking for them all day, right?"
Tang Mi was embarrassed. He scratched his head, his face was stunned, and he looked like a shy big boy.
Walking into the fireplace, John glanced at Tang Mi and said, "I don't exclude you from having your own friends, Tang Mi. Everyone has their own social interactions. I don't have to care about everything."
After saying that, blue flames engulfed John.
He disappeared into the office.
That bright face appeared in Tang Mi's mind. They were once inseparable. Before being bitten by the werewolf, he never even thought about being separated.
In the past, he had great ambitions, but now he is wasting his time in the Ministry of Magic.
He made up his mind and walked out of Johnny Silverhand's store without even hearing his men calling him.
Walking to a flower shop, he reluctantly bought a bouquet of flowers.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, why don't we bring some gifts." He said to himself.
...
Dudley had been losing weight recently and John could often see Dudley jogging along Privet Drive.
When passing by the door of his house, Dudley ran as fast as if a dog was chasing him.
Apart from the eyeball that Watson found while mowing the lawn a few days ago, John felt that it was also because of his four vicious uncles.
Now the Dursleys have completely believed that the Wick family is the same as those big guys. After all, on the day of the holiday, they saw several cars with vicious people getting out of the car.
One look at someone who knows he needs to be in jail.
Harry's treatment at the Dursley's has improved, and Uncle Vernon will no longer yell at every turn, although sometimes he will yell subconsciously, and then apologize in panic afterward.
Aunt Petunia no longer kept her cold face.
When he saw Aunt Petunia buying him clothes that day, Harry felt that someone had cast the Imperius Curse on them.
His room is no longer locked, and he doesn't have to do his homework carefully.
But because Dudley was losing weight, he needed to eat vegetables with him.
This made Harry, who had been eating vegetables for a month, miserable. He wrote to his friends, hoping to get some delicious food.
Of course, the premise is not to be discovered by Dudley.
Dudley couldn't control his mouth now, and several times he 'sleepwalked' directly to the kitchen. When he opened the refrigerator, there was nothing in it, which made him almost cry.
Harry gave him a suggestion and told him to go to John's place, there would be a lot of delicious food.
Dudley's heart was moved, but it was soon overshadowed by the shadow of his childhood.
Even if he shook his head and beat him to death, there were three children who snatched John's Chinese dumplings. John directly pressed the children's hands and performed the pencil disappearing technique.
That incident cast a huge shadow on Dudley.
During that time, I even dreamed of shouting "Don't come over here with the pencil" and slept with my parents for a week.
Harry also wrote letters very frequently, mostly to Sirius.
He always had endless things to say about his godfather.
To this end, Hedwig's somewhat rounded body became slim.
Basil's favorite thing was to stay in front of the window and cast a disdainful look at Hedwig who was busy flying around.
If it weren't for the window, the two snowy owls would definitely fight.
As Harry waited expectantly, his birthday arrived as scheduled.
Hagrid, Hermione, Ron, and Sirius, they sent four big cakes.
And on that day Harry was happy.
John was staring at the Daily Prophet in his hand, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
"The Ministry of Magic lost Peter Pettigrew?"
John raised his head and looked at Pierce.
Pierce said with fear: "One week after leaving for Azkaban, Peter Pettigrew disappeared."
"Escaped, as expected of a mouse." John put down the newspaper expressionlessly.
He should have thought that if Sirius could run out, then Pettigrew should also be able to.
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