night.
The fortune-telling bird flew out from behind the curtain of rain.
The puddle created by the rain was stepped on by a big foot.
The muddy water splashed onto the man's robe.
But he didn't care about that much.
On his thin chin, a wet goatee sticks to his neck.
The panicked people ran into the wild woods.
One figure after another passed by the tree trunk, making the man extremely frightened.
"No, don't," thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, revealing the man's face.
A tall, thin man with white hair.
The robes on his body were full of stains, he clutched the wand tightly in his hand, and his face was full of fear.
"Please, please let me go."
Igor Karkaroff.
Headmaster of Durmstrang.
Former Death Eater.
Now, he is like a lost dog being chased outside.
The rain fell on him, making him extremely embarrassed.
"Karkaroff."
The delicate voice is like calling an old friend.
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
The dark night explodes with white light.
Karkaroff was horrified to find three people appearing ten meters away.
They wore black coats that blended in with the night, just like the reapers of death.
The rain was blocked by the black hat.
After the white light dimmed, Karkaroff took action in that direction.
The light of the curse streaked across the night sky, causing a tree to be blown open.
But there was no one there just now.
"Who are you?" Karkaroff yelled like a madman.
"We only serve the strong."
“Boom—!”
A thunder snake struck a tall tree in the distance, and Karkaroff realized that the sound was not far from him.
At some point, it appeared less than two meters in front of him.
Face to face, Karkaroff couldn't believe it.
The light disappeared again as the thunder and lightning disappeared.
Instead, there were only three green lights in the night.
After the green light.
"Reappearance of Bones"
There is a Dark Mark hanging in the sky.
When Karkaroff was found, his hands and feet were cold and his body had no vital signs.
There is a line of words carved on the tree trunk it leans against.
"This is the consequence of betrayal. Those who oppose me, be afraid."
Rough old hands stroked the tree trunk, and the old man with a broom beard frowned.
"It's him," the old man said with disbelief in his eyes, "Voldemort, he appears here."
The Auror looked solemn and looked around for traces.
The old man looked at the man standing behind the Auror and asked, "Mr. Edgar, your family knows dark magic best."
Prejudicial words could not shake Ludwig's calm. He came over and took a look at Karkaroff's body.
"Avada Kedavra." Ludwig said the conclusion that frightened the old man. "Yelefan, there are traces of a chase. He is not alone."
Yalefan is the old man's name.
Yalefan grabbed his beard irritably, "This is impossible, he is left alone."
"There is a crazy woman beside him," Ludwig's expression remained unchanged, "We all saw Karkaroff's fear some time ago."
"Yes I know."
Even if you want to deny it, the facts are before your eyes.
Even if Yalefan is unwilling to accept it, he still needs to understand one thing. m.
The Dark Lord might be nearby.
An owl flew down from the sky. Ludwig took it and was about to open it, but Yalefan roughly took it away.
"Principal Durmstrang?" Yalefan's eyes widened, "When did this happen?"
"The principal of Durmstrang abandoned the school and ran away," Ludwig explained good-naturedly, "and the school board extended an invitation to me."
"They actually let you go." The beard on the broomstick was blown up, and Yalefan's eyes were as wide as bells. "This is an irresponsible behavior. The evil Edgar should not be in that position!"
“You can talk to the school board about that.”
Ludwig's expression darkened, "It's time to return the things to me."
Yalefan gasped and finally handed the thing back.
"I'll talk to them."
He made a threat and left with the bodies of Auror and Karkaroff.
Ludwig looked at the letter in his hand and muttered to himself inexplicably: "My powers are vast."
After taking a deep look at the carvings on the tree trunk, he turned and left.
...
"The former principal of Durmstrang died, and the person who cannot be named took action"
Newspapers flew into every household in the magical world.
The newspaper delivery owl flew over Privet Drive and was about to deliver the newspaper.
The snowy owl fell from the sky and kicked the owl away and snatched the newspaper.
John saw Basil flying over with the newspaper and was used to his domineering behavior.
While reading the newspaper, he was drinking Mrs. Wick's hand-ground coffee.
Watson, wearing a tie, asked the wizard chess king who looked like him in front of the mirror, "How about this?"
"Very handsome," the wizard chess king gave a thumbs up, "I hope the little girls on the street won't be stunned by his handsomeness."
Wearing a red checkered tie, Watson came to the table to eat.
He also held a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand. If it weren't for the fact that conditions didn't allow, he would have wanted to buy an owl.
These newspapers are much more interesting than the Muggle ones.
"Who is that Igor Karkaroff?" Watson asked like a curious baby, "and what are the Death Eaters?"
John took a bite of the sandwich and said in a way that Watson could understand: "The principal of a school used to join a terrorist organization. Later, he was killed by the terrorist organization in retaliation for betraying his boss."
"There are still terrorists in the wizarding world?" Watson was eye-opening.
He saw the popularity of "I Swing the Sword at Hogwarts" and asked John to buy a set for himself to check out when buying textbooks.
John responded casually, and the way father and son get along is amazing.
Mrs. Wick looked at her husband and son amusedly, then looked up at the wall clock, and reminded: "The time is coming."
When Watson saw that there were still ten minutes left, he hurriedly stuffed the food into his mouth, took a sip of milk and ate it.
"I'm sorry, things in the hotel have been in trouble recently. I can't accompany you to go shopping." Watson walked to his wife for a while and then left in a hurry.
John looked at the blushing face of his mother, Mrs. Wick, and silently pulled the newspaper higher to cover his somewhat broken expression.
On a whim, Watson wanted to buy textbooks with his son.
But at this critical point, there were some problems in the hotel that needed to be solved by him personally, so he had to promise to send John to school.
After breakfast, John got into the car driven by Mrs. Wick.
In fact, he could teleport directly there, but just think of it as relaxing with Mrs. Wick.
Looking at the pattering rain outside the window, some thoughts flashed through John's eyes.
"John," Mrs. Wick's voice interrupted John's thoughts as she drove the car and said, "your father has been working hard."
"He actually didn't believe in magic at first and didn't like wizards."
"He was actually worried when he found out you were a wizard and going to wizard school."
"The witches and vicious magic in those story collections would make him resist just thinking about them."
John's thoughts were interrupted and he turned to look at Mrs. Wick.
"However, he has been trying not to be so worried and to not make you feel that he is a special person. He has tried to like everything related to magic."
They arrived at an intersection and waited for vehicles to pass.
"He did it, but he still couldn't help but want to understand the dangers of that world."
"Over the years, he has also understood from your words that the world is just like ordinary people, with criminals and dangers."
"He suppressed and suppressed that worry, and even I almost deceived him."
"But when your whereabouts are unknown and you are in danger, he will collapse and he will go crazy."
Mrs. Wick looked at her precious son and said with a warm smile: "You are our pride, little John, we love you."
"No matter who you are, we will stand by you."
"Me too," John looked at Mrs. Wick and smiled sincerely, "I love you too, always have."
Mrs. Wick reached out and touched John's hair.
The tender moment between mother and son was broken by the honking of the horn behind her, and Mrs. Wick's smile broke.
She pulled down the window and reached out from the car with a hand holding up an international goodwill gesture.
Starting the car, John had always been aware of his old mother's exhibitionism syndrome.
He shook his head helplessly and looked through the rearview mirror to see the angry driver of the pickup truck behind him.
He snapped his fingers expressionlessly.
The old driver's tire blew out and he hit a roadside fire hydrant.
As long as the other person is miserable enough, Mrs. Wick's road rage will disappear.
John felt that he was such a good boy.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
