John found his gift in the dormitory.
Well, a lot.
There were so many that John almost couldn't enter the dormitory.
He randomly picked up one and opened it. The pink box inside made John suspect that the contents of this box were not serious.
Basil flew inside and the whole bird trembled.
Don't doubt it, he's angry.
Because it found that during its absence, many owls invaded its territory.
John had to give it a dozen small dried fish sticks to let it calm down.
He could guarantee that if Basil was in the dormitory, those owls would probably fill the room.
As a territorial owl, Basil has always been stingy.
"I think I need to find a time to open the presents again."
It was no secret to the entire wizarding world that he attended Hogwarts, and these gifts were sent by his admirers or people who wanted to please him.
Just opening the gifts would probably take a few days.
For this reason, John planned to wait until night to solve it.
"I hope my uncles haven't sent me something that's going to explode."
His eyes swept over the gifts. The only thing he was worried about was how many grenades his uncles had sent.
Heading to the auditorium, John enjoyed being alone in the auditorium.
Asking for a glass of water and bread, he settled down for a simple meal.
Taking out his pocket watch and checking the time, he felt that Ariana should wake up and open the presents.
A door appeared behind him, and John turned and walked through it.
The door opened and John saw his old mother.
John: "?"
He stared suspiciously at Mrs. Wick, who was confronting the protoss, and then at Ariana who stuck her head out there.
"Mom, why are you here?"
He waved his hand to let the stars disperse.
The little ones were frightened by Mrs. Wick.
Mrs. Wick's eyes changed from completely black to normal. She thought about it, pulled Ariana over and said, "I need to protect my daughter from being abducted to some strange place."
If you want to come, just say so. Why are you criticizing others?
John was speechless, but it was hard to say anything to his old mother.
"Well, now you should see that this is not a strange place, and there is no strange uncle, just your son."
"No, I think it would be nice to have Christmas here." Mrs. Wick winked at her son.
John was indifferent to his old mother's behavior of acting cute despite her age.
But now that Mrs. Wick is here, where is dad?
...
"My wife, Ariana."
Watson searched every room, but did not see his wife or daughter.
He rushed towards Qiqi, holding its wings, and said viciously: "Where are my wife and children?"
Qiqi: "..." There's something wrong, do you expect me to speak?
Fortunately, Qiqi can't speak, but that doesn't mean Watson can't look for clues.
He saw the card spit out by the flames.
The son's handwriting on it was immediately recognizable.
"Okay, go find John behind my back."
Watson quits, the wizarding world is so interesting, how could you do this!
He immediately got fully armed, took out his custom-made wizard robe and put on his wizard hat.
"What's missing...it's ready!"
Watson ran to his warehouse, rummaged through it, and pulled out a wand.
Well, usually Tom bites and plays with it, but some bad parent hides it and takes it as his own.
Fully equipped, Watson stood in front of the mirror.
"You really look like a wizard."
After admiring himself, Watson took out the card and strode to the fireplace.
With a cool throw, the card flew into the fireplace.
Then the card burned, reduced to ashes.
Watson stood like that before the fireplace for a long time.
He reached out and was licked by the tongue of fire, causing him to quickly retract his hand.
"Can this pass?"
Watson was deeply suspicious of this.
Throwing a piece of firewood inside, the fire burned brighter.
He figured that if he went in, he could probably provide fuel for the fire for a few hours.
After repeated confirmation, Watson finally understood.
I was abandoned.
"Treason!" Watson gritted his teeth.
If you don’t take yourself to the magical world, everyone will be lawless!
Shivering and cold.
Watson was waving his wand around like a madman in the Wick family.
He rushed out of the house, bumped into the snowman he had built yesterday, and punched and kicked the snowman.
The surveillance agents looked at each other.
"Is he... crazy?"
"I think he was probably too stressed."
An older agent calmly analyzed: "In other words, he showed this to us deliberately to make us take it lightly."
"It makes sense!" The young agent admired his senior's analysis.
The old agent smoked a cigarette and said deeply: "As expected of you, Watson Wick, you must have discovered our existence long ago."
"Excellent acting skills, but it's a pity that you can't fool me." The old agent sneered, "call it a day."
"Call it done?" The young agent was dumbfounded and asked doubtfully, "We want to monitor him."
"It's useless. He has already discovered us. Everything he sees next is just what he wants to show us."
The old agent said coldly: "Consider it his victory this time. Leave first, otherwise we will never see the real Watson Wick."
"Okay." The young agent was impressed by the old agent again and had no doubts about him.
Little did he know, he was just a sad old man abandoned by his wife and children.
...
Hogsmeade.
Mrs. Wick felt an itchy feeling when she entered this village full of wizards.
It's like an instinct hidden in the blood.
It was a sequelae of that massive witch hunt.
Ariana's eyes refused to let go of the things around her.
She hugged the little bear and walked in this village full of wizards.
This is John's Christmas gift.
A novel trip for Ariana.
Although John wasn't going home, he was able to get Ariana to come over.
He took off Ariana's bracelet, stretched out his wand, and whispered, "I'm here."
By John's side, Ariana didn't need a restraining bracelet.
Mrs. Wick was attracted to Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, and she thought it would be a good idea to arrange some pieces for Ariana.
I don’t know why, but ice cream is particularly popular in winter.
Is this the same as eating hot pot in summer?
John saw Filch take out Florin Fusco's membership card there and take out two strawberry mapo tofu-flavored ice creams.
She ate one herself, and she handed the other to Ms. Pince.
The two of them were talking and laughing, and even Filch's habitual hunched back straightened up.
After thinking about it, John decided to keep this secret to himself.
"Would you like a warm butterbeer?" John pointed to the Three Broomsticks pub.
Ariana leaned forward to the glass and looked in curiously.
It was so crowded that Ariana backed away in fear.
"Mr. Wick," the owner of Fengya Wizard Clothing Store ran over and said respectfully to John, "your mother bought thirteen women's robes."
John took out a money bag from his small bag and said to the boss: "Make my mother happy."
The boss' hand when he picked up the money bag almost hit the ground, and the money power was activated.
The boss smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and nodded repeatedly to express that he would treat them well.
Seeing that Ariana didn't like crowded taverns, John thought for a while and said, "Then let's change places. I think you will go too."
Ariana tilted her head, not knowing where to go.
...
The Hog's Head Tavern.
This place looks like a ghetto trash can compared to the Three Broomsticks.
In the deserted shop, a goat came out and bleated.
The boss, Aberforth, was bored with his chin propped up.
Since Voldemort fell from power, even the dark wizards who brought him to spend money have disappeared.
If he continues, I'm afraid he will go bankrupt.
"jingle."
The door was opened.
Aberforth looked over slowly, guessing which dark wizard was coming here to trade.
But this time, he looked like someone had cast a petrification spell on him.
His eyes widened little by little, and Aberforth made a "ho" sound from his mouth.
"Not welcome?" John asked standing at the door.
Aberforth's eyes were fixed on the back of him. The girl holding the wand was looking at the empty tavern with curious eyes.
"Ariana."
He finally spoke.
But the calmness in my mouth turned into choking.
Ariana felt a familiar feeling when she saw the old man.
She used a voice that Aberforth had not heard for a long time but did not dare to forget.
"elder brother."
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