Helmer was struggling, but Ariana caught him without saying anything, and arranged for the little bear to be locked tightly with a Qingbi Jinjian seven-day lock.
Two more people got out of the carriage. Watson had changed his equipment, and Mrs. Wick was carrying five bags in each hand.
"I really saw it." Watson said in surprise, "It turns out that the wish list can really be anything."
"Dad, mom, Ariana?" John asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"
"We're here to celebrate the holiday with you." Watson threw the Quaffle he won, and the Quaffle flew back again.
"That amusement park is really interesting," Mrs. Wick said with satisfaction, "The costumes in it are also very interesting."
"Brother, give it."
Ariana tucked Good Helmer into John's arms.
"Ariana caught this one, but it looks exactly like the two in our family."
Watson chuckled and said, "I heard it's an activity at an amusement park. If you catch it, you can make a wish."
"Ariana promised to see you."
Hearing this, John looked at the serious Ariana, his heart warmed, and he stretched out his hand to rub the messy hair.
"Did you miss me?"
Ariana nodded vigorously, and John looked at his parents.
"Then let's celebrate the festival here." John smiled.
"By the way, aren't you going to return this little guy?" Watson thought for a while and asked, "I think the people in the amusement park are quite friendly."
"Oh, this is Helmer."
John answered casually.
Watson stopped.
With a look of astonishment on his face that doubted his life, he asked: "That amusement park..."
"mine."
Do you know how much damage an understatement can do to Watson's heart, which is working hard to let his wife and children live a good life?
He held his wife's shoulders to prevent him from falling, and said with a forced smile: "Ah, I said so enthusiastically, by the way, silver hand is a very common word in the magical world. I saw it written in many places today."
"Dad, if there is a silver hand written on it, it is most likely mine."
"Plop."
Watson still wasn't steady.
He couldn't figure it out.
Let’s just say it, just say it.
An 18-year-old boy who just graduated has dozens of properties. Is this normal?
Watson knew that his son was rich, but you didn't tell me that he was about to monopolize the magical world.
"I will open another hotel when I go back!"
I was thirty-eight that year, and I stood like a slave.
Watson vowed to return to the family brotherhood!
Eh?
Family brotherhood!
Brother position!
Social status?
Family brotherhood!
Why is this happening?
Watson was confused, why would his younger brother's position not change?
This Christmas, the first is socializing, the second is friends, and the last is family.
Although it was a bit messy, although John didn't understand why his father was nagging about 'little brother' and the like.
But this was the happiest Christmas he had ever had.
Silverhand Manor also became lively.
...
The Wick family was observed day and night by at least twenty agents.
In the field vehicle disguised as a mobile food truck, the old agent looked at the unconscious young agent, his expression grimmer than ever before.
"How did he faint?"
"It's unclear. There was no sign. When he touched the door handle of Wick's house, he flew backwards and fainted."
The old agent slapped the young agent twice in the face. The young man was in good health and fell asleep without any sign of getting up.
But various instruments showed that his body was normal. Except for a weak kidney, he was basically no different from ordinary people.
"It's like a high-quality sleep," said another female agent with a medical background.
The young agent's breathing was gentle and he felt no discomfort at all.
The mysterious events frightened them, and they suspected that this was a trap left by Watson.
Greg, who plays for another country, also reported the strange things just now.
The agents were frantic.
This is not the case for local intelligence agencies.
In the mysterious MI6 base, a brand new department opens.
That department only has a code name.
Seven places.
Any other information, even the people in MI6, only have a partial understanding.
All they knew was that the most elite people from MI6 were taken away from that place.
And those people had their files removed and became invisible people without a past.
At this moment, among the seven places.
A man was tied up by his hands and feet and hung upside down.
There was fear in the man's eyes, and his head was facing a bucket.
And there was no one in the room except him.
There is a mirror in front, and behind the mirror is a person who controls this mysterious institution.
Mycroft.
He was looking at the man quietly, listening to the constant begging for mercy.
In his hand, a yew wand was being fiddled with.
"This is their weapon."
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mycroft wouldn't have thought that this man could launch a powerful attack through a wooden stick.
One person in the first-level armed team was shot at the scene and is now in a state similar to muscle rigidity, unable to move.
They found the man at a rental house.
The man had not been out for many days and was reported as a suspect.
Seven departments quickly identified this person, from his weird behavior to breaking into the door behind him to arrest him.
"What's your name?" Mycroft's voice rang in the room to stop his men from putting the man into the bucket.
By now the man was caught, he was close to collapse.
"My name is Sally Connair, please, please let me go." Sally was about to collapse. He had no idea that he would be caught by Muggles.
He was a saint who sneaked into England and came here to promote the concept of baptism by holy fire.
It's a pity that in the second king's territory, he has no chance at all.
Anyone who mentions Grindelwald may be sent to the Ministry of Magic.
He could only hide, and he was smart enough to hide in the Muggle world.
But he didn't expect that his identity would be exposed due to his incompatible behavior with others.
Mycroft's eyes were calm and he turned a blind eye to Sari's pitiful plea for mercy.
"Very well, Sally," Mycroft began his question, "Are you a wizard?"
"Wizard, oh no, I'm a wizard!"
Sari was about to deny it, but when he saw the chain that trapped his feet moved, he was so frightened that he immediately admitted it.
"Please tell me, a corpse had no disease, no wounds, and no signs of poisoning at the time of death. How did it die?"
Mycroft wants to further confirm Sarri's identity and get more information from him.
"No disease, no wounds, no poisoning?" As soon as Sari thought about it, he saw the chain moving downwards, and he was frightened.
"It's a death curse, yes, it must be a death curse!"
His hair touched the water in the bucket, and the turbid water reflected his face that was so frightened that he couldn't control himself.
"Korean Curse? Tell me what it does." Mycroft finally had a wave of emotion in his eyes.
In Little Hangleton, they found a new body in the house halfway up the mountain, but the body had turned into bones, and no one knew what it looked like when it died.
Sari stammered out the effect of the death curse.
From now on, the mysterious world called the Wizard.
During this torture, the truth was revealed bit by bit to the eyes of this smart man who is ranked among the best in the country and even the world.
The evil Death Curse, the Cruciatus Curse that is more painful than any punishment, and the Imperius Curse that can control people.
Each of the incredible and horrifying magics makes people gradually understand how terrifying wizards are.
And on the blank Seven Files, the confidential file with the words 'Wizard Invasion' finally started to be written.
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