Chapter 1 The Wizarding World and John Wick
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
1991 years.
6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Ching.
In the morning, sunlight shines through the windows on the second floor onto the wooden floor.
The sound of tapping interrupted the boy's concentration on sharpening the pencil.
He looked up, and there was a round shadow printed on the floor.
When he saw clearly the owner of the shadow, he couldn't help muttering.
"I know I'm an extraordinary person."
"But you're going too far."
The 11-year-old boy is a head taller than other children.
Xin is tall and has a small gray-blue vest suit. The golden pocket watch chain on the vest makes the penknife in the boy's hand as elegant as a wine glass.
He stood up and walked from the shadows to the sunlight.
The sun shines on his black and smooth hair, and the feather-like eyelashes flicker against the window into the room.
The reddish-brown eyes squinted uncomfortably in the sunlight, and the light red thin lips under the pretty nose were slightly pursed.
Boys of half-Slavic descent do not have the iconic freckles of European and American boys, and their fair and delicate faces look like noble sons who come out of fairy tales.
Put the pencils neatly on the table, as if you are playing with your own artwork.
John Wick stared outside, where there was an owl knocking on its window to get in, with a letter in its beak.
This made him lost in thought.
There is nothing wrong with owls. After all, this era is not the era when penguins were well-developed, and writing letters is not uncommon.
But owl plus delivery is a strange thing.
After carefully observing the letter, the envelope was made of heavy parchment, and the writing on it was written in emerald green ink.
Things are fine up to this point, but the problem is the wax seal in the middle.
It was a coat of arms with a capital 'H' surrounded by four animals: lion, eagle, badger and snake.
"Could it be that one?"
It can be seen from John's name that he is a peace-loving person, and he also has an unknown secret.
Yes, he is a time traveler.
From the moment he came into this world, he knew that he was an unusual person, after all, he was John Wick.
It has the same name as the god of killing who slaughtered a gang for a dog in the John Wicked series. With such a name, he is destined to have an extraordinary life.
For this reason, he specially trained how to kill three people with a pencil, and developed the technique well on his peers, and was given the title of Pencil Killer.
He is confident that even if he encounters a dangerous situation in the future, he can calmly take out a pencil and threaten the opponent to put down his weapon.
But he really didn't expect that he was indeed in an unusual world, but it was not an ordinary world.
There are a group of wizards in this world. They can move a magic wand to make a person forget everything, and they can enter your brain without any scruples to get the information you want.
A group of humans with supernatural powers, not to mention a group of wizards who are twisted and lunatic like Grindelwald and Voldemort.
"So my pencil killing skills are wasted?"
John looked at the neatly arranged pencils with regret. Thanks to his ten years of training, it turned out to be a magical world.
No matter how powerful your killer is, you can still kill a wizard.
For wizards, those incurable diseases can be easily cured, not to mention the elusive magic.
"Forget it, what Confucius said, if they come, they will be safe. Since they have come, let them be buried here."
After struggling for a while, he reached out to open the window.
The owl, which had been hanging outside for a long time, was finally able to fly in, and angrily threw the letter in John's face.
The owl turned around and flew away, not even begging for food on weekdays.
How unlucky that this annoying kid should be a freshman at Hogwarts.
"Tsk, it's impolite. It's thanks to Hagrid that he can bear to say whether these owls are raised by Hagrid."
John took the envelope down, complained about Hogwarts' owl qualities, and opened the letter.
"Dear Mr Wick:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.
Semester is scheduled to start on September 9.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 1st.
Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall"
"September 9, there is still a while."
At the same time, a voice sounded in his mind.
[Ding, found a hidden corner of the world, start a series of missions: Hogwarts. 】
That's right, Goldfinger.
The so-called traversers have their own golden fingers.
At the age of five, John discovered that a panel suddenly appeared in his mind.
This is also an important reason why he was able to learn the stunt of killing three people with one stroke at the age of 11.
The panel is very simple, with only two functions besides task issuance.
Support, add points.
Blessing, as the name suggests, is similar to the superposition of various buffs in the game.
Adding points can improve the skill level.
Both blessings and bonus points can be obtained by completing randomly assigned tasks.
Similar to John's short weapon proficiency, which has reached level 7, he can easily defeat three adults even with a pencil.
According to his original plan, by adding points, he could become an all-round athlete, or he could be admitted to the top universities.
These were disrupted by this admission notice before they could be realized.
There is one more thing added to the panel, magic.
There is no doubt that the authenticity of this letter has been confirmed.
It's February.
John then needs to find a way to get his parents, the Wicks, to accept the fact that their son is a wizard.
...
"John, this joke is not funny."
Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son with a serious expression and said: "You can use a pencil to successfully make your father run from the company to the school to apologize to the four children for you, but you can't use this kind of unfunny jokes to torture your father."
Watson Wick is the father of John in this life. Watson has golden brown hair, reddish brown eyes, a big nose bridge and a decent suit. He looks like a typical British elite.
In fact, John is more like his mother. Mrs. Wick has the same black hair. This beauty from the bear country, even the skirt on her body is full of mature charm.
As a middle-class elite, the Wick family did not believe what Little John said.
Mrs. Wick is also on the same front as Watson, holding a gold-rimmed bone china cup with coffee in her hand, and her eyes are helpless for children lying to their parents.
"It's three, and I'm not kidding." John retorted.
Obviously there were three of them, and the other one ran over and fell down by himself, which had nothing to do with him.
"That's right, that's not what that little fat man named Dudley said. He ate all the cake for the apology that time. My God, I don't know how he could eat it."
Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.
After realizing that he was in the wizarding world, the more John thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Could that fat Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?
In the end, after John's argument, the Wicks still expressed their willingness to give John a chance.
In this way, the days passed little by little.
John also received the new nickname given to him by the Wicks, Little Wizard.
It's just that I don't know who heard the news. A group of children who were not right with John formed a team to mock him, but they were scared by him pulling out the pencil and ran home to call their mother.
...
6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Ching.
In the morning, sunlight shines through the windows on the second floor onto the wooden floor.
The sound of tapping interrupted the boy's concentration on sharpening the pencil.
He looked up, and there was a round shadow printed on the floor.
When he saw clearly the owner of the shadow, he couldn't help muttering.
"I know I'm an extraordinary person."
"But you're going too far."
The 11-year-old boy is a head taller than other children.
Xin is tall and has a small gray-blue vest suit. The golden pocket watch chain on the vest makes the penknife in the boy's hand as elegant as a wine glass.
He stood up and walked from the shadows to the sunlight.
The sun shines on his black and smooth hair, and the feather-like eyelashes flicker against the window into the room.
The reddish-brown eyes squinted uncomfortably in the sunlight, and the light red thin lips under the pretty nose were slightly pursed.
Boys of half-Slavic descent do not have the iconic freckles of European and American boys, and their fair and delicate faces look like noble sons who come out of fairy tales.
Put the pencils neatly on the table, as if you are playing with your own artwork.
John Wick stared outside, where there was an owl knocking on its window to get in, with a letter in its beak.
This made him lost in thought.
There is nothing wrong with owls. After all, this era is not the era when penguins were well-developed, and writing letters is not uncommon.
But owl plus delivery is a strange thing.
After carefully observing the letter, the envelope was made of heavy parchment, and the writing on it was written in emerald green ink.
Things are fine up to this point, but the problem is the wax seal in the middle.
It was a coat of arms with a capital 'H' surrounded by four animals: lion, eagle, badger and snake.
"Could it be that one?"
It can be seen from John's name that he is a peace-loving person, and he also has an unknown secret.
Yes, he is a time traveler.
From the moment he came into this world, he knew that he was an unusual person, after all, he was John Wick.
It has the same name as the god of killing who slaughtered a gang for a dog in the John Wicked series. With such a name, he is destined to have an extraordinary life.
For this reason, he specially trained how to kill three people with a pencil, and developed the technique well on his peers, and was given the title of Pencil Killer.
He is confident that even if he encounters a dangerous situation in the future, he can calmly take out a pencil and threaten the opponent to put down his weapon.
But he really didn't expect that he was indeed in an unusual world, but it was not an ordinary world.
There are a group of wizards in this world. They can move a magic wand to make a person forget everything, and they can enter your brain without any scruples to get the information you want.
A group of humans with supernatural powers, not to mention a group of wizards who are twisted and lunatic like Grindelwald and Voldemort.
"So my pencil killing skills are wasted?"
John looked at the neatly arranged pencils with regret. Thanks to his ten years of training, it turned out to be a magical world.
No matter how powerful your killer is, you can still kill a wizard.
For wizards, those incurable diseases can be easily cured, not to mention the elusive magic.
"Forget it, what Confucius said, if they come, they will be safe. Since they have come, let them be buried here."
After struggling for a while, he reached out to open the window.
The owl, which had been hanging outside for a long time, was finally able to fly in, and angrily threw the letter in John's face.
The owl turned around and flew away, not even begging for food on weekdays.
How unlucky that this annoying kid should be a freshman at Hogwarts.
"Tsk, it's impolite. It's thanks to Hagrid that he can bear to say whether these owls are raised by Hagrid."
John took the envelope down, complained about Hogwarts' owl qualities, and opened the letter.
"Dear Mr Wick:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.
Semester is scheduled to start on September 9.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 1st.
Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall"
"September 9, there is still a while."
At the same time, a voice sounded in his mind.
[Ding, found a hidden corner of the world, start a series of missions: Hogwarts. 】
That's right, Goldfinger.
The so-called traversers have their own golden fingers.
At the age of five, John discovered that a panel suddenly appeared in his mind.
This is also an important reason why he was able to learn the stunt of killing three people with one stroke at the age of 11.
The panel is very simple, with only two functions besides task issuance.
Support, add points.
Blessing, as the name suggests, is similar to the superposition of various buffs in the game.
Adding points can improve the skill level.
Both blessings and bonus points can be obtained by completing randomly assigned tasks.
Similar to John's short weapon proficiency, which has reached level 7, he can easily defeat three adults even with a pencil.
According to his original plan, by adding points, he could become an all-round athlete, or he could be admitted to the top universities.
These were disrupted by this admission notice before they could be realized.
There is one more thing added to the panel, magic.
There is no doubt that the authenticity of this letter has been confirmed.
It's February.
John then needs to find a way to get his parents, the Wicks, to accept the fact that their son is a wizard.
...
"John, this joke is not funny."
Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son with a serious expression and said: "You can use a pencil to successfully make your father run from the company to the school to apologize to the four children for you, but you can't use this kind of unfunny jokes to torture your father."
Watson Wick is the father of John in this life. Watson has golden brown hair, reddish brown eyes, a big nose bridge and a decent suit. He looks like a typical British elite.
In fact, John is more like his mother. Mrs. Wick has the same black hair. This beauty from the bear country, even the skirt on her body is full of mature charm.
As a middle-class elite, the Wick family did not believe what Little John said.
Mrs. Wick is also on the same front as Watson, holding a gold-rimmed bone china cup with coffee in her hand, and her eyes are helpless for children lying to their parents.
"It's three, and I'm not kidding." John retorted.
Obviously there were three of them, and the other one ran over and fell down by himself, which had nothing to do with him.
"That's right, that's not what that little fat man named Dudley said. He ate all the cake for the apology that time. My God, I don't know how he could eat it."
Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.
After realizing that he was in the wizarding world, the more John thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Could that fat Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?
In the end, after John's argument, the Wicks still expressed their willingness to give John a chance.
In this way, the days passed little by little.
John also received the new nickname given to him by the Wicks, Little Wizard.
It's just that I don't know who heard the news. A group of children who were not right with John formed a team to mock him, but they were scared by him pulling out the pencil and ran home to call their mother.
...
