Chapter 174 The Muggle World and Uncles
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
At night, Privet Drive is very quiet, except for a few kittens meowing from time to time, and the occasional car passing by.
In the past, I could hear Vernon Dursley growling at Harry from time to time, but today it was surprisingly harmonious.
Presumably it was Vernon who figured out the gap between himself and wizards, but John told him that not going to school does not mean that there is no magic.
If you make Harry anxious, if he doesn't go to school and squats around all day to give you a haircut, he will die.
John was in the basement, the way his parents had gotten used to him over the years.
The basement was remodeled more and more scale, John built a fireplace in the basement, connected to Johnny Silverhand's office in Knockturn Alley.
The magic blood was placed on the table, and there were three bottles beside it.
The first bottle contained what could be described as blood drawn from the boggart.
The second bottle is the blood of the unicorn Weiwei, which can be regarded as a friendly sponsorship.
The third bottle was the blood of birds and snakes raised by Hagrid.
Staring at the three bottles of blood, John thought for a moment, brushing his fingers over the unicorn's blood. Although unicorns are attractive, they are also risky.
Professor Quirrell's face in the first grade is still vivid in his memory, and John is not going to take risks for the time being.
Birds and snakes have the ability to change their size as the space changes. He speculates that it may be related to space-based magic, which is not available for the time being.
On the contrary, it is Boggart that makes John very interested. Boggart has a strong ability to transform, and it has a similar ability to Legilimency.
In the end, John still chose Boggart. The little black mist kept changing in the bottle, and after touching the magic blood, it quickly merged into it.
Soon, the magic blood changed, from red to light blue, then black, and finally red.
The state inside also changed from liquid to mist-like.
"It's the first time I've seen this kind of magical blood."
After shaking the red mist in the magic blood, he even doubted whether he could drink it.
Putting it away for now, John looked at the candles on the table.
Candles were lit, and the looking glass in the room was whirling and spinning.
The Eye of Truth gave an early warning, indicating that someone had come in.
John tapped the table, and the things placed on it went into two large boxes in an orderly manner.
A starlight was projected on the empty desktop, and a flat map of Wick's house appeared on the desktop.
A footstep was in the living room, and John squinted his eyes. This was created by imitating the Marauder's Map, using the Human Tracking Charm and traces.
The parents went to meet the uncles, and this footprint was obviously not one of them.
Click on the footprints, and a black wizard with half of his nose appeared on the table.
Watching him rummaging hard, he didn't even take out the wand from his waist.
"Tsk tsk, that's the guts."
Seeing the dark wizard startled by the owl in the living room, John couldn't help but sneer.
It seemed that he had just discovered that the owl was a fake. The black wizard stretched out his hand and squeezed it, with a look of disbelief on his face.
John was not interested in watching him continue to be a clown, so he checked the tea time on the map.
The coffee table in the living room changed into a Tom that was magnified several times, jumped down and bit the black wizard's foot.
With a bang, the black wizard's foot bone broke.
He screamed, and John clicked on the sofa again, only to see that the sofa stood up, and the armrests on both sides turned into fists, sending out a burst of output to the black wizard.
The sandbag-sized fist made the black wizard dizzy, as if he just remembered that he was a wizard, and he was about to cast a spell when he pulled out his wand.
A slipper flew into his mouth with perfect precision, choking him speechless.
In the end, the sofa pulled off the pillow on his body and directly stuffed it on his head.
The suffocation deprived the brain of oxygen, and the black wizard passed out quickly.
Sitting down on the sofa again, he dusted the pillow thoughtfully. It was stained with saliva and was thrown into the washing machine for cleaning.
The big dog on the coffee table dragged the fainted black wizard to the basement, letting his head hit the steps, making a thumping sound.
"Go back, there are still some people who want you to solve it today."
Looking at the dark wizard being dragged over, John waved his hand, and the big dog obediently ran back to change back to the coffee table.
After about half an hour, someone sneaked into the house again.
As before, these people could not escape the fate of being beaten by the sofa and bitten by the coffee table.
Soon there were a few more people in John's basement, four wizards, all killers who brought real guys.
When the dark wizard woke up, his wand was already on the table.
When a silver mask appeared, his whole body trembled.
"Looks like you know me."
A low and hoarse voice sounded, the black wizard couldn't control it anymore, he prostrated on the ground and trembled all over.
"Respect, Honorable Sir Johnny Silverhand."
He didn't dare to look up, no one in the wizarding world knows the iconic silver mask.
"I found you in a Muggle house," the man stood up, his gaze fell on the dark wizard, and he said coldly, "Defoe, tell me, what are you going to do?"
Defoe is the name of a dark wizard, and in less than an hour, his background was wiped out in John's hands.
His body was trembling, and Defoe said in fear: "Dear Sir Johnny Silver Hand, I have no intention of going against you."
"I remember that I once stipulated all this." John leaned back on the comfortable leather seat, his voice was irresistible in his laziness, "You ignored my rules without my consent, tell me now, you Respect me?"
Defoe's body was crumbling, and he regretted so much why he was greedy for the conditions given by those Muggles.
Johnny Silverhand didn't kill all the dark wizards, but made the chaotic market orderly for them.
Those black wizards are very satisfied with the current situation. If people know that they have broken the rules, they will probably end up like the black wizards who were thrown out of the werewolf community.
"Your Excellency, how can I show my loyalty?" Defoe gritted his teeth and knelt down. He knocked his nose to bleed and tears flowed out, as if he could make himself look more pitiful.
John raised his eyes and said lightly: "Brand on it and let me know your loyalty."
brand? !
Defoe trembled like silk, but it was a mark that would never turn over.
But compared to death, he still chooses to live.
Defoe was dragged out, and from now on, he was no longer eligible to fight Johnny Silverhand.
But compared to the other dark wizards who were sent to Azkaban, he was extremely lucky.
Tang Mi walked in after dealing with the black wizard. He said respectfully, "My lord, the party in seven days' time has been arranged. We have sent invitations to Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch and others."
After finishing speaking, Tang Mi slightly hesitated and said, "Rufus Scrimgeour..."
"It doesn't matter. He should recognize his position. His betrayal is doomed."
John lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Pierce Thickness is a smart man. He is good at dancing, he knows how to manage his own relationship, and more importantly, he knows his position."
Tang Mi bowed and said yes, thinking of something, he said, "The Ministry of Magic intends to hold Sirius Black accountable for the disappearance of the Dementor. Should we contribute to this matter?"
John's eyelids twitched, and he almost forgot that so many dementors were killed in the end. Originally, the dementors had not reproduced, and the loss of dozens of them would have killed the Ministry of Magic.
"Have Rita Skeeter publish an article questioning whether the Ministry of Magic can effectively manage dementors, given the several attacks on wizards at Hogwarts as an example."
His expression remained the same, John didn't want the fact that he captured the dementor to be revealed.
Tang Mi did as he was told, and waited until the matter was settled.
It's time for John to sort out other things, too.
Returning home through the fireplace, he heard the door open.
There was a burst of familiar chirping in the Chinese language of Mao Xiong very loudly, Mrs. Wick was all smiles, and Watson was depressed.
"My dear Yadani, your uncle Seryozha has come to see you."
Uncle Seryozha was very loud. He had a square face, a prickly beard, short cropped hair, short sleeves, and a hulking figure.
There is no doubt that one of his hands can press Watson and beat him.
Not only he came alone, but also John's other uncles.
They are Andre, Anton and Alexei.
As soon as they appeared on the stage, the sturdy aura that belonged to Mao Xiongguo came out.
Unfortunately.
At this time, a truck outside was parked on Privet Drive, and the driver made a call.
"Watson Wick is back."
A voice came back from the other end of the phone: "Fix him."
The man turned off the phone, got out of the car and opened the rear door.
Inside the car, there are a group of people who are not good at it.
The driver said coldly: "Do it."
Those people put on masks and got out of the car with hammers, steel sticks and knives in their hands.
There is no need to use a gun to deal with a Watson Wick. What's more, they will be checked by the police if they use a gun, which will cause a lot of trouble.
A group of people walked towards Wick's house in a big way.
And the Wick family is immersed in the scene of the reunion of uncle and nephew and cannot extricate themselves.
...
In the past, I could hear Vernon Dursley growling at Harry from time to time, but today it was surprisingly harmonious.
Presumably it was Vernon who figured out the gap between himself and wizards, but John told him that not going to school does not mean that there is no magic.
If you make Harry anxious, if he doesn't go to school and squats around all day to give you a haircut, he will die.
John was in the basement, the way his parents had gotten used to him over the years.
The basement was remodeled more and more scale, John built a fireplace in the basement, connected to Johnny Silverhand's office in Knockturn Alley.
The magic blood was placed on the table, and there were three bottles beside it.
The first bottle contained what could be described as blood drawn from the boggart.
The second bottle is the blood of the unicorn Weiwei, which can be regarded as a friendly sponsorship.
The third bottle was the blood of birds and snakes raised by Hagrid.
Staring at the three bottles of blood, John thought for a moment, brushing his fingers over the unicorn's blood. Although unicorns are attractive, they are also risky.
Professor Quirrell's face in the first grade is still vivid in his memory, and John is not going to take risks for the time being.
Birds and snakes have the ability to change their size as the space changes. He speculates that it may be related to space-based magic, which is not available for the time being.
On the contrary, it is Boggart that makes John very interested. Boggart has a strong ability to transform, and it has a similar ability to Legilimency.
In the end, John still chose Boggart. The little black mist kept changing in the bottle, and after touching the magic blood, it quickly merged into it.
Soon, the magic blood changed, from red to light blue, then black, and finally red.
The state inside also changed from liquid to mist-like.
"It's the first time I've seen this kind of magical blood."
After shaking the red mist in the magic blood, he even doubted whether he could drink it.
Putting it away for now, John looked at the candles on the table.
Candles were lit, and the looking glass in the room was whirling and spinning.
The Eye of Truth gave an early warning, indicating that someone had come in.
John tapped the table, and the things placed on it went into two large boxes in an orderly manner.
A starlight was projected on the empty desktop, and a flat map of Wick's house appeared on the desktop.
A footstep was in the living room, and John squinted his eyes. This was created by imitating the Marauder's Map, using the Human Tracking Charm and traces.
The parents went to meet the uncles, and this footprint was obviously not one of them.
Click on the footprints, and a black wizard with half of his nose appeared on the table.
Watching him rummaging hard, he didn't even take out the wand from his waist.
"Tsk tsk, that's the guts."
Seeing the dark wizard startled by the owl in the living room, John couldn't help but sneer.
It seemed that he had just discovered that the owl was a fake. The black wizard stretched out his hand and squeezed it, with a look of disbelief on his face.
John was not interested in watching him continue to be a clown, so he checked the tea time on the map.
The coffee table in the living room changed into a Tom that was magnified several times, jumped down and bit the black wizard's foot.
With a bang, the black wizard's foot bone broke.
He screamed, and John clicked on the sofa again, only to see that the sofa stood up, and the armrests on both sides turned into fists, sending out a burst of output to the black wizard.
The sandbag-sized fist made the black wizard dizzy, as if he just remembered that he was a wizard, and he was about to cast a spell when he pulled out his wand.
A slipper flew into his mouth with perfect precision, choking him speechless.
In the end, the sofa pulled off the pillow on his body and directly stuffed it on his head.
The suffocation deprived the brain of oxygen, and the black wizard passed out quickly.
Sitting down on the sofa again, he dusted the pillow thoughtfully. It was stained with saliva and was thrown into the washing machine for cleaning.
The big dog on the coffee table dragged the fainted black wizard to the basement, letting his head hit the steps, making a thumping sound.
"Go back, there are still some people who want you to solve it today."
Looking at the dark wizard being dragged over, John waved his hand, and the big dog obediently ran back to change back to the coffee table.
After about half an hour, someone sneaked into the house again.
As before, these people could not escape the fate of being beaten by the sofa and bitten by the coffee table.
Soon there were a few more people in John's basement, four wizards, all killers who brought real guys.
When the dark wizard woke up, his wand was already on the table.
When a silver mask appeared, his whole body trembled.
"Looks like you know me."
A low and hoarse voice sounded, the black wizard couldn't control it anymore, he prostrated on the ground and trembled all over.
"Respect, Honorable Sir Johnny Silverhand."
He didn't dare to look up, no one in the wizarding world knows the iconic silver mask.
"I found you in a Muggle house," the man stood up, his gaze fell on the dark wizard, and he said coldly, "Defoe, tell me, what are you going to do?"
Defoe is the name of a dark wizard, and in less than an hour, his background was wiped out in John's hands.
His body was trembling, and Defoe said in fear: "Dear Sir Johnny Silver Hand, I have no intention of going against you."
"I remember that I once stipulated all this." John leaned back on the comfortable leather seat, his voice was irresistible in his laziness, "You ignored my rules without my consent, tell me now, you Respect me?"
Defoe's body was crumbling, and he regretted so much why he was greedy for the conditions given by those Muggles.
Johnny Silverhand didn't kill all the dark wizards, but made the chaotic market orderly for them.
Those black wizards are very satisfied with the current situation. If people know that they have broken the rules, they will probably end up like the black wizards who were thrown out of the werewolf community.
"Your Excellency, how can I show my loyalty?" Defoe gritted his teeth and knelt down. He knocked his nose to bleed and tears flowed out, as if he could make himself look more pitiful.
John raised his eyes and said lightly: "Brand on it and let me know your loyalty."
brand? !
Defoe trembled like silk, but it was a mark that would never turn over.
But compared to death, he still chooses to live.
Defoe was dragged out, and from now on, he was no longer eligible to fight Johnny Silverhand.
But compared to the other dark wizards who were sent to Azkaban, he was extremely lucky.
Tang Mi walked in after dealing with the black wizard. He said respectfully, "My lord, the party in seven days' time has been arranged. We have sent invitations to Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch and others."
After finishing speaking, Tang Mi slightly hesitated and said, "Rufus Scrimgeour..."
"It doesn't matter. He should recognize his position. His betrayal is doomed."
John lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Pierce Thickness is a smart man. He is good at dancing, he knows how to manage his own relationship, and more importantly, he knows his position."
Tang Mi bowed and said yes, thinking of something, he said, "The Ministry of Magic intends to hold Sirius Black accountable for the disappearance of the Dementor. Should we contribute to this matter?"
John's eyelids twitched, and he almost forgot that so many dementors were killed in the end. Originally, the dementors had not reproduced, and the loss of dozens of them would have killed the Ministry of Magic.
"Have Rita Skeeter publish an article questioning whether the Ministry of Magic can effectively manage dementors, given the several attacks on wizards at Hogwarts as an example."
His expression remained the same, John didn't want the fact that he captured the dementor to be revealed.
Tang Mi did as he was told, and waited until the matter was settled.
It's time for John to sort out other things, too.
Returning home through the fireplace, he heard the door open.
There was a burst of familiar chirping in the Chinese language of Mao Xiong very loudly, Mrs. Wick was all smiles, and Watson was depressed.
"My dear Yadani, your uncle Seryozha has come to see you."
Uncle Seryozha was very loud. He had a square face, a prickly beard, short cropped hair, short sleeves, and a hulking figure.
There is no doubt that one of his hands can press Watson and beat him.
Not only he came alone, but also John's other uncles.
They are Andre, Anton and Alexei.
As soon as they appeared on the stage, the sturdy aura that belonged to Mao Xiongguo came out.
Unfortunately.
At this time, a truck outside was parked on Privet Drive, and the driver made a call.
"Watson Wick is back."
A voice came back from the other end of the phone: "Fix him."
The man turned off the phone, got out of the car and opened the rear door.
Inside the car, there are a group of people who are not good at it.
The driver said coldly: "Do it."
Those people put on masks and got out of the car with hammers, steel sticks and knives in their hands.
There is no need to use a gun to deal with a Watson Wick. What's more, they will be checked by the police if they use a gun, which will cause a lot of trouble.
A group of people walked towards Wick's house in a big way.
And the Wick family is immersed in the scene of the reunion of uncle and nephew and cannot extricate themselves.
...
