Chapter 602 Arianna, Hogsmeade
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John finds his gift in the bedroom.
Well, a lot.
So much so that John could barely get into the bedroom.
He randomly picked one up and opened it, and the pink box inside made John wonder if the contents of the box were legitimate.
Basil flew in and the whole bird was shaking.
Do not doubt, it is angry.
As it finds itself absent, there are many owls invading its territory.
John had to give it a dozen small dried fish to calm it 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 went to school at Hogwarts, and these gifts were all sent by his admirers or people who wanted to curry favor with him.
It may take several days just to unwrap the presents.
For this reason, John is going to wait until night to solve it.
"Hope the uncles haven't sent something that's going to explode."
Glancing over the presents, the only thing he was worried about was a few grenades sent by the old uncles.
Going to the auditorium, John enjoyed the auditorium alone.
He asked for a glass of water and bread, and he simply settled for a meal.
Taking out his pocket watch and checking the time, he felt that Arianna 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 poked her head out there.
"Mom, why are you here?"
He waved his hand to let the protoss scatter.
The little ones were frightened by Mrs. Wick.
Mrs. Wick's eyes changed from completely black to normal. She thought for a while, 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 it, where are you pointing at Sang and scolding Huai?
John was speechless, but he couldn't say anything to his old mother.
"Well, now you should see that this is not a strange place, nor a 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 the old mother's behavior of acting cute even at her age.
But since Mrs. Wick is here, what about Dad?
...
"Wife, Arianna."
Watson searched in various rooms, but did not find his wife and daughter.
He rushed to Qiqi, grabbed its wings, and said viciously, "Where's my wife and children?"
Qiqi: "..." Something is wrong, you expect me to talk?
Fortunately, Qiqi can't speak, which doesn't mean Watson can't find clues.
He saw the card spit out by the flames.
The son's handwriting on it was recognized at a glance.
"Okay, go find John behind my back."
Watson quit, the magic world is so interesting, how can you do this!
He immediately put on his full armor, brought his custom-made wizard robes and put on a wizard hat.
"What's missing... I have it!"
Watson ran to his warehouse to rummage, and took out a wand.
Well, usually Tom is biting and playing, and is hidden by a bad parent for himself.
Fully equipped, Watson stood smugly in front of the mirror.
"You look like a wizard."
Appreciating himself, Watson took out the card and swaggered to the fireplace.
With a dash, the card flew into the fireplace.
Then the card burns and burns to ashes.
Watson stood like that for a long time in front of the fireplace.
He stretched out his hand and was licked by the tongue of fire, making him withdraw his hand hastily.
"Can this pass?"
Watson was deeply skeptical about this.
Throwing a piece of firewood into it, the fireplace flame burned more vigorously.
He felt himself going in, probably able to fuel the flames for a few hours.
After repeated confirmation, Watson finally understood.
I was abandoned.
"Nizi!" Watson gritted his teeth.
Going to the magic world without bringing yourself, everyone is lawless!
Shivering cold.
Watson waved his wand like a madman in Wick's house.
He rushed out of the house, crashed into the snowman he had built yesterday, and punched and kicked the snowman.
The surveillance agents glanced at each other.
"Is he... crazy?"
"I think he might be under too much pressure."
An older agent calmly analyzed: "Or, he showed it to us on purpose, in order to make us take it lightly."
"It makes sense!" The young agent admired the senior's analysis.
The old agent smoked a cigarette and said deeply: "As expected of you, Watson Wick, you must have discovered our existence a long time ago."
"Excellent acting skills, but unfortunately you can't fool me." The old agent sneered, "Call work."
"Call work?" The young agent was dumbfounded and asked in confusion, "We want to monitor him."
"It's useless, he has already found us, and everything he sees next is just what he wants to show us."
The old agent said coldly: "This time it is his victory, leave first, otherwise we will never see the real Watson Wake."
"Okay." The young agent was once again convinced by the old agent and believed in him.
As everyone knows, he is just a sad old man abandoned by his wife and children.
...
Hogsmeade.
Mrs. Wick felt itchy when she entered this village full of wizards.
It's like an instinct hidden in the blood.
It belongs to the aftermath of that massive witch hunt.
Ariana refused to let go of her eyes on the surrounding things.
She hugged the bear and walked in this village full of wizards.
This is John's Christmas present.
A novel trip for Ariana.
Although John wasn't going home, he was able to get Ariana over.
He took off Ariana's bracelet, stretched out his wand, and said softly, "I'm here."
By John's side, Ariana needs no restraint bracelets.
Mrs. Wick was attracted by the Fengya wizard clothing store, and she thought it would be nice to arrange a few pieces for Ariana.
I don't know why, but ice cream is especially 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 ice creams from it.
One ate by herself, and the other she handed to Ms. Pince.
The two were chatting and laughing, and even Filch's habitual hunchback stood upright.
After thinking about it, John should keep this secret to himself.
"How about a warm butterbeer?" John pointed to the Three Broomsticks.
Ariana moved to the glass curiously and looked in.
The inside was overcrowded, making Arianna back away in fear.
"Mr. Wick," the owner of Fengya Wizard Clothing Shop ran over and said respectfully to John, "your mother bought thirteen women's robes."
John took a purse out of his purse and said to the boss, "Make my mother happy."
The boss picked up the money bag and almost hit the ground with his hand, and the banknote ability was activated.
The boss smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and nodded repeatedly to express that he would treat him well.
Seeing that Ariana didn't like crowded taverns, John thought for a while and said, "Then let's change places, and I think you will go too."
Ariana tilted her head, not knowing where to go.
...
Pig's Tavern.
This place is like a ghetto dumpster compared to the Three Broomsticks.
Goats came out and bleated in the deserted shop.
The boss, Aberforth, was resting on his chin in boredom.
Since Voldemort stepped down, even the dark wizards who brought him here for consumption have disappeared.
Go ahead and I'm afraid he's going out of business.
"jingle."
The door was opened.
Aberforth looked over slowly, guessing which dark wizard came here to trade.
But at this glance, it was as if someone had cast a petrification spell on him.
Eyes widened bit by bit, and Aberforth let out a 'ho' sound from his mouth.
"Not welcome?" John asked standing at the door.
Aberforth kept his eyes fixed on the back of him. The girl holding the wand was looking at the empty tavern with a curious look.
"Arianna."
He finally spoke.
But the calmness of the mouth turned into a choked sob.
Seeing the old man, Ariana had a familiar feeling.
She spoke in a voice that Aberforth had not heard for a long time but dared not forget.
"elder brother."
...
Well, a lot.
So much so that John could barely get into the bedroom.
He randomly picked one up and opened it, and the pink box inside made John wonder if the contents of the box were legitimate.
Basil flew in and the whole bird was shaking.
Do not doubt, it is angry.
As it finds itself absent, there are many owls invading its territory.
John had to give it a dozen small dried fish to calm it 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 went to school at Hogwarts, and these gifts were all sent by his admirers or people who wanted to curry favor with him.
It may take several days just to unwrap the presents.
For this reason, John is going to wait until night to solve it.
"Hope the uncles haven't sent something that's going to explode."
Glancing over the presents, the only thing he was worried about was a few grenades sent by the old uncles.
Going to the auditorium, John enjoyed the auditorium alone.
He asked for a glass of water and bread, and he simply settled for a meal.
Taking out his pocket watch and checking the time, he felt that Arianna 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 poked her head out there.
"Mom, why are you here?"
He waved his hand to let the protoss scatter.
The little ones were frightened by Mrs. Wick.
Mrs. Wick's eyes changed from completely black to normal. She thought for a while, 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 it, where are you pointing at Sang and scolding Huai?
John was speechless, but he couldn't say anything to his old mother.
"Well, now you should see that this is not a strange place, nor a 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 the old mother's behavior of acting cute even at her age.
But since Mrs. Wick is here, what about Dad?
...
"Wife, Arianna."
Watson searched in various rooms, but did not find his wife and daughter.
He rushed to Qiqi, grabbed its wings, and said viciously, "Where's my wife and children?"
Qiqi: "..." Something is wrong, you expect me to talk?
Fortunately, Qiqi can't speak, which doesn't mean Watson can't find clues.
He saw the card spit out by the flames.
The son's handwriting on it was recognized at a glance.
"Okay, go find John behind my back."
Watson quit, the magic world is so interesting, how can you do this!
He immediately put on his full armor, brought his custom-made wizard robes and put on a wizard hat.
"What's missing... I have it!"
Watson ran to his warehouse to rummage, and took out a wand.
Well, usually Tom is biting and playing, and is hidden by a bad parent for himself.
Fully equipped, Watson stood smugly in front of the mirror.
"You look like a wizard."
Appreciating himself, Watson took out the card and swaggered to the fireplace.
With a dash, the card flew into the fireplace.
Then the card burns and burns to ashes.
Watson stood like that for a long time in front of the fireplace.
He stretched out his hand and was licked by the tongue of fire, making him withdraw his hand hastily.
"Can this pass?"
Watson was deeply skeptical about this.
Throwing a piece of firewood into it, the fireplace flame burned more vigorously.
He felt himself going in, probably able to fuel the flames for a few hours.
After repeated confirmation, Watson finally understood.
I was abandoned.
"Nizi!" Watson gritted his teeth.
Going to the magic world without bringing yourself, everyone is lawless!
Shivering cold.
Watson waved his wand like a madman in Wick's house.
He rushed out of the house, crashed into the snowman he had built yesterday, and punched and kicked the snowman.
The surveillance agents glanced at each other.
"Is he... crazy?"
"I think he might be under too much pressure."
An older agent calmly analyzed: "Or, he showed it to us on purpose, in order to make us take it lightly."
"It makes sense!" The young agent admired the senior's analysis.
The old agent smoked a cigarette and said deeply: "As expected of you, Watson Wick, you must have discovered our existence a long time ago."
"Excellent acting skills, but unfortunately you can't fool me." The old agent sneered, "Call work."
"Call work?" The young agent was dumbfounded and asked in confusion, "We want to monitor him."
"It's useless, he has already found us, and everything he sees next is just what he wants to show us."
The old agent said coldly: "This time it is his victory, leave first, otherwise we will never see the real Watson Wake."
"Okay." The young agent was once again convinced by the old agent and believed in him.
As everyone knows, he is just a sad old man abandoned by his wife and children.
...
Hogsmeade.
Mrs. Wick felt itchy when she entered this village full of wizards.
It's like an instinct hidden in the blood.
It belongs to the aftermath of that massive witch hunt.
Ariana refused to let go of her eyes on the surrounding things.
She hugged the bear and walked in this village full of wizards.
This is John's Christmas present.
A novel trip for Ariana.
Although John wasn't going home, he was able to get Ariana over.
He took off Ariana's bracelet, stretched out his wand, and said softly, "I'm here."
By John's side, Ariana needs no restraint bracelets.
Mrs. Wick was attracted by the Fengya wizard clothing store, and she thought it would be nice to arrange a few pieces for Ariana.
I don't know why, but ice cream is especially 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 ice creams from it.
One ate by herself, and the other she handed to Ms. Pince.
The two were chatting and laughing, and even Filch's habitual hunchback stood upright.
After thinking about it, John should keep this secret to himself.
"How about a warm butterbeer?" John pointed to the Three Broomsticks.
Ariana moved to the glass curiously and looked in.
The inside was overcrowded, making Arianna back away in fear.
"Mr. Wick," the owner of Fengya Wizard Clothing Shop ran over and said respectfully to John, "your mother bought thirteen women's robes."
John took a purse out of his purse and said to the boss, "Make my mother happy."
The boss picked up the money bag and almost hit the ground with his hand, and the banknote ability was activated.
The boss smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and nodded repeatedly to express that he would treat him well.
Seeing that Ariana didn't like crowded taverns, John thought for a while and said, "Then let's change places, and I think you will go too."
Ariana tilted her head, not knowing where to go.
...
Pig's Tavern.
This place is like a ghetto dumpster compared to the Three Broomsticks.
Goats came out and bleated in the deserted shop.
The boss, Aberforth, was resting on his chin in boredom.
Since Voldemort stepped down, even the dark wizards who brought him here for consumption have disappeared.
Go ahead and I'm afraid he's going out of business.
"jingle."
The door was opened.
Aberforth looked over slowly, guessing which dark wizard came here to trade.
But at this glance, it was as if someone had cast a petrification spell on him.
Eyes widened bit by bit, and Aberforth let out a 'ho' sound from his mouth.
"Not welcome?" John asked standing at the door.
Aberforth kept his eyes fixed on the back of him. The girl holding the wand was looking at the empty tavern with a curious look.
"Arianna."
He finally spoke.
But the calmness of the mouth turned into a choked sob.
Seeing the old man, Ariana had a familiar feeling.
She spoke in a voice that Aberforth had not heard for a long time but dared not forget.
"elder brother."
...
