Chapter 79 Uncle's Gift and Catwoman Hermione
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John's 'out of gregariousness' is already common in Slytherins.
You don't usually see John over dinner, even at Christmas dinner.
By the time John arrived, the dinner party was over.
But when he sat down, a steaming turkey, potatoes and bread emerged from the golden plate in front of him.
"Thank you."
He murmured his thanks, not sure if the house-elf working in the kitchen could hear him.
Because he often misses dinner, John comes and goes and gets to know the house-elf in the kitchen.
They always left a copy for John at dinner, and it was the same today.
The knife cut a slice from the turkey, took out the little old godmother that was left and spread it on the bread.
With turkey bread and Laoganma, John narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
After finishing dinner, John returned to the Slytherin dungeon.
Malfoy was furious, and when he saw John, he said warily, "Are you John?"
John was confused. "Of course I am."
"evidence!"
Malfoy looked like a little boy who had just been tricked into candy, and he already had his wand in his hand.
As long as John has no evidence, he intends to make the guy who lied to him just suffer.
John thought for a while, then waved to Malfoy.
While wary of John, Malfoy passed by.
After arriving in front of him, John's left hand was like a poisonous snake, making Malfoy unable to react. He grabbed the hand holding the wand and twisted it, and the wand fell out of that hand.
Immediately afterwards, John grabbed Malfoy's collar with his right hand and lifted him up easily.
Malfoy was strangled, clapped John's hand and hastily surrendered.
"I believe it, I believe it."
"It'd be better if it didn't happen sooner."
Let go of Malfoy's buttocks, John walked to the side and sat down, Tom, who had been running around in the Slytherin lounge, ran to the sofa to be petted.
"Ahem, there are two guys pretending to be Goyle and Crabbe."
Malfoy was absolutely convinced that no one in Hogwarts other than John would have such strength.
He said viciously: "If you let me know who it is, I will let him know how powerful the curse is!"
"Masquerading as Goyle and Crabbe? Is it a compound potion?"
John stroked Tom's dog's head, and Tom made the dog lie down comfortably.
He thought of the three little ones. Except for them, no one would do this.
"What did you tell them?" John, who knew the answer, was curious about what the third little one asked.
It should be the heir or something, after all, they have always suspected Malfoy.
Malfoy hesitated, and said, "Basically, I'm talking."
"...Draco, it's time for you to change your habit."
John was speechless. Before anyone asked, you sent the information directly.
Malfoy was embarrassed, so he turned his anger on Goyle and Crabbe.
"It's all your fault, why come back so late."
"We ate a cake and passed out."
The two of Gore were also very aggrieved. John patted Tom's dog's head to make it get up from the ground.
"Okay, that's it."
Getting up to go back to the dormitory, Malfoy stopped John before leaving.
"John, they also asked about you."
"I?"
John was taken aback, Malfoy nodded and said, "I said you often don't know where you've gone."
Is this doubting yourself?
John thinks it shouldn't be, he is a true Muggle wizard.
Probably Harry asked casually, curious about his life in Slytherin.
Not paying attention, John returned to the dormitory.
Now he was free to deal with the pile of Christmas presents.
Most of them were sent by my group of pen pals. After all, interpersonal relationships still need to be maintained, and John also sent a lot on Christmas.
Open one, which was sent by Neville. It contains a beautiful glass ball, and when placed next to the candle, stars will be projected.
Hermione sent a delicate quill, Ron sent wizard chess, and Harry sent a Quidditch book.
There are also cufflinks from my mother, and a wizard hat from my father. It seems that the material is made by Muggles and handmade.
Dad Watson Wick's letter hinted that John could bring him a golden snitch back home, probably because he was interested in the Quidditch books he brought back during the summer vacation.
And Mrs. Wick's letter is just one sentence, tell your father to go to hell, don't listen to him.
The presents were almost unwrapped, and John looked at the last one.
The address above surprised him for a moment, but it was still sent from his own home.
Open the gift, and there is a letter inside.
He picked it up and glanced at it:
"My favorite Yadani, I hope you receive my gift.
It's a pity that you didn't come to our house for Christmas this year, but it's okay if you didn't come, because the family has not been peaceful recently.
The situation is turbulent, and your uncles are also affected. Father is old, and there are still some people who want to invite him out.
They were all kicked out by me, this group of inhuman guys trying to squeeze out the last trace of value.
Well, let's not talk about it.
Remember that brown bear whose cubs grew up stronger than their mother.
I wish you could come and see it next year, I haven't taken you hunting yet.
Love your uncle.
Seryozha Jovonovich. "
Yadani Jovonovich, this name is only called by his grandfather's family.
This letter was sent home by my uncle and then forwarded by Mrs. Wick.
A trace of nostalgia flashed in John's eyes. Although his uncles like to wrestle with brown bears, they really love him.
Even though they haven't been back for a long time, the uncles will still insist on sending gifts.
"I don't know what uncle gave me."
With anticipation, John opened the book-sized gift box.
After unpacking the white polka dot gift bag paper, a black box that looks expensive is revealed.
John solemnly opened the box, and the matte black thing lay quietly inside.
"?"
Seeing this, John was lost in thought.
He kept the open posture, and re-closed and opened the box without giving up.
Well, what's inside hasn't changed.
He picks up the contents with a deadpan expression, the comfortable grip is a bit big for a small child, but John develops faster than a child so it's about right.
Synthetic handles, matte black for good concealment and not exposed by reflections.
The overall weight is light, the caliber is 9 mm, the effective range is 50 meters, and the magazine capacity is 17 rounds.
That's right.
This is a gun.
Uncle gave himself a pistol.
John felt that either he was crazy, or that his uncle's brain circuit was different from ordinary people.
"A wizard with a gun?"
There are not many bullets in the box, only 17.
I think it's uncle who doesn't want to commit crimes... Damn!
If someone decent gives a pistol to a child, he is only 12 years old.
"Uncle, you are too hardcore."
Silently putting the pistol back, John decided to seal the gun.
The second day of Christmas.
John heard that Hermione was hospitalized, and he was a good friend.
He went to the school hospital to visit, only to see a hairy face.
Rubbing his eyes, when John looked again, his face was covered by his hands.
"Don't look at John, leave quickly!" Hermione covered her face and was ashamed to see anyone.
John said with a strange expression: "Don't tell me you want to be a catwoman even if you admire Professor McGonagall?"
Why didn't he remember that Hermione's Transfiguration had reached this level.
Hermione was even more ashamed by being told that she wanted to be like Millicent Burst, and she even had a hand-to-hand fight with him in the Dueling Club.
However, Millicent Burst raised a cat, and what she got was cat hair, which made her ashamed of others.
John suppressed a laugh, and Hermione was about to throw him out.
"Well, it's pretty cute this way, isn't it?"
John even had the urge to rub the cat's head with his hands, but he held back considering that he would be bitten by the future Minister of Magic.
Before Hermione was about to throw the pillow out, John took out his wand and made a curtain for Hermione to close.
"I hope you recover as soon as possible. By the way, give me the badge under your pillow by the way."
John had left the badge under Harry's pillow the last time and had forgotten about it.
It happened that Hermione and Harry slept in the same bed last time, but they didn't know that these things don't need to be washed?
Expressing concern about the health of the school hospital, John got his badge back.
Hermione was a little puzzled when she saw this, and John said casually: "Last time Harry was attacked by a Bludger, I think we should see who did it. It seems that the heir didn't look for him."
"Ok."
When it came to the heir, Hermione felt a little guilty, and they turned into Slytherins to ask Malfoy.
After saying goodbye to Hermione, John left the school hospital.
...
You don't usually see John over dinner, even at Christmas dinner.
By the time John arrived, the dinner party was over.
But when he sat down, a steaming turkey, potatoes and bread emerged from the golden plate in front of him.
"Thank you."
He murmured his thanks, not sure if the house-elf working in the kitchen could hear him.
Because he often misses dinner, John comes and goes and gets to know the house-elf in the kitchen.
They always left a copy for John at dinner, and it was the same today.
The knife cut a slice from the turkey, took out the little old godmother that was left and spread it on the bread.
With turkey bread and Laoganma, John narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
After finishing dinner, John returned to the Slytherin dungeon.
Malfoy was furious, and when he saw John, he said warily, "Are you John?"
John was confused. "Of course I am."
"evidence!"
Malfoy looked like a little boy who had just been tricked into candy, and he already had his wand in his hand.
As long as John has no evidence, he intends to make the guy who lied to him just suffer.
John thought for a while, then waved to Malfoy.
While wary of John, Malfoy passed by.
After arriving in front of him, John's left hand was like a poisonous snake, making Malfoy unable to react. He grabbed the hand holding the wand and twisted it, and the wand fell out of that hand.
Immediately afterwards, John grabbed Malfoy's collar with his right hand and lifted him up easily.
Malfoy was strangled, clapped John's hand and hastily surrendered.
"I believe it, I believe it."
"It'd be better if it didn't happen sooner."
Let go of Malfoy's buttocks, John walked to the side and sat down, Tom, who had been running around in the Slytherin lounge, ran to the sofa to be petted.
"Ahem, there are two guys pretending to be Goyle and Crabbe."
Malfoy was absolutely convinced that no one in Hogwarts other than John would have such strength.
He said viciously: "If you let me know who it is, I will let him know how powerful the curse is!"
"Masquerading as Goyle and Crabbe? Is it a compound potion?"
John stroked Tom's dog's head, and Tom made the dog lie down comfortably.
He thought of the three little ones. Except for them, no one would do this.
"What did you tell them?" John, who knew the answer, was curious about what the third little one asked.
It should be the heir or something, after all, they have always suspected Malfoy.
Malfoy hesitated, and said, "Basically, I'm talking."
"...Draco, it's time for you to change your habit."
John was speechless. Before anyone asked, you sent the information directly.
Malfoy was embarrassed, so he turned his anger on Goyle and Crabbe.
"It's all your fault, why come back so late."
"We ate a cake and passed out."
The two of Gore were also very aggrieved. John patted Tom's dog's head to make it get up from the ground.
"Okay, that's it."
Getting up to go back to the dormitory, Malfoy stopped John before leaving.
"John, they also asked about you."
"I?"
John was taken aback, Malfoy nodded and said, "I said you often don't know where you've gone."
Is this doubting yourself?
John thinks it shouldn't be, he is a true Muggle wizard.
Probably Harry asked casually, curious about his life in Slytherin.
Not paying attention, John returned to the dormitory.
Now he was free to deal with the pile of Christmas presents.
Most of them were sent by my group of pen pals. After all, interpersonal relationships still need to be maintained, and John also sent a lot on Christmas.
Open one, which was sent by Neville. It contains a beautiful glass ball, and when placed next to the candle, stars will be projected.
Hermione sent a delicate quill, Ron sent wizard chess, and Harry sent a Quidditch book.
There are also cufflinks from my mother, and a wizard hat from my father. It seems that the material is made by Muggles and handmade.
Dad Watson Wick's letter hinted that John could bring him a golden snitch back home, probably because he was interested in the Quidditch books he brought back during the summer vacation.
And Mrs. Wick's letter is just one sentence, tell your father to go to hell, don't listen to him.
The presents were almost unwrapped, and John looked at the last one.
The address above surprised him for a moment, but it was still sent from his own home.
Open the gift, and there is a letter inside.
He picked it up and glanced at it:
"My favorite Yadani, I hope you receive my gift.
It's a pity that you didn't come to our house for Christmas this year, but it's okay if you didn't come, because the family has not been peaceful recently.
The situation is turbulent, and your uncles are also affected. Father is old, and there are still some people who want to invite him out.
They were all kicked out by me, this group of inhuman guys trying to squeeze out the last trace of value.
Well, let's not talk about it.
Remember that brown bear whose cubs grew up stronger than their mother.
I wish you could come and see it next year, I haven't taken you hunting yet.
Love your uncle.
Seryozha Jovonovich. "
Yadani Jovonovich, this name is only called by his grandfather's family.
This letter was sent home by my uncle and then forwarded by Mrs. Wick.
A trace of nostalgia flashed in John's eyes. Although his uncles like to wrestle with brown bears, they really love him.
Even though they haven't been back for a long time, the uncles will still insist on sending gifts.
"I don't know what uncle gave me."
With anticipation, John opened the book-sized gift box.
After unpacking the white polka dot gift bag paper, a black box that looks expensive is revealed.
John solemnly opened the box, and the matte black thing lay quietly inside.
"?"
Seeing this, John was lost in thought.
He kept the open posture, and re-closed and opened the box without giving up.
Well, what's inside hasn't changed.
He picks up the contents with a deadpan expression, the comfortable grip is a bit big for a small child, but John develops faster than a child so it's about right.
Synthetic handles, matte black for good concealment and not exposed by reflections.
The overall weight is light, the caliber is 9 mm, the effective range is 50 meters, and the magazine capacity is 17 rounds.
That's right.
This is a gun.
Uncle gave himself a pistol.
John felt that either he was crazy, or that his uncle's brain circuit was different from ordinary people.
"A wizard with a gun?"
There are not many bullets in the box, only 17.
I think it's uncle who doesn't want to commit crimes... Damn!
If someone decent gives a pistol to a child, he is only 12 years old.
"Uncle, you are too hardcore."
Silently putting the pistol back, John decided to seal the gun.
The second day of Christmas.
John heard that Hermione was hospitalized, and he was a good friend.
He went to the school hospital to visit, only to see a hairy face.
Rubbing his eyes, when John looked again, his face was covered by his hands.
"Don't look at John, leave quickly!" Hermione covered her face and was ashamed to see anyone.
John said with a strange expression: "Don't tell me you want to be a catwoman even if you admire Professor McGonagall?"
Why didn't he remember that Hermione's Transfiguration had reached this level.
Hermione was even more ashamed by being told that she wanted to be like Millicent Burst, and she even had a hand-to-hand fight with him in the Dueling Club.
However, Millicent Burst raised a cat, and what she got was cat hair, which made her ashamed of others.
John suppressed a laugh, and Hermione was about to throw him out.
"Well, it's pretty cute this way, isn't it?"
John even had the urge to rub the cat's head with his hands, but he held back considering that he would be bitten by the future Minister of Magic.
Before Hermione was about to throw the pillow out, John took out his wand and made a curtain for Hermione to close.
"I hope you recover as soon as possible. By the way, give me the badge under your pillow by the way."
John had left the badge under Harry's pillow the last time and had forgotten about it.
It happened that Hermione and Harry slept in the same bed last time, but they didn't know that these things don't need to be washed?
Expressing concern about the health of the school hospital, John got his badge back.
Hermione was a little puzzled when she saw this, and John said casually: "Last time Harry was attacked by a Bludger, I think we should see who did it. It seems that the heir didn't look for him."
"Ok."
When it came to the heir, Hermione felt a little guilty, and they turned into Slytherins to ask Malfoy.
After saying goodbye to Hermione, John left the school hospital.
...
