Chapter 804 The Figure of the World Witch King
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Afterglow fell from the sky, it was dusk.
John received a letter from home.
He looked at Kiki, and stretched out his hand to touch the smooth and smooth feathers.
This action caught Basil's attention.
The jealous white owl was already sharpening his nails on the owl stand.
Qiqi was very frightened.
John stroked his chin, his eyes sharpened.
"What did you eat?"
Kiki blinked and opened his mouth.
John pulled a wool out of it.
"You wouldn't steal other people's sheep, would you?" John felt helpless when he got the result.
He knew that Qiqi would definitely be tricky if he lost weight and became fat during the time when his family was away.
The period of being freed is definitely the happiest time for Kiki.
It turned into a fire dragon and flew to the farmer's home to eat a buffet. With the efficiency of three sheep for a meal, it successfully left a legend of a goat-eating beast there.
"You better not let Ariana notice."
As the king of fire dragons, John can only tell Qiqiduo to take care.
At the thought of becoming a vegetarian again, Qiqi's demeanor became visibly sluggish.
It looked to its king for help, hoping that John could save itself.
These pitiful big eyes, if it wasn't for the big head, it would probably be cute.
John opened the envelope. Although Arianna didn't go to school, she had a father who graduated from Cambridge and an old mother who was well educated at home. She also learned a lot.
This clever handwriting seems to be on par with John.
Looking at Arianna's experience during this period, John can only say that his father's fate is really great.
If it weren't for the extreme manipulation of this hand, it is estimated that the one who did it was my mother.
However, along with this letter, there is also the old
Dad's letter.
Watson felt that Ariana was too lonely at home, thinking about whether Ariana could go to school.
Seeing this letter, John was also lost in thought.
Indeed, Ariana was very lonely.
According to the registered age of the family.
In Muggle families, it's high school too.
Now Arianna has been able to control her power, and it is not impossible to study in the Muggle world.
"Specifically, we still have to respect Arianna's wishes, but it surprises me that Dad can remember."
John thought it was Mrs. Wick who would bring up this matter, but he didn't expect that his father Watson was the first person to talk about it.
It seems that Dad has matured a lot after going out once.
As a son, John expressed his relief.
Picking up the parchment, John prepared to write a reply.
He saw Kiki on the table shaking non-stop, even the table was shaking.
"As a fire dragon, can't you have some backbone?"
John was furious and looked at Basil who was staring at him. He thought for a while and said, "Baile, you can go home instead of Kiki for a while."
Basil became dissatisfied, it flew to the table, slapped Kiki off, and stared at John.
"I won't be in Silver Hand Manor during this time, and Ariana hasn't seen you for a while." John rubbed his head for Basil, "They want to find me, but Kiki can't find a way."
Basil narrowed his eyes comfortably, and seemed to agree.
It was Qiqi's slap, which seemed a bit wronged.
Hand the written letter to Basil.
Before Basil left, he slapped Kiki again, despising that Kiki didn't even know the basic skills of an owl.
Qiqi: Why should I, a fire dragon, know the basic skills of owls?
John
I didn't lie to Basil, because the next period of time will be his busiest time.
All ten magic schools in the wizarding world have sent invitations to him, and he is currently going to Beauxbatons.
On the second day, John went to the second of the three magic schools in Europe.
...
Durmstrang.
As the current headmaster of Durmstrang, Ludwig is ready to welcome you.
He is much more popular than Karkaroff.
Durmstrang's students were as excited as Beauxbatons.
Ludwig had already informed them of the arrival of the Witch King in advance.
As a welcome ceremony, John saw boys with long, thick wooden sticks performing a sparkling dance in the hall of Durmstrang.
It was real sparks flying.
When the wand touches the ground, orange sparks will be sparked, and the student spit out two fire dragons blooming in the air.
This grand welcoming ceremony was an eye-opener.
The blood-red wizard's robe in this dark place also shows the heritage of the ancient Durmstrang.
Compared to the black at Hogwarts and the blue at Beauxbatons, the colors here are less lively.
But that didn't stop John from applauding him.
John will tell them some experiences about magic creation and research today.
What was strange was that this should have been an exciting class, but after John finished speaking, everyone had expressions of doubting whether they were wizards or not.
Such a clear and stupid expression reminded John of the classroom at Beauxbatons.
Ludwig also fell into a strange silence.
"Do you feel that even top wizards may not be able to do what you said?"
Ludwig wants to tell John, as
The difference between ordinary people and geniuses is like the difference between wizards and ordinary people, and the difference between you and geniuses is greater than the difference between people and dogs.
John expressed doubts about this, since he had come out of it little by little.
Knowing what the system can bring him also requires a foundation.
Ludwig invited Johan for a tasting of Durmstrang's specialty mulled wine, and their celebrity, Bulgarian team Seeker Viktor Krum, was there.
In John's fourth year, Krum went to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
John also watched that Quidditch World Cup match.
Five years later, Krum is still a top seeker, but with more maturity.
With continuous practice, his English pronunciation became more accurate.
The chat between the two mentioned the school, and Krum asked about Hermione.
He kept in touch with Hermione, though less frequently.
Krum has some love for Hermione, even after so long, he still remembers that beautiful girl.
"She works at the house elf relocation office," John smiled. "Should be fine."
"Yeah, she used to mention you a lot," Krum recalled. "In our letters, she would mention things about you."
John held the golden wine glass slightly harder, and said calmly, "She is my best friend."
"For the me I used to be." He added silently in his heart.
"Hermione will be delighted to hear your compliment." Krum took a sip of mulled wine.
As the top seeker in Quidditch today, Krum's light also dimmed in front of the Witch King.
"Happy?
"
John suddenly wanted to be alone, so he put down his glass and walked towards Durmstrang's secluded path.
"Your Excellency Wick?"
Krum looked back to find that John was gone.
An impudent Durmstrang boy accidentally bumps into Krum, spilling his glass behind him.
He hurried to clean up, picked up the cup, he was stunned.
"What is the imprint on this cup?"
The boy looked at the sunken golden mark with a puzzled look on his face.
...
The trip in Durmstrang is over and John is on his way to the next place.
Castro Busche, a magic school in Brazil, looks like a pile of collapsed ruins to Muggles.
A square building made of golden stones that looks like a temple.
They seem to like barbecue very much. On the day John came, the aroma of barbecue filled the whole school.
Their school uniforms are yellow, and almost everyone is a good barbecuer.
At least it wasn't a good experience for John.
Those tempting aromas wafted from the tip of the nose.
Grilled to perfection, the plates at each table are hunks of attractively colored meat.
The bright red chili is combined with the meat, the aroma and spiciness of the meat collide on the tip of the tongue, the crispness of the vegetables and the tenderness of the meat.
Well, at least that's how John heard the big-eyed Principal Bailey describe it.
There is another feature here. In addition to Quidditch, they also have another Muggle sport.
football.
Muggle wizards in South America brought the movement into schools.
Before going to school, six-year-old children will run and play football on the sandy field.
John was also dragged to watch a football game.
If it wasn't for the goalkeeper to use the catapult spell
It might have been nicer to bounce the ball into the opposing goal, causing the wizards of the two teams to cast spells on each other.
Principal Bailey is also used to these societies turning into a big duel at the end, and his optimism continues to influence the students.
After this invitation, John had to go to other schools.
He is a busy bee, constantly coming and going between flowers.
If he didn't have a portal, I'm afraid this journey will not end until next year.
Before leaving, Principal Bailey roasted a large piece of beef for John to take away.
But this piece of beef has become Kiki's ration.
The period of time with Wang was simply the most nourishing day in Qiqilong's life.
Basil, who was far away at Wick's house, squinted his eyes, making Watson who was close to him smile.
Ariana was lying on the carpet, shaking her feet, picking out schools from the brochures.
The phone rings.
Watson picked it up, and Mycroft asked, "The Sokovia rebel warlord was almost killed by a car bomb. Can you tell me what happened?"
Watson blinked and said innocently, "I don't know either."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally hung up.
John received a letter from home.
He looked at Kiki, and stretched out his hand to touch the smooth and smooth feathers.
This action caught Basil's attention.
The jealous white owl was already sharpening his nails on the owl stand.
Qiqi was very frightened.
John stroked his chin, his eyes sharpened.
"What did you eat?"
Kiki blinked and opened his mouth.
John pulled a wool out of it.
"You wouldn't steal other people's sheep, would you?" John felt helpless when he got the result.
He knew that Qiqi would definitely be tricky if he lost weight and became fat during the time when his family was away.
The period of being freed is definitely the happiest time for Kiki.
It turned into a fire dragon and flew to the farmer's home to eat a buffet. With the efficiency of three sheep for a meal, it successfully left a legend of a goat-eating beast there.
"You better not let Ariana notice."
As the king of fire dragons, John can only tell Qiqiduo to take care.
At the thought of becoming a vegetarian again, Qiqi's demeanor became visibly sluggish.
It looked to its king for help, hoping that John could save itself.
These pitiful big eyes, if it wasn't for the big head, it would probably be cute.
John opened the envelope. Although Arianna didn't go to school, she had a father who graduated from Cambridge and an old mother who was well educated at home. She also learned a lot.
This clever handwriting seems to be on par with John.
Looking at Arianna's experience during this period, John can only say that his father's fate is really great.
If it weren't for the extreme manipulation of this hand, it is estimated that the one who did it was my mother.
However, along with this letter, there is also the old
Dad's letter.
Watson felt that Ariana was too lonely at home, thinking about whether Ariana could go to school.
Seeing this letter, John was also lost in thought.
Indeed, Ariana was very lonely.
According to the registered age of the family.
In Muggle families, it's high school too.
Now Arianna has been able to control her power, and it is not impossible to study in the Muggle world.
"Specifically, we still have to respect Arianna's wishes, but it surprises me that Dad can remember."
John thought it was Mrs. Wick who would bring up this matter, but he didn't expect that his father Watson was the first person to talk about it.
It seems that Dad has matured a lot after going out once.
As a son, John expressed his relief.
Picking up the parchment, John prepared to write a reply.
He saw Kiki on the table shaking non-stop, even the table was shaking.
"As a fire dragon, can't you have some backbone?"
John was furious and looked at Basil who was staring at him. He thought for a while and said, "Baile, you can go home instead of Kiki for a while."
Basil became dissatisfied, it flew to the table, slapped Kiki off, and stared at John.
"I won't be in Silver Hand Manor during this time, and Ariana hasn't seen you for a while." John rubbed his head for Basil, "They want to find me, but Kiki can't find a way."
Basil narrowed his eyes comfortably, and seemed to agree.
It was Qiqi's slap, which seemed a bit wronged.
Hand the written letter to Basil.
Before Basil left, he slapped Kiki again, despising that Kiki didn't even know the basic skills of an owl.
Qiqi: Why should I, a fire dragon, know the basic skills of owls?
John
I didn't lie to Basil, because the next period of time will be his busiest time.
All ten magic schools in the wizarding world have sent invitations to him, and he is currently going to Beauxbatons.
On the second day, John went to the second of the three magic schools in Europe.
...
Durmstrang.
As the current headmaster of Durmstrang, Ludwig is ready to welcome you.
He is much more popular than Karkaroff.
Durmstrang's students were as excited as Beauxbatons.
Ludwig had already informed them of the arrival of the Witch King in advance.
As a welcome ceremony, John saw boys with long, thick wooden sticks performing a sparkling dance in the hall of Durmstrang.
It was real sparks flying.
When the wand touches the ground, orange sparks will be sparked, and the student spit out two fire dragons blooming in the air.
This grand welcoming ceremony was an eye-opener.
The blood-red wizard's robe in this dark place also shows the heritage of the ancient Durmstrang.
Compared to the black at Hogwarts and the blue at Beauxbatons, the colors here are less lively.
But that didn't stop John from applauding him.
John will tell them some experiences about magic creation and research today.
What was strange was that this should have been an exciting class, but after John finished speaking, everyone had expressions of doubting whether they were wizards or not.
Such a clear and stupid expression reminded John of the classroom at Beauxbatons.
Ludwig also fell into a strange silence.
"Do you feel that even top wizards may not be able to do what you said?"
Ludwig wants to tell John, as
The difference between ordinary people and geniuses is like the difference between wizards and ordinary people, and the difference between you and geniuses is greater than the difference between people and dogs.
John expressed doubts about this, since he had come out of it little by little.
Knowing what the system can bring him also requires a foundation.
Ludwig invited Johan for a tasting of Durmstrang's specialty mulled wine, and their celebrity, Bulgarian team Seeker Viktor Krum, was there.
In John's fourth year, Krum went to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
John also watched that Quidditch World Cup match.
Five years later, Krum is still a top seeker, but with more maturity.
With continuous practice, his English pronunciation became more accurate.
The chat between the two mentioned the school, and Krum asked about Hermione.
He kept in touch with Hermione, though less frequently.
Krum has some love for Hermione, even after so long, he still remembers that beautiful girl.
"She works at the house elf relocation office," John smiled. "Should be fine."
"Yeah, she used to mention you a lot," Krum recalled. "In our letters, she would mention things about you."
John held the golden wine glass slightly harder, and said calmly, "She is my best friend."
"For the me I used to be." He added silently in his heart.
"Hermione will be delighted to hear your compliment." Krum took a sip of mulled wine.
As the top seeker in Quidditch today, Krum's light also dimmed in front of the Witch King.
"Happy?
"
John suddenly wanted to be alone, so he put down his glass and walked towards Durmstrang's secluded path.
"Your Excellency Wick?"
Krum looked back to find that John was gone.
An impudent Durmstrang boy accidentally bumps into Krum, spilling his glass behind him.
He hurried to clean up, picked up the cup, he was stunned.
"What is the imprint on this cup?"
The boy looked at the sunken golden mark with a puzzled look on his face.
...
The trip in Durmstrang is over and John is on his way to the next place.
Castro Busche, a magic school in Brazil, looks like a pile of collapsed ruins to Muggles.
A square building made of golden stones that looks like a temple.
They seem to like barbecue very much. On the day John came, the aroma of barbecue filled the whole school.
Their school uniforms are yellow, and almost everyone is a good barbecuer.
At least it wasn't a good experience for John.
Those tempting aromas wafted from the tip of the nose.
Grilled to perfection, the plates at each table are hunks of attractively colored meat.
The bright red chili is combined with the meat, the aroma and spiciness of the meat collide on the tip of the tongue, the crispness of the vegetables and the tenderness of the meat.
Well, at least that's how John heard the big-eyed Principal Bailey describe it.
There is another feature here. In addition to Quidditch, they also have another Muggle sport.
football.
Muggle wizards in South America brought the movement into schools.
Before going to school, six-year-old children will run and play football on the sandy field.
John was also dragged to watch a football game.
If it wasn't for the goalkeeper to use the catapult spell
It might have been nicer to bounce the ball into the opposing goal, causing the wizards of the two teams to cast spells on each other.
Principal Bailey is also used to these societies turning into a big duel at the end, and his optimism continues to influence the students.
After this invitation, John had to go to other schools.
He is a busy bee, constantly coming and going between flowers.
If he didn't have a portal, I'm afraid this journey will not end until next year.
Before leaving, Principal Bailey roasted a large piece of beef for John to take away.
But this piece of beef has become Kiki's ration.
The period of time with Wang was simply the most nourishing day in Qiqilong's life.
Basil, who was far away at Wick's house, squinted his eyes, making Watson who was close to him smile.
Ariana was lying on the carpet, shaking her feet, picking out schools from the brochures.
The phone rings.
Watson picked it up, and Mycroft asked, "The Sokovia rebel warlord was almost killed by a car bomb. Can you tell me what happened?"
Watson blinked and said innocently, "I don't know either."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally hung up.
