I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"John," Mrs. Wick's voice interrupted John's thoughts as she drove the car and said, "your father has been working hard."

"He actually didn't believe in magic at first and didn't like wizards."

"He was actually worried when he found out you were a wizard and going to wizard school."

"The witches and vicious magic in those story collections would make him resist just thinking about them."

John's thoughts were interrupted and he turned to look at Mrs. Wick.

"However, he has been trying not to be so worried and to not make you feel that he is a special person. He has tried to like everything related to magic."

They arrived at an intersection and waited for vehicles to pass.

"He did it, but he still couldn't help but want to understand the dangers of that world."

"Over the years, he has also understood from your words that the world is just like ordinary people, with criminals and dangers."

"He suppressed and suppressed that worry, and even I almost deceived him."

"But when your whereabouts are unknown and you are in danger, he will collapse and he will go crazy."

Mrs. Wick looked at her precious son and said with a warm smile: "You are our pride, little John, we love you."

"No matter who you are, we will stand by you."

"Me too," John looked at Mrs. Wick and smiled sincerely, "I love you too, always have."

Mrs. Wick reached out and touched John's hair.

The tender moment between mother and son was broken by the honking of the horn behind her, and Mrs. Wick's smile broke.

She pulled down the window and reached out from the car with a hand holding up an international goodwill gesture.

Starting the car, John had always been aware of his old mother's exhibitionism syndrome.

He shook his head helplessly and looked through the rearview mirror to see the angry driver of the pickup truck behind him.

He snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

The old driver's tire blew out and he hit a roadside fire hydrant.

As long as the other person is miserable enough, Mrs. Wick's road rage will disappear.

John felt that he was such a good boy.

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Chapter 425 Malfoy was attacked

The Leaky Cauldron remains as frowned upon as ever.

As John walked in, the bar was quiet for a moment, followed by whispers.

Ignoring it all, he walked to the back alley and entered Diagon Alley.

It would be a pity that Watson could not come this time.

"What book do you want to buy?"

Inside Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, John hasn't been here for a while.

Last year, he chose to get textbooks delivered to his home.

He glanced at the book that looked like a mad dog in the cage, and then looked at the expression on the clerk's face who had lost hope for life.

""Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" "Advanced Potion Making"..."

He announced a series of names, causing the clerk's pupils to gradually regain their luster.

Apparently it was a pleasure for the clerk not to have to touch those damn biting books.

Mrs. Wick also saw the books and said: "That book of yours that is kept at home is always chasing Tom's tail."

"In that case, it's quite interesting." John could imagine that Tom was not only not afraid, but actually liked it very much.

After all the books were bought at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, they still needed to buy some other things.

I stuffed "I Swing the Sword at Hogwarts" into my small bag, thinking that my father Watson didn't want to buy this book that all wizards love to read during this trip.

Heading to the ice cream shop, the ice cream here is too strong in Mrs. Wick's opinion.

Perhaps because of the wizard's special physique, eating snacks and desserts would cause tooth decay the next day.

Mrs. Wick is more interested in clothing and is also a good tailor.

There are some signs on the street warning of dangers.

There are still wanted posters on the move.

The operation of Diagon Alley was not greatly affected by Voldemort's return. John saw wizards who were just about to enter school going to Ollivander's wand shop accompanied by their parents.

A girl was holding fire dragon roasted chestnuts she had just bought from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The rich aroma made the fat man next to her drool with greed.

Small stalls were set up secretly on the street, selling amulets and other things.

However, most of the effects are minimal, and it is also something that the newly opened departments of the Ministry of Magic focus on.

Mrs. Wick seemed to them a good candidate for a fat sheep.

John sneered at this, what if Mrs. Wick was Watson?

A wizard with an unusually large nose enthusiastically promotes his amulet, claiming it can protect against 90% of black magic.

Mrs. Wick didn't even look at him, as if she saw something dirty.

This made the big-nosed wizard very embarrassed, and he turned around and promoted to a big family.

But his luck was not very good, because there was a director of the Ministry of Magic in that big family who specialized in cracking down on these items.

The Weasley family.

John glanced at it, said nothing, and went to Madam Malkin's robe store with Mrs. Wick.

These monopoly businesses are really profitable, John walked in.

He's growing a little too fast, one height a year.

Mrs. Malkin's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw John.

This hanger-like boy is the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

While she was recording John's measurements, she also asked John if he would be interested in modeling for Madam Malkin's Robe Shop or something.

As the owner of the Silver Hand Collection, a strong competitor of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, John said he has no such intention for the time being.

This disappointed Mrs. Malkin. Mrs. Wick was very proud because her son was quite famous in the wizarding world.

Although the Wick family knows that their son is very good, they have no idea how good he is.

I originally thought he was number one in the grade, but now it seems like it's more than that.

Madam Malkin measured John's body with a measuring tape.

At this time, the door was opened.

John was looking sideways, but he was looking to the right at the moment, and there was something wrong with his right eye, so what he saw was blurry.

There was a clothes rack between them, so the other party couldn't spot John immediately.

But John guessed who it was from the clump of fiery red hair.

Hermione didn't see Mrs. Malkin and was about to ask when she caught a glimpse of the person behind the clothes hanger out of the corner of her eye.

Her expression changed, and Ron noticed that Hermione was a little strange. Just as he was about to ask, he heard an arrogant voice coming from outside.

"Who do you think I am?"

The familiar voice made both Harry and Ron turn their heads.

The door was pushed open, and a cursing Malfoy and his mother Narcissa walked in.

"Call him sir if you want to give him face. If you don't give him face, I will just let him die."

I don't know where he learned the social sayings from Malfoy's mouth.

There was a hint of gloom in Narcissa's eyebrows. After entering Madam Malkin's robe store, her eyes scanned vaguely.

As soon as Malfoy entered the door, he saw three people. He immediately started fighting mode and said sarcastically: "Who made such a grand show? It turns out to be our 'savior', Harry Potter."

Harry looked bad, and Malfoy continued as if he couldn't see, "Let a big man guard the door for you? Do you really think you are the savior?"

After all, he acted exaggeratedly.

"Oh, no, Voldemort! Dumbledore, save me!"

He performed a one-man show with a look of fear that made Harry want to punch him.

"Malfoy, shut up." Ron stood up and roared.

Malfoy glanced at him and mocked: "Why, the savior's little follower wants to vent his anger on your big brother?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, even spread out his hands, and sneered: "I don't even need a wand to deal with you."

Really, he looks like this.

John felt like his fists were itching.

He felt that it wouldn't be weird if Malfoy was beaten outside one day.

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?" Ron blushed angrily, not knowing whether it was because he was called a follower or because he was looked down upon.

"Draco." Narcissa frowned and glanced at her son.

Malfoy put away his smile and snorted from his nose, "You should be lucky, I shouldn't get my clothes dirty today."

Ron snorted like a cow through his nose.

Harry also wanted to beat Malfoy, and even wanted to clean Malfoy's mouth with his wand.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

Just as Harry was about to draw his wand, he noticed something was wrong.

There was no sound from Hermione's end.

He turned around and saw that Hermione was too timid to step forward.

He didn't think it was Malfoy who scared Hermione, then there was something else.

"John? Ah, this lady."

As if the person with honey on his mouth was not him just now, Malfoy found John and Mrs. Wick.

Malfoy immediately became a good boy.

"Mrs. Wick, this is Draco Malfoy, a friend of John's."

Malfoy's polite appearance made Ron's eyes widen.

That was even more impactful than seeing Snape wash his hair.

"Draco, I heard John mention you, a very energetic friend." Mrs. Wick's compliment made Malfoy puff out his chest and feel very proud.

John noticed Narcissa looking at him and looked sideways.

After a while, John looked at Malfoy again and frowned.

Madam Malkin took his measurements, and John suddenly walked over to Malfoy.

When Malfoy was confused, he stretched out his hand to straighten Malfoy's collar and said calmly: "Draco, you have to pay attention to your image."

Malfoy subconsciously reached for his collar, and John said, "I have to go to the cauldron shop."

With that, he said goodbye to Malfoy.

When he reached the door, he saw Hermione looking at him, wanting to come over but then stopped.

He looked at Hermione, nodded slightly, and left without saying a word.

Hermione felt disappointed for a while, her mood dropped, and even the subsequent measurement of clothes didn't make her happy.

There was a tall guy standing outside the door, it was Hagrid.

John came out and smiled when he saw Hagrid.