MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 2

"Feel sorry."

Watson also realized that what he said was a bit excessive, but it was still impossible to believe it.

McGonagall knew that it was not easy for a Muggle family to accept a wizard, so she took out her wand and waved it.

The teacup that Watson picked up turned into a mouse and crawled up his sleeve, scaring Watson into screaming.

It was also the first time for John to see magic, and it was also an extremely high-end transformation technique, so he was inevitably excited.

After this battle, Watson completely believed what John said.

No matter how powerful a magician is, he cannot turn the cup in his hand into a mouse across a tea table.

After sending Mag away that day, Watson transformed into a curious baby;

"John, turn the cup into a mouse."

"John, let the broom sweep the floor by itself."

"John, can you fly on a broomstick?"

"John..."

John was so annoyed that he finally used his trump card and asked Mrs. Wick to drive Watson out of the room.

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July 31st.

John also has to prepare for school.

"It should be right here."

Charing Cross Road.

The dirty and narrow bar looks out of place with the large bookstores and record stores on both sides.

However, it is such a conspicuous place that passers-by completely ignore it.

Muggle banishing curse.

Anyone who has watched Harry Potter must be familiar with this place. This is where Harry’s dream begins, and it is also the only way to pass through Diagon Alley.

This dirty and small bar also has a famous name, the Leaky Cauldron.

Before entering the bar, the beautiful Mrs. Wick expressed her worries: "John, you are still a child, you can't enter the bar."

John said generously, definitely not.

After all, it’s hard to like this kind of environment.

After entering the Leaky Cauldron, the smell of sweat and sour beer combined to create a strange smell that made the family of three frown.

I thought it was filthy enough outside, but I didn’t expect it to be even scarier inside.

John was even a little curious about how these wizards could endure such a smell, especially the guy with a scarf wrapped on his head.

Of the 100 flavors here, that person contributed at least 60.

The bald boss came out of the bar and knew what was going on when he saw how the family of three was dressed.

"Come here, at least you will save me a few kats by staying here."

The boss, who regarded wealth as his life, moved out of the way of the bar angrily. His words contained dissatisfaction with the three people, which made Mrs. Wick feel that the wizard was really rude.

Led by the boss, a family of three arrived at the entrance of Diagon Alley.

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron demonstrated how to use the entrance, "Count three pieces on top of the trash can, and two pieces on the side."

As he knocked on the wall, the wall that originally had no door parted, revealing the path that belonged to the magical world.

"This is, magic..."

John was shocked, as if scenes from two worlds appeared before his eyes.

Even if I recall it in the future, it will still be so fresh in my memory.

"Sorry, let me borrow it for a moment." A rough voice sounded from behind.

The huge figure looked at least three meters high.

The oversized moleskin jacket exuded a smell that could not be traced back to wild beasts or the smell of not taking a shower for too long.

Next to the giant, a little boy looked as thin as a result of years of malnutrition.

The loose clothes made him look thinner. He wore a pair of round glasses on his face, and under the lenses were those beautiful green eyes.

Seeing the lightning-shaped scar under the other person's hair, John immediately recognized the little boy's identity.

I was someone who had watched Harry Potter in my previous life. Even though more than ten years had passed, it would be strange if I couldn't recognize such a distinct combination.

The Boy Who Lived.

"Hagrid and Harry."

John muttered something, but his parents were already stunned and speechless.

Turning the cup into a mouse was magical enough, but Hagrid's obviously non-human height still frightened the two of them.

Watching the group of one large and one small getting further and further away, John also took his heart back.

Although he really wanted to get close to the two people, now was obviously not a good time.

He still has a lot of things to buy, but before buying, he still needs to go to Gringotts to exchange them.

Skip Gringotts' confusing exchange rates.

The income of the Wick family is not low.

Watson Wick is the manager of a business, and Mrs. Wick runs a beauty shop.

A total of 2,000 pounds was spent in exchange for 400 gold galleons.

John recalled the greedy and cunning expression of the goblin on the counter, and always felt that he had been cheated.

In any case, this purchase has a principal.

John ignored Watson's muttering beside him. He wanted to collect the gold galleons to show off to his friends.

The family started shopping in Diagon Alley and saw dragon liver. The foodie gene of the Great Celestial Dynasty was about to start, and they had the urge to buy it and have a taste.

But for the Wicks, this is a bunch of **** livers that they can't avoid.

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Flourish Blossom Bookstore.

Watson was so naughty that his finger was almost bitten off by "The Book of Monsters".

John bought all the books according to the book list, and also bought several books about the magical world. Among them, the thick "Hogwarts: A History of the School" made him look away with difficulty.

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Madam Malkin's robe store.

Madam Malkin is a short, fat witch with an infectious smile.

She was very satisfied with John. This child was a born clothes hanger, and every piece of clothing fit him perfectly.

After he left, Harry came here and saw the spoiled child Malfoy.

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Crucible shop.

John tried hard to persuade Watson not to buy a fully automatic mixing crucible and put it away for collection, which would make the house a mess.

But Watson thought that this thing might be used as a stew pot, and when he heard that he wanted to put it in the kitchen, Mrs. Wick strongly suppressed it, and finally Watson gave up the idea.

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Pharmacy.

The family looked at the strange things soaked in the liquid in the jar. Mrs. Wick was so frightened that she covered her baby son's eyes.

Watson looked disgusted and wanted to vomit but couldn't. It felt like the bacon he had eaten for breakfast was squirming out of his stomach.

The last family left the pharmacy as if running away.

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Chapter 3 Wands and Gifts

"Ollivander's Wand Shop has been making fine wands since 382 BC."

At the last stop, John finally came to the most exciting moment.

If you want to say what most represents the wizarding world in Harry Potter, it must be the wand in each hand.

Without a wand, even if you are Voldemort, you have to stand still.

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

This is the largest arms supply facility in the magic world.

John couldn't help but praise: "It is indeed a staff made in 382 BC. It is indeed extraordinary."

Immediately, like a little adult, he told Mrs. Wick to keep an eye on her husband, a middle-aged man who was overly curious.

John walked inside with unusually excited steps.

After walking in, the first thing I saw was not the people, but the thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes containing wands.

The originally small store became even narrower and cramped under the backdrop of the cartons.

The thick dust everywhere made John wonder how Ollivander could live in it. Didn't he even need to clean it?

While John looked inside, Ollivander also looked at him.

"good afternoon."

Ollivander walked out of the pile of cardboard boxes with a kind smile on his face.

"Hello, I want one..."

"A magic wand, of course everyone wants a magic wand."

Ollivander took over John's words with a smile and walked out from behind the counter.

"New student at Hogwarts, what's your name?"

"John Wick."

"Very well, Mr. Wick, which arm is your dominant hand?"

"The right hand...actually my left hand can also be used."

John shoots his bow from the left and right, thanks to the pencil skills he has practiced for two and a half years, in order to be able to quickly deal with enemies on the left and right.

"Then let's take the left hand."

Finally, after thinking about it, John chose the left hand.

Ollivander took out a tape measure and marked it on John. The tape measure was enchanted.

Looking at Ollivander with a serious face, John felt strange in his heart.

This old man doesn't seem to sell wands, but more like a tailor.

"Wands are all unique. The wizard does not choose the wand, but the wand chooses the wizard."

After the measurement, Ollivander smiled and left these words mysteriously.

Back behind the counter, Ollivander first took down a cardboard box from the shelf.

After the box was opened, there was a black wand lying inside.

Ollivander introduced: "Willow wood with unicorn hair, seven and three-quarter inches, you should give it a try."

John took the wand with excitement. This was the first wand he had ever touched.

He tried to swing it forcefully to the side, but the wooden cabinets in the store exploded, and wood **** flew all over the floor.

The huge power kept John on the spot.