Chapter 1：

"I Swing the Sword at Hogwarts" by Nanshan Douxi

brief introduction:

The most unlike Slytherin.

There is a saying in the Slytherin common room, "The disobedient little wizard will be eaten by the Night Stalker."

He is the master of the stars that shines in Hogwarts, the night devil who is feared by his enemies.

Glory made him the pride of Slytherin.

When the Dark Lord arrived, he said those words,

"Weapons, I need a lot of weapons."

With a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, everyone would shout for him: "Damn the Sorting Hat, is this Slytherin?"

When the stars return to Hogwarts, the light of John Wick will shine on the entire wizarding world.

Chapter 1 The Wizarding World and John Wick

year 1991.

No. 6, Privet Drive, Xiaohuijin District, Surrey County.

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the second-floor window onto the wooden floor.

The sound of tapping interrupted the boy's concentrated pencil sharpening.

He looked up and saw a round shadow printed on the floor.

When he saw clearly the owner of the shadow, he couldn't help but mutter.

"I know I am an extraordinary person."

"But you are going a little too far."

The eleven-year-old boy is a head taller than other children.

With his tall height and a small gray-blue vest suit, the golden pocket watch chain on the vest suit made the pencil sharpener in the boy's hand look as elegant as a wine glass.

He stood up and walked from the shadows to the sunlight.

The sun shone on his black and silky hair, and his wing-like eyelashes faced the window and entered the room with the sun flickering.

Her reddish-brown eyes narrowed in discomfort when facing the sunlight, and her thin red lips slightly pursed under her pretty nose.

The boy who is half Slavic has no freckles that are characteristic of European and American boys. His fair and delicate face looks like a noble boy from a fairy tale.

Place the pencils neatly on the table, elegantly as if you are playing with your own artwork.

John Wick stared outside, where there was an owl knocking on his window, trying to come in. There was a letter in the owl's beak.

This made him think deeply.

Owls are nothing, after all, this era is not the previous era when penguins were developed, and writing letters is not a strange thing.

But an owl plus a messenger is a strange thing.

Observed the letter carefully, the envelope was made of thick parchment, and the writing on it was written with emerald green ink.

Things are going well so far, but the problem arises with the wax seal in the middle.

It was a shield coat of arms, with a capital 'H', surrounded by four animals: lion, eagle, badger, and snake.

"Could it be that one?"

It can be seen from John's name that he is a peace-loving person, and he also has unknown secrets.

Yes, he is a time traveler.

From the moment he came to this world, he knew that he was an unusual person. After all, he was John Wick.

It has the same name as the **** of murder who slaughtered a gang for a dog in the John Wick series. With such a name, he is destined to have an extraordinary life.

For this reason, he specially trained **** three people with a pencil, and he developed the technique very well on his peers, and was given the title of Pencil Killer.

He is confident that even if he encounters a dangerous situation in the future, he can calmly and calmly take out a pencil and threaten the other party to put down their weapons.

But he really didn't expect that he was indeed in an unusual world, but not an ordinary world.

There is a group of wizards in this world. They can move a magic wand to make a person forget everything, and they can also enter your brain to get the information they want without any scruples.

A group of humans with supernatural powers, as well as a group of wizards who are twisted lunatics like Grindelwald and Voldemort.

"So my pencil killing skills were wasted?"

John glanced at the neatly arranged pencils with regret. Thanks to his ten years of continuous training, it turned out to be a magical world.

No matter how powerful you are as a killer, you can still kill a wizard.

For wizards, those difficult and complicated diseases can be easily cured, not to mention the mysterious magic.

"Forget it, what Confucius said, once they come, let them be in peace. Now that they are here, let them be buried here."

After struggling for a while, he reached out and opened the window.

The owl, which had been hanging outside for a long time, finally flew in and angrily threw the letter into John's face.

The owl turned and flew away, not even making the usual begging behavior.

It's really unlucky that this annoying kid will be the new student at Hogwarts.

"Tsk, that's rude. Even if Hagrid raised these owls, it's hard for him to endure them."

John took off the envelope, complained about the owl quality of Hogwarts, and opened the letter.

"Dear Mr. Wick:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Vice Principal (Female)

"Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall"

"September 1st, there is still some time."

At the same time, a voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding, discover a hidden corner of the world and start a series of missions: Hogwarts. 】

That’s right, Goldfinger.

The so-called time-travelers bring their own golden fingers.

At the age of five, John discovered that a panel suddenly appeared in his head.

This is also an important reason why he was able to learn the unique skill of killing three people in one stroke at the age of eleven.

The panel is very simple and has only two functions besides task issuance.

Blessings, extra points.

Blessing, as the name suggests, is similar to the superposition of various buffs in the game.

Adding points can improve the skill level.

Blessings and bonus points can be obtained by completing randomly distributed tasks.

Similar to John's short weapon proficiency, which has reached level 7, he can easily defeat three adults even with a pencil.

According to his original plan, by adding points, he could become an all-around athlete, or he could be admitted to the top university.

Before these things could be realized, they were disrupted by this admission notice.

There is one more thing added to the panel, magic power.

It undoubtedly confirmed the authenticity of this letter.

It's July now.

John then needs to find a way to make his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, accept the fact that their son is a wizard.

…

"John, this joke is not funny."

Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son and said with a serious expression: "You can use a pencil to successfully make your father run from the company to school to apologize to your four children for you, but you can't use something like this that's not funny. Joke to torment your father."

Watson Wick is John's father in this life. Watson has golden brown hair and reddish-brown eyes. He has a big nose and a decent suit. He looks like a typical British elite.

In fact, John is more like his mother. Mrs. Wick has the same black hair. This beauty from the country of furry bears, even the skirt she wears is full of mature charm.

As middle-class elites, the Wick family did not believe Little John's words.

Mrs. Wick was also on the same front as Watson, holding a gold-rimmed bone china cup with coffee in her hand, her eyes showing the helplessness of a child lying to his parents.

"It's three, and I'm not kidding." John retorted.

There were obviously three people, but the remaining one ran over and fell by himself, which had nothing to do with him.

"Really, that's not what the fat little guy named Dudley said. He ate the apology cake all by himself. God, I don't even know how he could eat it."

Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.

After realizing that he was in the wizarding world, the more John thought about it, the more something was wrong. Could that fat Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?

In the end, after John argued hard, the Wicks still expressed doubts and expressed their willingness to give John a chance.

In this way, the days passed little by little.

John also received a new nickname given to him by the Wicks, Little Wizard.

It’s just that I don’t know who heard this news. A group of children who were not at odds with John formed a team to taunt him. As a result, he pulled out his pencil and was so frightened that he ran home and called his mother.

…

Chapter 2 Diagon Alley and the Giant

On July 30, there was a knock on the door of Wick's house.

After opening the door, there was a tall woman.

Wearing a dark green robe and wearing square glasses on his unsmiling face.

This image, without even thinking about it, is that of the vice principal who loves Quidditch.

Minerva McGonagall, Professor at Hogwarts, Head of Gryffindor.

Mag first nodded politely, and then asked John, who was already stunned.

"Minerva McGonagall, John Wick, can I come in?"

Meeting the characters in the book for the first time, John came to his senses with a bright smile on his face and let Professor McGonagall come in.

The Wicks, who didn't believe their son, were also stunned. They looked at each other and wondered if the child had hired someone to act.

The skeptical couple sat on the sofa, and Professor McGonagall sat on the other side.

But this time, the protagonist John has become a servant serving tea and water.

After sitting down, Watson spoke first, "Are you the teacher at Hogwarts?"

His expression and words all expressed his doubts.

McGonagall had met countless parents like this, but she wasn't angry at all. She corrected the other person's wording in an educated manner and said, "It's Hogwarts, to be precise, it's a professor."

The couple looked at John together, and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, didn't their son lie to them?

John looked innocent, and what he said was true.

Watson did not believe someone so easily. He changed his sitting position and leaned forward slightly. He gestured with his hands and said in a questioning tone:

"So my son is a wizard? You will peel off dead people's nails and nail black cats to other people's doorposts?"

Such arrogant and questioning words were really not very friendly. Even Mag frowned and said seriously:

"Mr. Wick, only dark wizards can peel off dead people's nails. Hogwarts is the real magic school."