Chapter 401：

"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 he didn't like wizards either."

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

"He would be very resistant just thinking about the witches and vicious magic in the story collections."

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

"However, he has been trying hard not to be so worried and to not make you feel that he is a special person. He has tried hard 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 what kind of person you are, we will stand by your side."

"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 sound 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 display of anger.

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

He snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

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

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

John felt that he was a really good boy.

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Chapter 425 Malfoy was attacked

The Leaky Cauldron is still as frowning as ever.

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

He ignored it all and 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 the textbooks by mail 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 **** biting books.

Mrs. Wick also saw those books and said, "The book you keep at home is always chasing Tom's tail."

"That would be quite interesting." John could imagine that instead of being afraid, Tom would actually like it.

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

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

Go to the ice cream shop. From Mrs. Wick's point of view, the ice cream here is too strong.

Perhaps because of the wizard’s special physique, eating snacks and desserts would cause cavities to form the next day.

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

There are some notices on the street warning of dangers.

There are still wanted posters moving.

The operation of Diagon Alley was not greatly affected by the return of Voldemort. John saw the wizards who had just prepared to enter school go 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 secretly set up on the street, selling amulets and other things.

However, most of the effects are minimal, and they are also the focus of the newly opened departments of the Ministry of Magic.

Mrs. Wick seemed to them a good candidate for being 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 that 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 is not very good, because there is a director of the Ministry of Magic in that big family who specializes in cracking down on these items.

The Weasley family.

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

These monopoly businesses are really profitable, John walked in.

He is 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 being a model for Madam Malkin's Robe Shop or something like that.

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

This made Mrs. Malkin a little disappointed. Mrs. Wick was very proud because her son was quite famous in the magical world.

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

At first, I thought he was the first in the grade, but now it seems that it is 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 tilted 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 hanger between them, so the other party couldn't spot John immediately.

But John also guessed who it was from the 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.

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.

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

"To give him face, call him sir. If you don't give him face, I will just let him go to the ground."

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

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

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

Harry looked unhappy, 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 that, 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 would not be strange 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 a wand.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

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

There was no sound from Hermione's side.

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 another reason.

"John? Ah, this lady."

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

Then Malfoy immediately became a good boy.

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

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 he looked sideways.

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

Madam Malkin measured him, and John suddenly walked towards 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 crucible shop."

With that, he said goodbye to Malfoy.

When he reached the door, he saw Hermione looking at him and wanted to come over but 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.