1991 year.

No. 6, Nuzhen Road, Xiaohuijin District, Chiang Sari County.

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

The sound of tuk tuk knocking interrupted the boy's concentration on sharpening the pencil.

He looked up and saw a bulging shadow on the floor.

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

"I know I'm an extraordinary person."

"But you're going a little too far."

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

Xin's long height and gray-blue waistcoat suit, the gold pocket watch chain on the waistcoat suit make the pencil sharpener in the boy's hand as elegant as a wine glass.

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

The sun shone on his jet-black silky hair, and his wing-like eyelashes flickered through the window into the room.

The reddish-brown eyes narrowed a little uncomfortably in the face of the sun, and the thin red lips under the beautiful nose were slightly pursed.

The boy, who is half Slavic, does not have the characteristic freckles of European and American boys, and his fair and delicate face looks like a noble son who came out of a fairy tale.

Arrange the pencils neatly on the table, and elegantly play with your own artwork.

John Wick stared outside, where there was an owl banging on his window to get in, and the owl had a letter in its mouth.

This made him fall into deep thought.

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

But the owl and the messenger are a strange thing.

A closer look at the letter revealed that the envelope was made of heavy parchment and written in emerald green ink.

It's fine here, but the problem is with the wax seal in the middle.

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

"It can't be that, right?"

As the name suggests, John was a peace-loving man, but he also had secrets that no one would know.

Yes, he's a time-traveler.

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

has the same name as the killing god who slaughtered a gang for a dog in the fast pursuit series, and has such a name that is destined for his extraordinary life.

To this end, he specially trained how to kill three people with a pencil, and developed his skills well in 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 take out a pencil and threaten the other party to put down his weapon.

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

This world is home to a group of wizards who can move their wands to make a person forget everything, or they can get into your brain and get the information you want.

A group of humans with supernatural powers, and there is no shortage of wizards like Grindelwald and Voldemort who twist the madness.

"So my pencil killing skills have been practiced in vain?"

John looked at the neatly arranged pencils with regret, and it turned out to be a magical world thanks to his ten years of training.

No matter how powerful your killer is, you can't kill a wizard.

For wizards, those intractable diseases can be easily cured, not to mention the elusive magic.

"Forget it, what did Confucius say, if you come, you will be safe, since you are here, let them be buried here."

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

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

The owl turned and flew away, not even begging for food.

It's a shame that this obnoxious kid could be a new Hogwarts student.

"Tsk, it's rude, anyway, this group of owls was not raised by Hagrid, and he can bear it."

John took the envelope down and complained about Hogwarts' owl qualities, and he opened the letter.

"Dear Mr. Wick,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31st.

Vice-Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall"

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

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

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

That's right, Goldfinger.

The so-called traverser comes with a golden finger.

At the age of five, John noticed a panel popping up in his head.

This is also an important reason why he can learn the stunt of killing three people at the age of eleven.

The panel is very simple, and has only two functions other than task assignment.

Bless, add points.

Blessings, as the name suggests, are similar to the various buff stacks in the game.

Add points to increase the skill level.

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

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

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

Before this could be realized, it was disrupted by this admission letter.

There's one more thing added to the panel, magic.

It undoubtedly confirms the authenticity of the letter.

It's July.

John then had to find a way to get his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, to accept the fact that their son was a wizard.

…

"John, it's not funny."

Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son and said with a serious expression: "You can use a pencil to successfully get your father to run from the company to the school to apologize to the four children on your behalf, but you can't torture your father with such unfunny jokes." ”

Watson Wick is John's father, Watson has blond brown hair, reddish-brown eyes, a large nose bridge and a modest suit, typical of the 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 dress on her body is full of mature charm.

As a middle-class elite, the Wick family did not believe John Jr.'s words.

Mrs. Wick was also on the same side as Watson, holding a gold-rimmed bone china cup with coffee in her hand, and her eyes were helpless at the child's lie to his parents.

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

It's obviously three people, and the rest of them ran over and fell down by themselves, and they have nothing to do with themselves.

"yes, that's not what that little fat man named Dudley said, he ate the cake that time alone, and I don't know how he can eat it."

Watson looked at his son with a smirk.

Figuring out that he was in the wizarding world, the more John thought about it, the more wrong it became, that fat Dudley couldn't be Harry Potter's cousin, right?

In the end, after John's arguments, the Wicks were still skeptical and offered to give John a chance.

In this way, the days passed little by little.

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

It's just that I don't know who heard the news, and a group of kids who didn't have the right thing with John formed a team to taunt him, only to be so frightened that he pulled out his pencil and ran home to call his mother.

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