"John, you're back, your mother's face isn't good these days."

When John returned home after a month away, Watson was pleased to see him return, and then took a cautious look at the kitchen.

"You didn't do what you promised your mother, but my father knows that you must have other things to delay."

Don't look at Wat's life like a child who doesn't grow up, but he is never confused in big things.

For him, Mrs. Wick's mood was a big deal.

John's heart sank when he heard this, and he spent the last week studying at Nicol Lemay's house.

The Loyalty Charm had been cast there, and the owl couldn't find its place, so it didn't go through the letter-writing process that it had to do every week.

This completely made Mrs. Wick angry, she rarely got angry, and when she got angry, it was not easy to coax.

The last time Mrs. Wick was angry and Watson had a cold war for a week, the result was that John was only able to live on bread with various dipping sauces.

John shuddered at the thought of Watson's terrible workmanship.

Fortunately, when he came back from the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Wick, who had a cold face and did not speak.

The beautiful and generous Mrs. Wick was as angry as a little girl, and John, with a flattering smile in his cold eyes, took out the perfume he had bought from Paris from his suitcase.

"This is the perfume I bought for my mom in France."

John was very shameless and began to sell cuteness, looking at his mother pitifully.

Originally, Mrs. Wick was still angry with John for not writing to herself, and she was angry in less than three seconds after seeing this scene.

However, as a mother, Mrs. Wick was still harshly critical of John.

"Little John, you haven't grown up yet, how can you forget to write to your mother when you go to such a dangerous place as a foreign country by yourself."

John accepted the criticism, nodding his head and looking exactly like Watson.

Watson looked outside, looking relieved that he could teach.

Having made his mother happy, John returned to his room, and Watson brought him a large number of letters.

"These are all sent to you by your friends, it's just that there's an owl that's too old and has already hit the mailbox a few times."

Watson put the letter down and left, for he heard Mrs. Wick's warning of danger as he went upstairs in his leather shoes.

John opened the top letter, which was sent by Hermione, and it listed a large list of books that Hermione had read this holiday season.

John singled out Hermione's letters and read them one by one, and the last letter mentioned Harry, and Hermione wrote to Harry this holiday without hearing from her.

After reading it, John picked up the others, which were Ron's and Hagrid's, and there were three Malfoy's letters.

He opened them all and looked at them all, mentioning Harry except Malfoy's.

They sent letters to Harry and received no reply, asking if John knew anything.

"Harry won't be captured by the Ministry of Magic, will he?"

John remembered his mana run that day, and began to worry a little about whether Harry had been captured by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, he was taking the blame for himself, and John was ready to go and see what was going on.

Hiding the unicorn fur wand in the house, John took the wand and walked downstairs.

Through coquettishness, John gets a freshly baked apple pie from Mrs. Wick.

Finding a random box to put it in, John came to No. 4 Privet Road and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Coincidentally, a little fat man opened the door.

Dudley smells apple pie and scrambles to open the door in front of his mom.

I thought it was a big surprise to make up for the feast that Harry had ruined a few days ago, but it turned out to be a big surprise, but the surprise was much bigger than the joy.

"It's you, John Wick!"

Dudley screamed loudly, this little fat man's lung capacity was not bad.

Penny Dursley, who had wondered who it was, heard Dudley's screams and hurried out to check.

When she saw John, she hadn't forgotten that the kid had been at King's Cross Station with Harry's group of wizarding friends.

Harry's uncle, Fernon Dursley, was also out, probably in his forties, fat with no neck but a big beard.

At the sight of John, Fernon Dursley's expression fell, and he yelled, "You fellows dare to come to my house!" ”

Ever since he had seen the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic to Harry a few days ago, Fernon had learned that these young wizards were not allowed to use magic outside.

So he had no fear of John at all, and yelled and screamed to get him out.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you are mistaken."

John smiled slightly, looking very polite.

"My current identity is the child of the head of the household at No. 6 Privet Road, that is, the child of your neighbor, who came and knocked on your door."

His words stunned Fernon, and John continued to say to himself, "I suppose Mr. Dursley wouldn't have driven his neighbor out of the door with a gift without even the most basic courtesy?" ”

Fernon looked closely and saw that John did indeed come to the door with a gift.

The rich and sweet smell of apple pie made his precious son swallow his saliva wildly, and Feinon's face changed several times, and finally he said with a dark face: "Since it's not the annoying things, then you can come in." ”

John smiled slightly, and handed the apple pie to Penny with a cold face before entering.

...

"Sit down, stay a minute, and you're gone."

Fernon didn't give John a good look, and John glanced at Dudley, who was unpacking and eating apple pie, and thought to himself that the two fathers and sons really looked alike.

"Where's Harry?"

"Harry? Don't mention that guy to me. ”

Femnon knew that John was not well, and Harry was shut up and nailed to the bar, leaving a trapdoor panel to bring Harry food three times a day.

He had made up his mind that Harry would not be able to go to school again, and no one would be able to make him change his mind.

Fenon pinched his watch and stood up to give an eviction order, "Now you can leave my house, you guys will never enter my house." ”

His attitude made John frown, and the politeness he had been maintaining gradually faded.

John didn't mean to move, and Fernon just wanted to get started and drive people away.

John grabbed Fennon by his outstretched stubby index finger and slammed it hard.

Femnon let out a scream like a pig, and Penny was startled and hurried over.

I saw my husband kneeling in front of John, one finger being pinched and wailing constantly.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you may have misunderstood something."

"Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding! If you don't leave, I'll call the police! ”

Fernon Dursley was still about to chase people away, and John lost patience and said coldly, "I'm not just Harry's classmate, my father, he has dealings with Mr. Finn Wallace, you know, some people, some other means. ”

Finn Wallace.

Hearing the name, Feynon couldn't even bother screaming.

That's the head of a gang in London, not a guy that the police can manage.

Fenon, who had thought that wizards would have nothing to fear if they couldn't use magic, panicked, and if John was right, then it would be easy for the other party to deal with him.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rude." Enduring the pain, Fernon squeezed out a smile and said, "Harry, he's upstairs." ”

"Very well, Mr. Dursley, allow me to go up and meet my friend."

John let go of Fenon's finger and told him to nod as if he had been forgiven, then stepped aside to check if it was broken.

John directly turned against the guest, looking at Dudley, who was still feasting, he said lightly: "Dudley, maybe you should show the way for the guest, right?" ”

Dudley didn't react, and Fernon went straight up to pull his ears and asked him to show John the way.

Dudley cried out in pain, but reluctantly led John upstairs.

Arriving at the door of Harry's room, John looked at the door that had been sealed and left only a trapdoor panel to deliver food.

"I remember that the UK also had child protection laws."

"It's him, he ruined my father's business a few days ago."

Dudley was afraid of being affected and hurriedly explained.

A year had passed, and Dudley's fear of John had not diminished in the slightest.

John pouted, he didn't have a pencil with him now.

Stepping forward, he told Dudley to open the door.