John's 'misfit' was already common in Slytherin.

It's hard to see John at dinner, even at Christmas dinner.

By the time John arrived, the dinner had ended.

But when he sat down, a steaming turkey and potatoes and bread would emerge from the golden plate in front of him.

"Thank you."

He thanked him softly, not knowing if the house-elves working in the kitchen could hear him.

Due to frequent missed dinners, John mingled with the house-elves in the kitchen.

They always left one for John at dinner, and it was the same today.

The knife cut a slice from the turkey and took out the little old godmother that had left and spread it on the bread.

Turkey bread and old godmother, this bite continued, John squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

After settling dinner, John returns to the Slytherin Dungeon.

Malfoy was furious, and when he saw John, he said warily, "Are you John?" ”

John was confused, "Of course I am. ”

"Proof!"

Malfoy was like a little boy who had just been tricked into candy, and he already had a wand in his hand.

As long as John has no evidence, he intends to make the guy who lied to himself just now suffer.

John thought for a moment and beckoned to Malfoy.

Alerting John, Malfoy walked over.

Upon reaching the front, John's left hand was like a poisonous snake that Malfoy could not react to, and he grabbed the hand holding the wand and twisted it, and the wand fell out of it.

Then John grabbed Malfoy's collar with his right hand and lifted the man up with ease.

Malfoy was strangled and gasped, clapped John's hand and hurriedly surrendered.

"I believe, I believe."

"It would have been better if it had been done earlier."

Letting go of his hand to let Malfoy sit down, John stepped aside and sat down, and Tom, who had been running around in the Slytherin common room, ran to the couch and begged for a pet.

"Ahem, there are two guys pretending to be Goyle and Crabbe."

Malfoy was incredibly sure that no one in the entire Hogwarts student group would have done that much except John.

He said viciously, "If I let me know who it is, I will let him know how powerful the curse is!" ”

"Disguised as Goyle and Crabbe? Could it be a compound potion? ”

John touched Tom's head, and Tom was so comfortable that the dog lay down.

He thought of the three little ones, and he didn't think anyone but them would do that.

"What did you tell them?" John, who knew the answer, was curious about what the three little ones asked.

It should be the heir or something, after all, they have always suspected Malfoy.

Malfoy hesitated and said, "Basically, I'm talking. ”

“…… Draco, it's time for you to change your habits. ”

John was speechless, and before anyone else asked, you just sent the information out.

Malfoy was embarrassed, so he diverted his anger and poured his anger on Goyle and Crabbe.

"It's all your fault, why did you come back so late."

"We ate a cake and then we fainted."

Goyle and the others were also aggrieved, and John patted Tom's dog on the head and made it get up from the ground.

"Alright, so be it."

Getting up to go back to his bedroom, Malfoy stopped John before leaving.

"John, they also asked about you."

"Me?"

John was stunned, and Malfoy nodded; "I said you often don't know where to run."

Is this doubting yourself?

John didn't think so, he was a true Muggle wizard.

Presumably Harry casually asked, curious about his life in Slytherin.

Ignoring this, John returned to his bedroom.

Now he has time to deal with this large pile of Christmas presents.

Most of them were sent by his own group of pen pals, after all, interpersonal relationships still need to be maintained, and John also sent a lot of them at Christmas.

Open one, which was sent by Neville, and it has a nice glass ball inside, and when you put it next to the candle, the stars will be projected.

Hermione had sent a delicate quill, Ron had a wizard's chess, and Harry had a Quidditch book.

There are also cufflinks sent by his mother, and wizarding hats sent by his father, which are made of Muggle and handmade.

Daddy Watson Wick's letter hinted that John could bring him a Golden Snitch back, presumably because of the Quidditch books he brought back during the summer vacation that interested Daddy.

And Mrs. Wick's letter is just one sentence, to hell with your father, don't listen to him.

The gifts were all about the same, and John looked at the last one.

The address on this made him stunned, and it turned out to be sent by his own family.

Opened the gift, and there was a letter inside.

He picked it up and glanced at it:

"My dearest Atanie, I hope you receive my gift.

It's a shame that you didn't come to the house for Christmas this year, but it's good that you didn't come, and the house hasn't been peaceful lately.

The situation is turbulent, your uncles have also been affected, and my father is old, and there are still some people who want to ask him out.

They've all been kicked out by me, and these inhuman bunks want to squeeze every last shred of value.

Okay, let's not talk about it.

Remember the brown bear, whose cubs grew up and were stronger than their mothers?

I wish you could come over next year, I haven't taken you hunting yet.

Love your uncle.

Seryosha Giovonovich. ”

Yadani Jovonovich, a name that only his maternal grandfather's family would call.

The letter was sent home by my uncle and then forwarded by Mrs. Wick.

A hint of nostalgia flashed in John's eyes, although his uncles liked to wrestle with brown bears, they really loved him.

Even if they haven't gone back for a long time, their uncles still insist on sending gifts.

"I don't know what my uncle is sending."

With anticipation, John opened the book-sized box.

When I opened the white polka dot pattern gift paper, I revealed a black box that looked expensive.

John solemnly opened the box, and the matte black thing lay quietly inside.

“？”

Seeing this, John fell into deep thought.

He kept it open, and relentlessly closed the box and opened it.

Well, nothing has changed in it.

He picked up the contents with a blank face, the comfortable grip was a little big for a small child, but John grew faster than a small child, so it was about right.

The grip made of synthetic material, matte black can be well concealed and will not be exposed due to reflections.

The overall weight is light, 9 mm caliber, the effective firing range is 50 meters, and the magazine capacity is 17 rounds.

That's right.

It's a gun.

My uncle gave him a pistol.

John thinks either he is crazy, or his uncle's brain circuit is different.

"I'm a wizard with a gun?"

There were not many bullets in the box, only 17.

I think it's because the uncle doesn't want to kill evil...... Fart!

Whoever is serious about giving a pistol to a child, he is only twelve years old, okay.

"Uncle, you're too hardcore."

Silently putting the pistol back, John decided to seal the gun away.

The second day of Christmas.

John heard that Hermione was hospitalized, and he was a good friend.

He went to visit the school hospital and saw a hairy face.

Rubbing his eyes, John looked again, and his face was covered by his hands.

"Don't look at John, hurry up!" Hermione covered her face and didn't have a face to see anyone.

John looked strange and said, "Do you worship Professor McGonagall and want to be a cat lady?" ”

How could he not remember that Hermione's Transfiguration had reached this level.

Hermione was even more ashamed, she wanted to be like Millicent Boss, and she even had a hand-to-hand fight with her in the dueling club.

However, Millison Persted had a cat, and she got cat hair herself, which made her lose face.

John stifled a laugh as Hermione was going to kick him out.

"Well, that's pretty cute, isn't it?"

John even felt the urge to rub the cat's head with his hands, but he held back considering that he would be bitten by the future Minister of Magic.

Before Hermione could throw the pillow out, John took out his wand and conjured a curtain for Hermione to draw.

"I hope you recover soon, by the way, by the way, give me that badge under your pillow."

John had left the badge under Harry's pillow last time, and had forgotten about it.

It just so happened that Hermione and Harry slept in the same bed last time, but I wonder if these things don't need to be washed?

Concerned about the health of the school hospital, John retrieved his badge.

Hermione was a little puzzled when she saw this, and John said casually: "The last time Harry was attacked by Bludger, I thought it was time to see who did it, it seems that the heir didn't look for him." ”

"Okay."

Hermione was a little weak at the mention of the heir, and they turned into Slytherin to ask Malfoy.

After saying goodbye to Hermione, John leaves the school hospital.

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