Night.

The bird flew out in the rain.

The puddle of rain was trampled by a big foot.

Muddy water splashed onto the man's robe.

But he didn't care about that much.

On the thin chin, the goatee was wet against the neck.

The panicked man ran into the wild woods.

Figures swept by the trunk of the tree, and the man was terrified.

"No, don't," the thunderbolt streaked across the sky, revealing the man's face.

Tall, thin man with white hair.

His robe was stained, and his wand was clenched tightly in his hand, his face full of fear.

"Please, let me go."

Igor Karkarov.

Principal of Durmstrang.

Once a Death Eater.

Now he is like a lost dog, being chased outside.

The rain fell on him, leaving him in a state of embarrassment.

"Karkaroff."

The delicate voice is like calling an old friend.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

The night exploded with white light.

Kakaroff was horrified to find that three people appeared ten meters away.

They wore black coats that blended in with the night, like the Grim Reaper who reaped life.

The rain was blocked by the black hat.

After the white light dimmed, Karkaroff shot in that direction.

The glow of the spell streaked across the night sky, blasting a tree into a breach.

But there was no one there.

"Who the hell are you?" Karkaroff yelled like a madman.

"We only serve the strong."

"Boom ——!"

A thunder snake slashed into a tall tree in the distance, and Karkaroff realized that the sound was not far from him.

I don't know when it was less than two meters in front of him.

Face to face, Karkaroff couldn't believe it.

The light disappeared again with the thunder and lightning.

Instead, there were only three green rays of light in the night.

After the green light.

"Bones Reappeared"

There was a dark mark hanging in the sky.

When Karkaroff was found, his hands and feet were cold, and his body had no vital signs.

On the trunk of the tree against which it rests, a line of words is engraved.

"This is the end of betrayal, and those who oppose me, be afraid."

The rough old hand stroked the trunk of the tree, and the old man with the broom beard frowned.

"It's him," the old man looked in disbelief, "Voldemort, he's here." ”

The Aurors looked solemn, looking for traces around them.

The old man looked at the man standing behind the Auror and asked, "Mr. Edgar, your family knows the dark arts best. ”

The prejudiced language could not shake Ludwigsi's calm, and he walked over to check Karkaroff's body.

"Avada's Curse." Ludwig uttered the conclusion that frightened the old man, "Yale Fan, there are traces of a chase, he is not alone. ”

Yale Van is the name of an old man.

Yale Fan grabbed his beard irritably, "This can't be, he's only left alone." ”

"There's a madwoman by his side," Ludwig's face didn't change, "we all saw Karkaroff's fear some time ago. ”

"Yes, I know."

Even if you want to deny it, the facts are in front of you.

Even if Yale Fan is unwilling to accept it, he needs to understand one thing. m.

The Dark Lord, perhaps, is nearby.

An owl flew down from the sky, and Ludwig took it and was about to open it, but was brutally snatched away by Yale Fan.

"Headmaster Durmstrang?" Yale Fan's eyes widened, "When did this happen?" ”

"Durmstrang's principal abandoned the school and fled," Ludwig's temper explained well, "and the school board extended an invitation to me. ”

"They let you go," the broom's mustache was blown up, and Yarufan's eyes widened like brass bells, "it's an irresponsible act, and the wicked Edgar shouldn't be in that position!" ”

"You can talk to the school board about that."

Ludwig's expression sank, "Now it's time to give it back to me." ”

Yale Fan gasped for air, and finally handed it back.

"I'll talk to them."

He put down a threat, and left with the bodies of the Aurors and Karkaroff.

Ludwig looked at the letter in his hand and said to himself inexplicably: "The power is vast. ”

After taking a deep look at the inscription on the trunk, he turned away.

...

"Durmstrang's former headmaster died, and the unnamed man shot"

Newspapers flew into the homes of the wizarding world.

The owl delivering the newspaper flew over Privet Road, just about to deliver the newspaper down.

The snowy owl kicks the owl away and snatches the newspaper.

John saw Basil flying over with the newspaper and was accustomed to his domineering behavior.

While reading the newspaper, he was drinking Mrs. Wick's hand-ground coffee.

Watson wore a tie and asked his wizarding chess king in front of the mirror, "How about this?" ”

"Very handsome," the wizard chess king gave a dogged thumbs up, "I hope the little girl on the street won't be stunned." ”

Wearing a red checkered tie, Watson came to the table to eat.

He still had a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't afford it, he would have wanted to buy an owl.

These newspapers are much more interesting than Muggle ones.

"Who is that Igor Karkarov?" Watson asked like a curious baby, "What are Death Eaters?" ”

John took a bite of the sandwich and said in a way that Watson could understand: "The principal of a school, who used to participate in a terrorist organization, was later killed by the terrorist organization in retaliation for betraying the boss. ”

"Are there terrorists in the wizarding world?" Watson was an eye-opener.

He saw the popularity of "I Wield the Great Sword at Hogwarts", and asked John to buy a set for himself when he bought the textbook.

John replied casually, and the way father and son got along was amazing.

Mrs. Wick looked at her husband and son amusedly, looked up at the wall clock, and reminded, "The time is coming." ”

Seeing that there were still ten minutes left, Watson hurriedly stuffed the food into his mouth, took a sip of milk, and ate it.

"I'm sorry, I've been in trouble with the hotel lately, and I can't go shopping with you." Watson walked up to his wife for a while, then hurried away.

John looked at his mother, Mrs. Wick, with the blushing face of the girl, and silently pulled the newspaper up a little higher to hide his somewhat broken expression.

Watson had a whim and wanted to go with his son to buy textbooks.

But at this critical point, there were some problems in the hotel, and he needed to solve them personally, so he had to promise to send John to start school.

After breakfast, John got into the car driven by Mrs. Wick.

Actually, he can teleport over directly, but he should accompany Mrs. Wick to relax.

Looking out the window at the dripping rain, John's eyes flashed with thoughts.

"John," Mrs. Wick's voice interrupted John's thoughts, and she said as she drove the car, "your father has been trying. ”

"He didn't really believe in magic at first, and he didn't like wizards."

"When he knew you were a wizard and going to a wizarding school, he was actually worried."

"The witches in those tales, the vicious magic, he would resist just thinking about it."

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

"Still, he's always tried to make himself act less worried, not to make you feel like he's going to be a special person, and he's trying to like everything related to magic."

They arrived at an intersection and waited for the vehicle to pass.

"He did, but he couldn't help but want to understand the dangers of that world."

"Over the years, he has also understood from your mouth that the world is just like ordinary people, there are criminals and dangers."

"He was suppressed, he suppressed that worry, and even I was about to be deceived."

"But when you're missing, when you're in danger, he's going to break down, he's going crazy."

Mrs. Wick looked at her precious son and smiled warmly, "You are our pride, little John, and we love you." ”

"No matter what kind of person you are, we'll be on your side."

"Me too," John said with a genuine smile as he looked at Mrs. Wick, "and I love you too, and always have been." ”

Mrs. Wick reached out and stroked John's hair.

The moment of affection between mother and son was broken by the sound of a horn behind her, and Mrs. Wick's smile was shattered.

She pulled down the window and pulled out a hand that made an international friendly gesture out of the car.

Starting the car, John had always known about his old mother's anger disorder.

He shook his head helplessly, and looked through the rearview mirror to see the angry driver of the pickup truck behind him.

He snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

The old driver's wheel burst and hit a roadside fire hydrant.

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

John felt like such a good boy.

...

Some people died, but not completely......