Hermo was struggling, but Ariana didn't say anything, and arranged for the bear to use the Seven Days Lock of Love to lock it firmly.

There were two men in the carriage, Watson had changed his equipment, and Mrs. Wick carried five bags in each hand.

"I really saw it." Watson was amazed, "It turns out that the wishlist really can do anything." ”

"Daddy, Mommy, Ariana?" John wondered, "Why are you here?" ”

"We're here to spend the holiday with you." Watson throws the Quaffle he won, and the Quaffle flies back.

"That amusement park is so interesting," said Mrs. Wick, too, with satisfaction, "and the costumes are interesting, too." ”

"Brother, give."

Ariana shoved Hermex into John's arms.

"This is what Ariana caught, but it's like the two of us."

Watson smiled and said, "I heard that it is an amusement park activity, so you can make a wish if you catch it." ”

"Ariana promised to see you."

When John heard this, he looked at the serious Arianna, his heart warmed, and he reached out and rubbed his messy hair.

"Do you miss me?"

Ariana nodded vigorously, and John looked at his parents.

"Then let's celebrate the holidays here." John smiled.

"By the way, this little guy won't go back?" Watson thought for a moment and asked, "I see that the people at the amusement park are quite friendly. ”

"Oh, this is Herme."

John replied casually.

Watson stopped.

With a look of doubt on his face, he asked, "...... that amusement park?"

"Mine."

Do you know how much an understatement hurts Watson's heart to work hard to make a good life for his wife and children?

He grabbed his wife's shoulders so that he didn't fall, and said with a smile: "Ah, I said so enthusiastically, by the way, is the silver hand a very common word in the wizarding world, and I saw it written in many places today." ”

"Dad, it says Silver Hand, and it's probably all mine."

"Poof."

Watson still didn't hold on.

He couldn't figure it out.

Let's just say, that's it.

A big boy who just graduated at the age of eighteen, he has dozens of properties, is this normal?

Watson knows that his son is rich, but you didn't tell me that he was about to monopolize this magical world.

"I'm going back to open another hotel!"

That Chinese New Year's Eve eight, standing like a minion.

Watson vows that he must return to his family brotherhood!

Huh?

Family brother!

Brother!

Social status?

Family brother!

Why is this happening?

Watson is messy, why won't his younger brother change.

This Christmas, the front is social, the back is friends, and finally family.

It's a bit of a mess, although John doesn't understand why Daddy is nagging about 'brother' or something.

But it was the happiest Christmas he ever had.

The Silver Hand Manor is also lively.

...

Wick's home was watched day and night by at least twenty agents.

In the field van disguised as a mobile food truck, the old agent looked at the unconscious young agent, his face grim like never before.

"How did he faint?"

"I don't know, there's no sign, and when he touched the doorknob of Wick's house, he flew out upside down and fainted."

The old agent slapped the young agent twice in the face, and the young man was in good health, but he fell asleep and showed no signs of getting up.

But various instruments show that his body is very normal, except that his kidneys are a little weak, basically no different from ordinary people.

"Similar to a kind of high-quality sleep," said the other female agent, who had a medical background.

The young agent breathed smoothly and showed no discomfort at all.

Mysterious events have turned them into frightened birds, suspecting that this is a trap left by Watson.

And Greg, who plays for another country, also reported the strange thing just now.

The agents were frustrated.

This is not the case with the homegrown intelligence agencies.

In the mysterious MI6 base, a brand new division has opened.

There was only one code name for that department.

Seven places.

Any rest of the information, even MI6 people, is only half-understood.

All they knew was that that place took away some of the most elite people from MI6.

And those people were also transferred to the archives and became invisible people with no past.

At this moment, among the seven.

A man hangs upside down with his hands and feet tied.

The man's eyes were horrified, and his head was facing a bucket.

And in the room, there was no one but him.

A mirror is in the front, and behind the mirror, is a man who holds this mysterious institution.

Mycroft.

He was quietly watching the man, listening to the constant cries of begging for mercy.

In his hand, a purple wand was fiddled with.

"It's their weapon."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, McCroft wouldn't have thought that the man could unleash a powerful attack with a wooden stick.

One of the Tier 1 Armed Forces was hit on the spot and is now unable to move in a situation similar to muscle stiffness.

They found the man in a rental house.

The man was reported as a suspect because he had not been out for many days.

Seven quick locks down on the person, from his bizarre behavior to the door-breaking arrest in the back.

"What's your name?" Stopping his men from continuing to put the man in the bucket, Mycroft's voice rang out in the room.

By the time the man was caught in, he was close to breaking down.

"My name is Surrey Conned, please, please let me go." Sarri was on the verge of a breakdown, and he had no idea that he would be caught by Muggles.

He was a saint who had infiltrated England and came here to preach the idea of baptism by fire.

It's a pity that the second king's territory, he doesn't have a chance at all.

Anyone who brings up Grindelwald can be sent to the Ministry of Magic.

He could only hide, and he was clever enough to hide in the Muggle world.

But he didn't expect that his incompatible behavior with others would expose his identity.

There was no wavering in McCroft's eyes, oblivious to Surrey's pathetic plea for mercy.

"Very well, Surrey," Mycroft began his own question, "are you a wizard?" ”

"Wizard, oh no, I'm a wizard!"

Sarri was about to deny it, but he saw the chain that trapped his foot move, and he was so frightened that he immediately admitted it.

"Tell me, please, how did a corpse die without disease, without wounds, and without any signs of poisoning?"

McCroft wanted to confirm Sarri's identity and get more information from him.

"No disease, no wounds, no poisoning?" As soon as Sarri thought about it, he was frightened when he saw the chain move downward.

"It's a requisition, yes, it must be a requisition!"

His hair touched the water in the bucket, and the murky water reflected the frightened and incontinent face.

"Requisition Spell? Tell me, what it does. There was finally a wave in McCroft's eyes.

In Little Hangleston, they found a new body in the house halfway up the hill, but the body had turned to bones, and no one knew what it was like when it died.

Surrey stammered about the effect of the Requisitioning Charm.

From now on, the mysterious world called the Wizard.

In this torture, little by little, it spreads out to the eyes of this smart person who is among the best in the country and even the world.

The evil Curse of Death, the Heart-Piercing Curse that is more painful than any punishment, the Curse of Imperi that can control people.

One by one, the unbelievable and terrifying magic makes people gradually understand the horror of wizards.

And on the blank seven files, the classified file that reads 'Wizard Invasion' has finally begun to be written.

...