The sky is setting, and it's dusk coming.

John receives a letter from home.

He looked at Kiki and reached out to touch the oily feathers.

This action caught Basil's attention.

The jealous white-headed eagle is already grinding his nails on the owl shelf.

Kiki was frightened.

John touched his chin and his eyes became sharp.

"What did you eat?"

Kiki blinked and opened his mouth.

John pulled a wool out of it.

"You're not going to steal other people's sheep, are you?" Getting the result, John was helpless.

He knew that Qiqi was definitely tired of not being thin but fat during the time when his family left.

The time when he was free-range was definitely the happiest time for Kiki.

It turned into a fire dragon and flew to the farmer's house to eat a buffet, and with the efficiency of three sheep in one meal, it successfully left a legend of a sheep-eating beast over there.

"You'd better not let Ariana notice."

As the king of the dragons, John could only tell Kikito to take care.

At the thought of being a vegetarian again, Qiqi's visible demeanor languished.

It looked pleading to its king, hoping that John would save him.

These poor big eyes, if they weren't for their big heads, would probably be very cute.

John opened the envelope, and although Ariana did not go to school, she had learned a lot from her old father who graduated from Cambridge and her old mother who was a good homeschooler.

This hand-to-hand handwriting is quite on par with John's.

Looking at Ariana's experience during this time, John can only say that his father's life is really miserable.

If it weren't for this extreme operation, it is estimated that it would be my mother who did it.

But John felt that his mother still couldn't hold back, because his father was living in a British hospital at the moment, well, there was a high probability that the old injury had recurred.

But along with this letter, there was also a letter from my father.

Watson felt that Ariana was too lonely at home and wondered if he could let Ariana go to school.

Seeing this letter, John also fell into deep thought.

Indeed, Ariana was too lonely.

According to the age registered in the family.

In a Muggle family, it's time for high school, too.

Now that Ariana has been able to control her power, it is not impossible to learn in the Muggle world.

"I still have to respect Ariana's wishes, but it's surprising that Daddy can remember it."

John thought it was Mrs. Wick who would bring it up, but he didn't expect that Daddy Watson was the first to talk about it.

It seems that Daddy has matured a lot after going out once.

As a son, John expressed his please.

Picking up the parchment, John prepares to write a reply.

He saw that Kiki on the table was shaking, and even the table was shaking.

"As a fire dragon, can't you have a little backbone?"

John was furious, looked at Basil who was staring at him, he thought for a while and said, "Basil, you can go home for a while instead of Kiki."

Basil was dissatisfied, and it flew to the table, slapped Kiki off, and stared at John.

"I won't be at Silverhand Manor again during this time, and Ariana hasn't seen you in a while." John rubbed his head for Basil, "They're looking for me, and Kiki can't find his way."

Basil narrowed his eyes comfortably, apparently in agreement.

It's a slap that Qiqi received, and it seems to be a little wronged.

Give the written letter to Basil.

Before leaving, Basil slapped Qiqi again, despying that the other party didn't even know the basic skills of an owl.

Kiki: Why do I need to know the basic skills of owls as a fire dragon?

John didn't lie to Basil, because the next period will be his busiest.

Ten schools of magic in the wizarding world

All the schools had sent him an invitation, and he was currently in Beauxbatons.

The next day, John traveled to the second of the three schools of magic and magic in Europe.

...

Durmstrang.

As the current principal of Durmstrang, Ludwig is ready to take on that.

He was much more popular than Karkaroff.

Durmstrang students were as excited as Beauxbatons.

Ludwig had already informed them of the Witch King's arrival in advance.

As a greeting ceremony, John saw the boys with long, thick wooden canes performing a sparkling dance in Durmstrang's hall.

It's real sparks.

The staff would cause orange sparks when it touched the ground, and the students spat out two dragons in the air.

This grand welcome ceremony was an eye-opener.

The blood-red wizard's robes in this dark place also show the heritage of ancient Durmstrong.

Compared to the black of Hogwarts and the blue of Beauxbatons, the colors here are not as lively.

However, it did not prevent John from applauding it.

John will tell them a little bit about the creation and study of magic today.

It was strange that this should have been an exciting class, but after John finished speaking, everyone had doubts on their faces whether they were a wizard.

Such a clear and stupid expression reminded John of his class at Beauxbatons.

Ludwig, too, fell into an eerie silence.

"Do you think that even the top wizards may be able to do the things you are talking about?"

Ludwig wanted to tell John that being an ordinary person is like a wizard and a genius, and that you are a genius more than a man and a dog.

John was skeptical, and that's how he came out little by little.

You must know that the system can bring him a foundation.

Ludwig invited John to taste Durmstrang's signature mulled wine, and their celebrity, Bulgaria's Seeker Victor Krum, was also present.

When John was in his fourth year, Krum traveled to Hogwarts to compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

John had also seen that Quidditch World Cup match.

Five years later, Krum is still a top Seeker, but with more maturity.

His English has also become more accurate with practice.

The conversation between the two mentions school, and Krum asks about Hermione.

He kept in touch with Hermione, though not as often.

Krum had some affection for Hermione, and even after all this time, he still remembered that beautiful girl.

"She's working at the house-elf resettlement office," John smiled, "and it should be good."

"Yes, she used to mention you a lot," Krum recalled, "and in our correspondence, she would mention about you."

John's hand holding the golden wine glass strained slightly, and said calmly, "She's the best friend."

"For me who I used to be." He silently added in his heart.

"Hermione will be happy to hear your compliments." Krum took a long sip of mulled wine.

As one of Quidditch's top Seekers today, Krum's glow is also dim in front of the Witch King.

"Happy?"

John suddenly wanted to be alone, so he put down his glass and walked down the secluded path of Durmstrang.

"Lord Wick?"

Krum turns around and finds John gone.

A reckless Durmstrang boy accidentally bumps into Krum, causing a wine glass to pour behind him.

He hurried to clean up, picked up the cup, and he was stunned.

"What's the mark on this cup?"

The boy looked at the gold dent mark with a puzzled look on his face.

...

At the end of his trip to Durmstrang, John was heading to the next place.

Castrobusche, a school of witchcraft and wizardry in Brazil, looks like a crumbling pile of ruins to Muggles.

A square building made of golden stone blocks that looks like a shrine.

They seemed to be very fond of barbecue, and the aroma of barbecue permeated the school on the day John arrived.

Their uniforms are yellow, and almost everyone is a good hand at barbecue.

At least it wasn't a great experience for John.

Those tantalizing aromas waft through the tip of the nose.

Grilled just right, the plates in front of each table are filled with large chunks of meat with attractive colors.

The bright red pepper is combined with the meat, and the aroma of the meat collides with the spicy taste on the tip of the tongue, and the crispness of the vegetables and the tenderness of the meat.

Well, that's at least that's how John heard the big-eyed Headmaster Bailey describe it.

Another feature here is that in addition to Quidditch, they also have another Muggle sport.

Football.

Muggle wizards in South America brought the movement into schools.

Before starting school, six-year-olds run and play soccer on sandy fields.

John was also pulled to watch a football match.

It might have been even more beautiful if the goalkeeper hadn't bounced the ball into the opposite goal with a projectile spell, causing the wizards of both teams to cast spells on each other.

Principal Bailey is also accustomed to these societies turning into a large duel scene in the end, and his optimistic spirit continues to influence the students.

After this invitation, John had to go to another school.

He is a busy bee, constantly moving from one flower to another.

If he hadn't had a portal, I'm afraid the trip wouldn't have ended until next year.

Before leaving, Principal Bailey roasted a large piece of beef for John to take with him.

But this piece of beef became Kiki's ration.

The period of time with the king was simply the most nourishing day in Qiqi Long's life.

Basil, who was far away at Wick's house, squinted his eyes and made Watson, who was close to him, smile.

Ariana was lying on the carpet, shaking her feet to pick a school from the brochure.

The phone rings.

Watson picked it up, and Mycroft over there asked, "The Sokovia rebel warlord was almost killed by a car, can you tell me what's going on?"

Watson blinked, looked innocent, and said, "I don't know."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally hung up.

...