I wield a sword at Hogwarts

John was not interested in seeing him continue to be a clown, so he clicked on the coffee table on the map.

The coffee table in the living room changed and turned into a Tom that was enlarged several times in size. It jumped down and bit the dark wizard's foot.

With a bang, the black wizard's foot bones broke.

He screamed, and John clicked on the sofa again. The sofa stood up, and the armrests on both sides turned into fists, which dealt a burst of damage to the dark wizard.

The sandbag-sized fist made the dark wizard dizzy. He seemed to have just remembered that he was a wizard, so he pulled out his wand and was about to recite a spell.

A slipper flew into his mouth with perfect accuracy, choking him speechless.

Finally, the sofa took off the pillow from his body and put it directly on his head.

The suffocation deprived the brain of oxygen, and the dark wizard quickly fainted.

I sat down on the sofa again and dusted the pillow thoughtfully. It was stained with saliva and was thrown into the washing machine for cleaning.

The big dog on the coffee table dragged the unconscious dark wizard to the basement and let his head hit the steps, making a thumping sound.

"Go back, there are still some people you need to deal with today."

Looking at the dark wizard being dragged over, John waved his hand, and the big dog ran back obediently and turned back into the coffee table.

Almost half an hour later, someone else sneaked into the house.

As before, these people could not escape the fate of being beaten by the sofa and bitten by the coffee table.

Soon there were several people in John's basement, four wizards, all killers who came with real guys.

When the Dark Wizard woke up, his wand was already on the table.

When a silver mask appeared, his whole body trembled.

"It seems you know me."

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and the dark wizard could no longer control himself. He lay on the ground and trembled.

"Your Honor, Your Honor, Johnny Silverhand."

He didn't dare to look up. Who in the magic world didn't know that iconic silver mask.

"I found you in a Muggle house," the man stood up, his scrutinizing eyes fell on the dark wizard, and said coldly: "Defoe, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Defoe is the name of the dark wizard. In less than an hour, his foundation was completely wiped out in John's hands.

His body was shaking, and Defoe said in panic: "Dear Johnny Silverhand, I have no intention of going against you."

"I remember I once stipulated all these." John sat back on the comfortable leather seat, his voice was lazy and irresistible, "You did not get my consent and ignored my rules. Now tell me, you Respect me?"

Defoe's body was shaky, and he regretted extremely why he was greedy for the conditions offered by those Muggles.

Johnny Silverhand did not kill all the dark wizards, but brought order to the chaotic market for them.

Those dark wizards are very satisfied with the current situation. If anyone knows that they have broken the rules, they may end up like the dark wizards who were thrown out of the werewolf community in the first place.

"Sir, how can I show my loyalty?" Defoe gritted his teeth and knelt down. He knocked his nose to bleed and tears flowed out, which seemed to make him look more pitiful.

John raised his eyes and said calmly: "Bring me a brand and let me know your loyalty."

brand? !

Defoe was trembling like silk, which was a mark that would never turn over.

But compared to death, he still chose to live.

Defoe was dragged out, and from now on, he was no longer eligible to be an enemy of Johnny Silverhand.

But compared to several other dark wizards who were sent to Azkaban, he was extremely lucky.

Tang Mi walked in after dealing with the dark wizard. He said respectfully: "Sir, the party in seven days has been arranged. Invitations have been sent to Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch and others."

After finishing speaking, Tang Miliao said with some hesitation: "Rufus Scrimgeour..."

"It doesn't matter. He should recognize his status. His betrayal is destined to end."

John lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Pierce Thicknesse is a smart man. He is good at dancing. He knows how to manage his own relationships. More importantly, he knows his own position."

Tang Mi bowed and said yes, then thought of something and said: "The Ministry of Magic intends to hold Sirius Black accountable for the disappearance of the Dementors. Do we want to contribute to this matter?"

John's eyelids twitched, and he almost forgot that he had killed so many dementors in the end. Originally, the dementors did not reproduce, so the loss of dozens of them would have killed the Ministry of Magic.

"Let Rita Skeeter publish an article raising questions about the Ministry of Magic's ability to effectively manage Dementors, citing the several incidents of Dementors attacking wizards at Hogwarts as an example."

His expression remained unchanged, John didn't want his capture of the Dementors to be exposed.

Tang Mi did as he was told and waited until the matter was settled.

John should also solve other things.

Returning home through the fireplace, he heard the door open.

There was a familiar chirping of the Bear Mandarin very loudly, Mrs. Wick was smiling, and Watson was looking depressed.

"My dear Yadani, your uncle Seryosha has come to see you."

Uncle Seryozha had a loud voice. He had a square face, a prickly beard, short hair, short sleeves, and a muscular figure.

There is no doubt that he can hold down Watson with one hand and beat him.

Not only did he come alone, but John's other uncles also came.

They are Andre, Anton and Alexei.

As soon as they appeared on the stage, the fierceness of the Bear Country came out.

Unfortunately.

At this time, a truck stopped at Privet Drive outside, and the driver made a phone call.

"Watson Wick is back."

A voice came back from the other end of the phone: "Deal with him."

The man turned off his phone, got out of the car and opened the rear door.

Inside the car, the group of people inside were not all good people.

The driver said coldly: "Do it."

Those people put on masks and got out of the car holding hammers, steel rods, knives and the like.

There is no need to use a gun to deal with a Watson Wick. The more important thing is that if they use a gun, they will be discovered by the police, which will cause a lot of trouble.

A group of people walked toward Wick's house.

The Wick family was immersed in the scene of uncle and nephew getting together and couldn't help themselves.

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Chapter 175 The Muggle World and Jovonovich

Seryosha is the eldest son of Jovonovich. He is bold and has the stability of his elder brother. He has a typical Slavic appearance.

With a short square face, a prickly beard, and strong and powerful arms, even the current Neville could not match him.

Big hands messed up John's hair, and Seryosha muttered dissatisfiedly: "Look at our Yadani, how starved he is."

Seryosha was deeply dissatisfied with John's thin cheeks, and he turned his attention to the chicken-like Watson.

As if to say, how dare you, a British guy, abuse my nephew.

Watson shook his head repeatedly. It was none of his business. He was not a chef.

Andrei was the eighth child of the Jovonovich family, and he glared at Watson with a pair of narrow, wolf-like eyes.

It was also a short haircut, but it brought out a ferocious aura all over his body.

Anton, the seventh in the family, came to visit his sister. He rarely used hairspray to tidy up his usually messy black hair and wiped his back, sending a message in silence that he was not to be trifled with.

Alexei is the ninth child. He wears glasses, looks gentle, and has slender limbs. He is a twin with Andrei and looks nothing like him.

If John hadn't seen him kill a wild boar with a flying spear when he was a child, he would probably have thought that this was a college student.

Anton's expression moved slightly and he exited the room silently.

Alexei seemed to notice something. He glanced at Anton who was leaving and winked at Andre.

When Andre got the message, he showed a ferocious smile, turned his neck and made a clicking sound.

"Yadani, we brought you a gift, we hope you like it." Alexei smiled and pushed his sister and Watson towards the living room.

Watson didn't notice anything was wrong. He just wanted to reduce his presence as soon as possible so that several Jovonovich wouldn't catch him.

John noticed something. He glanced at Alexei who was smiling. These uncles in his family seemed not to be simple.

That's right, being able to be alone in that place must not be easy.

As things went by, John called several men uncle, which made Seryosha very happy.

I brought a box of vodka from Mao Xiong. There were originally several boxes of vodka. If it hadn't been for the captain flying drunk, and one of the right-wing engines exploded during the flight, there wouldn't be only one box left.

Watson shivered when he saw the vodka.

I think he is also known as a man who never gets drunk after a thousand drinks. He was never able to walk out of Jovonovich's house.

Alexei did indeed bring a gift. When he opened it to make a crack, Mrs. Wick next to her slapped the box back.

"Alexei, your brother-in-law wants to have a nice drink with you."

Mrs. Wick smiled softly. If John had read correctly, there seemed to be some kind of weapon that could make a clicking sound.

And there's more than one.

Watson was already being forced to drink. Seryozha used a lighter to light the vodka in the glass, yelled "Ula", and drained the glass.

Seeing this, John silently gave Watson a thumbs up.

Dad, you wish for a better life.

Anton and Andrei returned, and Andrei's fists were stained with blood and joined Ulla's camp.

Anton went to wash his hands in silence, his face was as bloodthirsty as a beast.

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"Fake! Fake! @#￥!"

On Privet Drive, a man ran wildly down the street, cursing crazily, without a trace of blood on his face.

He ran to a trail, tremblingly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Crazy, two crazy!"

He still hasn't calmed down.

Those two guys were like demons from hell. A dozen well-trained gangsters were killed just like that with their bare hands.

Especially the guy with hairspray, who dug out the eyes of his men with his fingers in front of him.

The other one is equally terrifying, crushing a person's head alive.

Red and white splashes fell on the driver's face. He couldn't help but trembled his legs and peed in fear.

He simply wanted to curse when his fingers pressed the wrong button on the phone.

He beat the wall angrily.

"Let me help you."

A slender hand stretched out from behind to take the phone. Before the driver could react, he looked up and saw that the eyes under the glasses were as chilling as poisonous snakes.

The driver tried to escape, but was grabbed by the neck and held up against the wall.

"Hush - be quiet."

Find the call record and the person makes the call.

A deep voice sounded: "Is it done?"

The driver saw the man with glasses and smiled sinisterly: "We found you."

After that, hang up the phone.

The driver also died at the same time.