Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

early morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and John turned over, seemingly sleeping soundly.

In front of him was a hill made of many clothes and quilts. On the top of the hill, a heavyweight orange was sitting and swaying to warm up... It jumped suddenly, and the hill under its feet was scattered due to the reaction force. on the floor.

Garfield Meatball Impact!

The target is John's face!

"Hey...that's too much, damn fat cat!"

John sat up suddenly. Under the gaze of Sharingan, Garfield, flying in the air with a ferocious face, looked funny and ridiculous.

Thanks to his daily morning exercises, he wakes up long before Garfield's wake-up call.So... I was just pretending to be asleep, stupid cat!

"You're dead, stupid cat! Please repent in hell!"

Stimulated by the thunder attribute chakra, John's physical fitness increased sharply. With a casual grab, he pressed Garfield onto the bed.

Everything happened very suddenly, it only blinked, and the offensive and defensive situation was reversed.Garfield looked at John with a grin on his face in confusion...

"Meow~" Come on, brother, we won't... Do you really have the heart to do something to a cute kitten~

Ignoring the human expression of begging for mercy on Garfield's face, John had a calm face and focused his eyes on grabbing a few long feathers from the pillow torn by the cat's claws...Today, the great revenge was avenged, and it was very satisfying!

"Meow!"

Garfield twisted his face and twitched crazily under John...

Not long after, the refreshed John opened the door and walked out, leaving only a big orange huddled at the foot of the bed, shivering.

...

Don't get me wrong, John didn't awaken any strange XP, he just kept tickling its nostrils with feathers... The secret of Hogwarts' physical skills: tickling!

In the room, Garfield slowly stretched his body, taking every step carefully.Stimulated by the feeling that life was worse than death just now, its body seemed to no longer belong to it.

How the hell did John become so powerful?

In its memory, John is still the scavenger who can only be helpless and furious after being beaten by it (although it, Garfield, does not poop in places other than the toilet, but the cats around him call humans this. ), but why?

After thinking for a long time, I can't figure it out.

After calming down for a while, it carefully touched the tip of its nose... It was finished!Unconscious!

He rolled uncomfortably on the bed and fell off the bed. He was too fat and couldn't land on all fours, so he could only hit the clothes on the ground in a semi-paralyzed manner.

my waist!

It felt like he would have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life like on TV... Garfield, who had a leak in the house and was raining all night, shook his head like the loser dog he usually laughed at, hoping to use inertia to turn his body over.

what is this?

It used its paws to pick up a corner of the book that was exposed under its clothes... I can't understand it. It's the kind of writing that John often writes secretly... It seems to be called Chinese characters or something.

It opened it subconsciously, and a cold voice echoed in its mind.

"Preset target detected...whether to sign a pet agreement with the owner"

What the fuck?

"Correct voiceprint detected, agreement signed...Loading "Spiritual Pet Training Manual (Transcendence)""

What is this?

Before Garfield had time to think about it, he was successfully knocked unconscious by the massive amount of knowledge that suddenly poured into his brain.

...

"Where's Garfield? Did he go to sleep in your room again?"

At the dinner table, Lewis poked his head out from behind the newspaper.

"Hey...Garfield is really clingy to you."

Catherine sighed and brought the breakfast for the three of them.

John smiled and said nothing.Lewis put down the newspaper and helped his wife lay out breakfast.

"Have you notified of the Medal of Merlin award ceremony? Arthur said he couldn't get any information over there..."

"Well, just ten days later, Headmaster Dumbledore told me."

"In ten days? Remember to take Hermione with you."

Catherine looked at her son with a smile, as if they were not planning to go.

"What about you? Aren't you going to take a look?" John asked doubtfully.

"We won't go..."

Catherine blushed rarely, and glanced at Lewis shyly, which made John sitting next to him get goosebumps.

"Ha...your mother and I are going to take a trip around the world to make up for the sweet time wasted by you, a brat."

Looking at his father who looked like he was taking it for granted, John had a lump stuck in his throat and could neither spit nor swallow.

"This is your son's big day. It is the supreme honor that countless wizards can only dream of..."

John still wanted to struggle. Although he was not a child at heart, shouldn't parents be happy to share the joy with their children in such important moments?

Could it be that after so many years, you finally discovered that I am not your biological child?

"Two reasons... on the one hand, we don't know much about the wizarding world, and we are also afraid that participating rashly will embarrass our little knights."

Catherine smiled, turned and winked at John.

"On the other hand, it's also what your grandpa requested."

Lewis said lightly, looking at John with eyes filled with scrutiny.

Grandpa?Are you afraid of being found out?

It is true that when you go to the venue, it is easy to leave some clues and traces that can be traced... but I didn't think carefully.

If those people want to investigate through Muggle forces, it is impossible to bypass Ms. Carter in the UK, and magical means are indeed difficult to prevent.

"Okay... then you can watch your precious son's heroic appearance on TV!" John smiled, ignoring his father's probing gaze.

"Look at how beautiful you are, your tail is sticking up to the sky!"

Catherine said angrily, picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into John's mouth.

Lewis sighed silently... He had some guesses, but he didn't dare to tell his wife for the time being.

"Let's eat first, we won't leave in about a week."

...

In the Carlo family's manor, under an inconspicuous pavilion, old Carlo with a wrinkled face was explaining something to several men in black robes who were bowing in front of him.

"master…"

Old Carlo waved his hand, and several men in black robes quickly cast spells and left.

The old housekeeper of the Carlo family bowed and walked in.

"what happened?"

"There is no apparent relationship between Wick and Shit Dakou. The transfer procedure of that convenience store was perfect, as if Mr. Wick was really simply deceived."

"Hmph...it doesn't matter." Old Carlo flicked the dust on his knees, "Don't worry about Dumbledore."

"But…"

"He is getting old, and he is no longer as decisive as before...although he always seems to be this indecisive woman."

"That incident was definitely related to those two people... even Wick was the mastermind..."

The housekeeper looked at his master in confusion.

"First you want to end, and then you want to shrink back and do push hands? Dumbledore's disciple is really as naive as his teacher..."

"But there is no definite evidence pointing to him, my lord."

"There's no evidence to point to me, right?"

"They are all nameless people, and they have never even appeared in the Ministry of Magic's register... Wouldn't it be best for them to find out?"

What's more, he's not the only one taking action this time...