I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Christmas holiday.

Malfoy waved at John with a protoss in his pocket.

They sat in the Thestral carriage and headed for the train.

Like an old man left behind, John looked at the dwindling number of people around him.

"In such a comparison, why do I appear to be lonely?"

The crowd was thronging, and John stood alone in the foyer.

Filch was there counting the departures.

Professor McGonagall came to John, wondering: "You won't go this year, Wick?"

"I still have things to deal with, Professor McGonagall." John said respectfully to Professor McGonagall, "Some things keep me from getting out."

"You can be with your family properly," said Professor McGonagall disapprovingly. "You're always pushing yourself too hard."

John only went back once at Christmas, and even Harry more than once.

John was more like a child who lost his family than Harry.

Professor McGonagall is very distressed about this child. He has paid too much and never rests.

"Compared to a brief relaxation, I would rather see the people I care about safe and sound." John shook his head, "I'm still young."

"Time will pass soon," Professor McGonagall said complicatedly, "In the blink of an eye, I am already an old woman."

"Okay, but you are a respectable old woman." John smiled and bowed, "I have always respected you."

Professor McGonagall also smiled, she couldn't hate this student.

"Although you're not going home, Hogsmeade is always open."

Professor McGonagall nodded to John and said, "Have a good time, Wick."

"I will, Professor McGonagall."

John nodded and watched Professor McGonagall leave.

Professor McGonagall, who often stays at school, rarely relaxes. She will follow the train to Yinhand Amusement Park.

It was a place that the adventurous Gryffindor could hold back for a long time.

Slughorn organized the Christmas party as usual.

Snow covered the castle.

Standing in the foyer and looking at the empty castle, John sighed, "Peace is hard-won."

This is probably one of the few years that students leave with ease.

The giant monster in the first grade, the basilisk in the second grade, Sirius in the third grade, the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth grade, the high-handed rule in the fifth grade, and the deduction battle in the sixth grade.

Without Voldemort making troubles, this year is extraordinarily relaxed.

The snowflakes fell on the head of Hector, who saw the snow for the first time outside, and he and Hermo rolled in the snow.

"Maybe this year we can change the pattern of the festival."

Peace is always something to be pursued.

The blood brought by war sets off the fragrance of flowers of peace.

Walking into the castle, it was not time for John to relax.

While training the protoss guards, he also had to study better methods of treating the blood curse.

He hardly ever left Stars Club.

Not even Slughorn saw it at dinner.

Wait until Christmas comes.

John walked out of the Stars Club and stretched.

Rubbing his sore neck, he habitually picked up the newspaper Basil sent.

"Grindelwald Arrested and Imprisoned in Poland"

This news refreshed John. He looked at the newspaper and muttered to himself, "Do you want to play the routine of the Magical Congress of America again?"

Grindelwald was arrested, which is not happy news.

That man, he was like coming home in prison.

John put down the newspaper and said, "Perhaps direct execution is the most correct way."

But John shook his head, this approach is impossible.

There have never been many fans belonging to Grindelwald. If the Polish Minister of Magic did this, he would really be a hero.

He went to his dormitory, this Christmas, he didn't know what he would receive.

after he left.

The protoss of the Qunxing Club shuttled through each room. They were originally products of the Qunxing Club and were not bound by the Qunxing Club.

A protoss ran into the room leading to the ocean, caught a large fish and started surfing.

Others started their adventure in the forest room, playing hide and seek in that maze.

Little protoss seems to have countless happiness.

suddenly.

There is a blue flame in the fireplace.

...

Wick's house.

Ariana wakes up to the morning sun.

The little bear on the head of the bed waved its fluffy and soft arms, and gave Ariana the cutest wake-up service.

Arianna, her long blond hair messed up with sleep, sat up and rubbed her eyes.

As if remembering something, she got up from the bed and ran downstairs quickly.

The little bear walked behind with short legs, chasing after him.

Mrs. Wick was cooking breakfast downstairs, and the poured milk was placed on the table, which was ignored by Ariana.

With a clear goal, she ran under the Christmas tree at home.

Five gift boxes are put there.

Ariana looked at Mrs. Wick eagerly.

"Can I take it apart, Mom?"

Mrs. Wick was amused by her expression, she shook her finger and said, "You need to make yourself clean."

Arianna ran to wash up, and Watson walked downstairs, breathing heavily.

Mrs. Wick narrowed her eyes dangerously when she saw his lack of energy.

"How long did you watch "I Swing the Great Sword at Hogwarts" yesterday?"

When asked by his wife, Watson immediately felt guilty.

He read a book in the study last night on the grounds that he needed to deal with work.

Can't blame him, it's all Lockhart's writing is so good, such a book deserves to be a hit.

And what John bought him was the premium edition, the illustrations in the book were all moving, interpreting the picture.

Just like watching a movie, Watson was fascinated.

Seeing Mrs. Wick's dangerous appearance, Watson immediately grabbed the comb on the sofa and said, "I'll help Ariana comb her hair."

Mrs. Wick laughed angrily. She bet Watson would definitely see the dawn.

In the bathroom, Ariana wrinkled Joan's nose and cleaned her teeth with a toothbrush.

Meticulously follow the steps John taught her to wash, and use warm water to clean her little face.

As soon as she was about to unwrap the presents, Watson took her to comb her hair as a tool to avoid accountability.

The messy hair was combed as smooth as silk.

When it was all over, she could finally go and unwrap the presents.

Under the Christmas tree, Ariana sat barefoot.

The big-headed gray owl Kiki flew over.

Little Bear helped bring a gift, and Arianna quickly opened the gift without any teachers.

Inside was a little bear with a pink headdress, a gift from Watson.

Watson was drinking coffee and betting with Mrs. Wick, "I dare say she likes my present best."

Watson was full of confidence.

In the next second, he saw the little bear he carefully selected was thrown aside.

"..." Watson petrified in place.

Mrs. Wick sneered and said, "Arianna has a bear, and you still give the same one?"

"I thought she would find Little Bear lonely." Watson shut himself off.

No, damn Greg, you lied to me.

Watson was filled with grief and indignation, and he also specifically consulted Greg, the administrator of the orphanage.

Mrs. Wick scoffed at her husband's thoughts, and said confidently: "You need to find out what girls like."

She saw Ariana unwrapping her presents.

A beautiful dress was taken out and it looked as dazzling as a princess.

Ariana thought for a moment and threw the dress on the sofa.

Mrs. Wick put down the glass expressionlessly, and glanced at Watson who was about to laugh.

"Go and shovel the snow at the door."

Watson: "...I just shoveled it yesterday."

"You ate yesterday and won't eat today?"

Well, under the warning of Mrs. Wick's lack of food, Watson resignedly went out to shovel the snow.

Ariana opened the third one, and just as the cold light inside was exposed, Mrs. Wick closed it with a smile.

"Little Baihua, you still have two gifts."

Mrs. Wick took the box away with a smile, and the contents inside the box made the sound of metal clashing.

Ariana blinked and opened the fourth present.

This time things are normal inside.

It was a beautiful emerald brooch and a card with stars.

The back of the card reads: "I open the way in the fire."

This is a gift from John.

Arianna put away the brooch as a treasure, and she held it in her arms, feeling insecure.

He simply ran to his room and hid the brooch under the bed.

After Mrs. Wick collected the gifts from her natal family, she came out and saw Ariana running down in a hurry.

Just as she was about to ask if she had received John's gift, Mrs. Wick saw Ariana throw a card into the fireplace.

Immediately afterwards, the flames of the fireplace turned blue.

Mrs. Wick came over, blinking in perfect sync with Ariana.

"Here to find John." Arianna said.

Mrs. Wick thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's not a bad idea."

Holding Ariana's hand, the mother and daughter stepped into the fireplace.

The fireplace returned to its original color as the flames engulfed both of them.

Watson opened the door and came back, saying: "The snow outside has grown, and I think I can clear it later."

No one in the house responded.

Except Kiki.

Watson stared blankly at Kiki.

"What about my wife and children?"

...