I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"The old Dutton Clinic just passed by."

"Shut up, it's you who said that old Dutton pulled his teeth like he was killing a sheep."

When Watson Wake saw his wife driving, he immediately became very vigilant.

After passing the old Dutton dental office, he unconsciously clutched his pockets.

Mrs. Wick looked impatient, very different from her usual dignified image.

Watson felt that the seat was a little sticky, so he reached out and took out a fashion magazine from under it.

It said that Louis Vuitton launched a new fashion item, and his toothache face suddenly collapsed.

Tooth extraction is small, but buying a bag is big.

The car ended up in Oxford Street, and Watson knew what was doomed to his wallet.

The wife, who had vowed to pull out his own tooth, turned around and got out of the car stepping on high heels and leaving, leaving the father and son looking at each other in dismay.

"Let's find a clinic to extract the tooth."

John watched his father struggle from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, and he was very skeptical.

"Are you sure you can drive?"

"Or let you come? Can your magic help me pull out my teeth?"

Watson thought I can't control my wife or your son?

John shrugged, wondering how long the bank statement would be in the mail tomorrow.

The father and son drove around London and finally came to a dentist's office.

"Granger? It has the same surname as Hermione."

John glanced at the name, and thought what a coincidence, if it was a mobile phone, he would definitely take a photo for Hermione.

Entering the clinic, the clinic is not big, and there are several children and adults in the clean and simple waiting area.

Europeans spend a lot of money on teeth every year, and one of the children screamed in pain, which made people upset.

John and Watson were sitting there waiting. A young woman who was waiting alone saw Watson's calm and successful career, her eyes lit up.

She struck up a conversation with Watson, approached him intentionally and said, "Your child is so handsome, did he eat too much candy?"

She had just divorced, how could she be willing to stay alone in the vacant room in her fiery years.

Watson had the appearance of a standard British gentleman, and this kind of appearance was very popular. The calm man made the young woman wink like silk.

Her eyes seemed to be emitting electricity. Seeing that Watson was silent, she immediately shifted her target and prepared to follow John's route.

"Little handsome boy, it seems that your father is not in a good mood today."

John glanced at her and said lightly, "You can't speak even if your teeth are decayed."

The young woman was a little confused.

At this time, a person came to the waiting area.

When the man saw the young woman, he immediately showed a headache, and then he was a little surprised when he saw John next to him.

"I remember you are...John, do you remember me, I am Hermione's father."

Mr. Granger walked quickly. He didn't have the ridiculously high hairline like middle-aged men in his country. His thick hair let John know who Hermione inherited it from.

"Are you here to see Hermione?"

Mr. Granger thought he was looking for Hermione, John bowed slightly with a smile, and said, "Hi Mr. Granger, is this your clinic? I didn't come to see Hermione, it was my father, he Cavities."

John pointed to his father, and Watson looked very unhappy with a straight face.

In fact, he had a toothache, and now he opened his mouth and felt woodpeckers tapping on his teeth.

The so-called acquaintance is easy to handle, Mr. Granger enthusiastically brought the two in.

Just looking at his appearance, it seems that he is running away more.

The young woman in the waiting area watched the two good men leave with resentment. These days, the good men belong to other people.

Don't wonder why young women are looking for married men, after all, this kind of thing is quite common in this part of Europe.

One step is in place, not only have multiple sons, but also find a mature man, why not do it?

Mr. Granger who entered inside was relieved.

He smiled bitterly: "She comes to the clinic every day to strike up a conversation with me."

After finishing speaking, he looked around with some guilt, and whispered: "Don't tell my wife, she minds these things very much."

Watson immediately gave him a knowing look, patted Mr. Granger on the shoulder, and said with deep understanding: "No way, sometimes a man who is too good is also a kind of trouble."

These words made the two of them cherish each other, and immediately became good friends.

John glanced at the two old men, narcissistic, right?

"Dad, your teeth don't hurt anymore?"

Unable to bear the friendship between two old men, John reminded his father.

Watson clutched his cheek, it hurt, it hurt so much.

Mr. Granger worked on Watson's teeth, and John wandered aimlessly through the clinic.

Pick up a newspaper, which reports on the things in the bear country.

The once well-deserved Big Brother of the world is now in turmoil after undergoing a split.

John muttered to himself: "It seems that grandpa has also been involved in these things."

He remembered that his grandfather had some reputation in the local area, and it may be from the government level to win over him, hoping to ask him to stabilize the local situation.

Shaking his head, John looked at the newspaper.

A fluffy brown head came over, and after seeing John, her face showed surprise.

"John!"

John turned his head and saw Hermione running towards her with a ridiculously thick book in her arms.

The book was placed on the table, and there was a dull sound when it came into contact with the table.

"Why are you here, you should tell me."

Hermione couldn't help complaining that she had invited several friends to her home.

But it seems that the Muggle world is not attractive to wizards, and they have never been there.

She was a little envious of the Weasleys' Burrow, which was the real fun.

John pointed to his father who was pulling his teeth, and said helplessly, "My father ate too much chocolate, and now his teeth are decayed. If you have a wizard card from Dharma Alex Belby, you'd better give him one."

"Uh..." Hermione blinked, sometimes she really wondered how Mr. Wick could have a child like John.

"Let's not talk about this, do you want to preview the textbook for the next grade?"

Miss Know-it-all would only stop studying when she was on an adventure. Hermione's eyes were bright, and she felt that John must have previewed too.

John wiped his cold sweat, coughed twice and said, "Actually, some things don't need to be so, um, so anxious."

Although I have blessings, I can't bear to read books eighteen hours a day.

King of Gryffindor, so terrifying.

Hermione thought for a while, and she was disappointed: "Yes, you are so smart."

"No, no, no." John waved his hands hastily, and explained: "Knowledge is interoperable. When you understand the Levitation Curse, you will be able to understand the Flying Curse faster."

As John said, he made a demonstration for her and took out the lilies that were a little lackluster in the vase.

Infuse magic into a lily, which re-blooms and its petals come to life.

Handing the lily to Hermione, he chuckled and said, "Magic is the source, we need to understand it, as long as you understand these, you will find that everything becomes simple."

Holding the lily, Hermione hesitated and asked slyly, "History of Magic?"

"...Probably not."

Little old girl, it's easy to kill the world when you chat like this.

John saw the corner of Hermione's mouth smirking, and knew that it was Hermione's intention.

He grinded his back molars up and down, and he was actually played by a little girl.

After Watson Wake had his teeth pulled out, his relationship with Mr. Granger developed rapidly.

The intimacy of the two makes one can't help but suspect that these two old men have a second life.

"John, I decided to live in London for a few days, and it happened that Wendell invited me to play golf."

Watson was so good that he called Mr. Granger by name, which made John even more suspicious that the two old men would not have any passion in the collision, would they?

The outside world has always said that they are from a corrupt country, shouldn't they?

But staying in London is also good, saving John some effort.

He happened to be heading to Knockturn Alley, which was more in line with his expectations.

...

Silverhands Johnny store.

This shop that popped up last year quickly developed into a big shop that replaced Bojinbok in just one year.

Mundungus always felt that he was indispensable, even more so than the silver-handed Lord who had never appeared before.

With such a state of mind, while he burst out with [-]% energy, he gradually regarded himself as the master.

"Shelby, you stinky bastard, I better get out of there!"

What Mundungus was most dissatisfied with was Tommy Shelby, that guy was the security captain who came down from the air, and he didn't give Mundungus any face on weekdays.

This made Mundungus very annoyed, and even wanted to drive Tang Mi away.

Tang Mi glanced coldly at Mundungus, this shady thief dared to yell at him.

Stupid guy, the development of Johnny the Silver Hand is all due to the connections of that lord.

Otherwise, such a big cake, the big shots of the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families will not let it go.

Too bad Mundungus doesn't seem to know this.

He yelled like a monkey in a suit.

At this time, a person walked in from outside, Mundungus was still angry, and turned his head to stare at the person viciously.

A silver mask came into view, the green robe was decorated with gorgeous lace, and the slender body was matched with a slim waistcoat suit.

On the clothes, the golden watch chain is elegant and extravagant.

Mundungus stared at the people who came. It is not uncommon to see these mysterious people in Knockturn Alley. He said angrily, "What do you want?"

"what?"

The expression under the silver mask was not clear, but Mundungus could hear the understatement and the slightest bit of disdain in his tone.

This made Mundungus yell: "Get out of my shop without buying anything."

"Your shop? Mundungus, you seem to have forgotten whose place this is."

This voice was somewhat familiar, Mundungus recalled it, his small eyes widened, and he screamed, "You are Lord Johnny Silverhand?"