Hogwarts’ John Wick 01: The Wizarding World and John Wick

01: The Wizarding World and John Wick

♥Here goes the first chapter♥

Year 1991

Mafia zone, Restricted area, Manor Number 6, Privet Drive.

In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the second-floor window, casting a glow on the wooden floor.

A rhythmic tapping interrupted the boy's focused effort of sharpening his pencil.

He looked up to see a round shadow projected on the floor.

When he identified the source of the shadow, he couldn't help but mutter.

"I know I'm not an ordinary person."

"But this is a bit much."

The eleven-year-old boy was a head taller than most children his age.

His tall and slender fra was complented by a grey-blue vest suit, with a golden pocket watch chain adding an air of elegance to the simple pencil sharpener in his hand, which seed as refined as a wine glass.

He stood up and moved from the shadow into the sunlight.

The sunlight glistened on his smooth, black hair, his feather-like eyelashes fluttering in the sun streaming into the room.

His red-brown eyes squinted slightly against the bright light, and his thin, light-red lips pressed into a slight line beneath his sharp and handso nose.

With a half-Slavic heritage, the boy did not have the characteristic freckles of European children; his fair and delicate face looked like that of a prince from a fairy tale.

He neatly arranged the pencils on the desk, his movents elegant as if he were handling a piece of art.

John Wick stared outside, where an owl persistently tapped on his window, holding a letter in its beak.

This made him ponder deeply.

An owl in itself wasn't strange—this era wasn't the one with the futuristic Emails, the world wasn't that judgental such as dostication of an owl was normal, and writing letters wasn't unusual either.

But an owl delivering a letter was quite odd.

He didn't open the glass window and squinted his eyes, carefully observing the letter, he saw that the envelope was made of heavy parchnt, with writing in erald green ink.

Up to this point, things were still fine, but the issue lay in the wax seal in the middle.

It was a crest featuring a large 'H', surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Don't tell .. Could it be that?"

From John's na, it was clear he had a penchant for peace, yet he harbored an undisclosed secret.

Yes, he was a transmigrator.

Well, after transmigration to this world, he has forgotten many things about his previous life and developed partial amnesia. He still rembered many things but many other things are a bit blurry.

However, since coming to this world, he knew he was not an ordinary person, especially since he was John Wick.

Sharing a na with the infamous assassin who slaughtered a gang over a dog in the "John Wick" series, such a na destined him for an extraordinary life.

For this reason, he had specially trained to kill three people with a single pencil, honing his skills on his peers, and earning the title of "Pencil Killer."

He was confident that even in dangerous situations, he could calmly draw a pencil and threaten his opponent to lay down their weapon.

But he never expected that he indeed lived in an extraordinary world, not an ordinary one.

Judging from the owl and letter's symbol, this is a world that had wizards who could wave a wand and make soone forget everything or delve into your mind to retrieve desired information.

He mildly rembers about the Harry Potter movies and novels. Well, everything is blurry, only so things like the plot of Dumbledore painting Harry as the savior and a villain without a nose nad Voldemort as well as a cool Johny d—*ehm*—Grindelwald...*Sigh*

Must have been the shock his mind had gone through after 'that' accident before being transmigrated here.

A group of people with supernatural powers, including twisted lunatics like Grindelwald and Voldemort.

"So, my pencil-killing skills are wasted?"

John regretted looking at the neatly arranged pencils. His ten years of persistent 'weapon' training turned out to be in a magical world.

No matter how skilled an assassin is, could he kill a wizard?

For wizards, even the most challenging ailnts could be easily cured, not to ntion their elusive magic.

"Forget it, as Confucius said, since we have co, we might as well settle down. Since we're here, let's bury them here."

After so hesitation, he opened the window.

The owl, waiting outside for a long ti, finally flew in, angrily dropping the letter on John's face.

The owl turned and flew away, not even bothering to peck on food as it usually did.

'This hateful child was to be Hogwarts' new student, how unlucky.' The owl must have thought.

"Tsk, so rude. Are these owls raised by Hagrid? How can he tolerate them?"

John took down the envelope, complaining about the Hogwarts owls' manners, and opened the letter.

"Dear Mr. Wick,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of necessary books and equipnt.

The term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."

"September 1st? there's still so ti."

At the sa ti, a voice echoed in his mind.

[Ding, discovering a hidden corner of the world, initiating a series of tasks: Hogwarts.]

Indeed, he has a cheat.

A so-called transmigrator's golden finger.

At five years old, John discovered a panel appearing in his mind.

This was why he could master the skill of killing three people with one pencil at eleven years old.

The panel was very simple, aside from issuing tasks, it had only two functions.

Blessings and skill points.

Blessing, as the na suggests, is similar to stacking buffs in a ga.

Skill points could enhance skill levels.

Both Blessings and Skill Points could be obtained by completing randomly issued tasks.

For instance, John's proficiency in short weapons had reached level 7, allowing him to easily defeat three adults with just a pencil.

According to his original plan, he intended to use skill points to beco an all-around athlete or get into the top universities.

These plans were disrupted by this acceptance letter.

The panel added a new elent—magic power.

This undoubtedly confird the authenticity of the letter.

Now it was July.

John needed to figure out how to make his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, accept the fact that their son was a wizard.

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"John, this joke is not funny."

Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son with a serious expression. "You may have successfully made your father co running from the office to your school to apologize to four kids you 'used' your pencil on, but you can't tornt your father with such unfunny jokes."

Watson Wick, John's father in this life, had golden brown hair and red-brown eyes. With a high nose bridge and a well-fitting suit, he epitomized the British elite.

In fact, John resembled his mother more. Mrs. Wick, a brunette beauty from the US, California, had the sa black hair, and even her dress exuded mature charm.

As modern elites, the Wick family didn't believe John's words.

Mrs. Wick, aligned with Watson, held a gold-rimd bone cup of coffee, her eyes showing helplessness at the child's lie.

"It was three, and I'm not joking," John retorted.

It was indeed three people, the other one had run over and tripped by himself, which had nothing to do with him.

"Is that so? That chubby boy, Dudley, didn't say so. He even ate the entire apology cake all by himself, I don't know how he managed to do it."

Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.

Now realizing he was in a magical world, John grew more puzzled. Could that chubby Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?

Ultimately, after John's persistent argunt, the Wick couple reluctantly agreed to give John a chance.

And so, the days passed.

John earned a new nickna from the Wick couple, "Little Wizard."

But this news sohow spread, and a group of kids who didn't get along with John tead up to mock him, only to be scared off by him drawing a pencil, running ho to cry to their mothers.

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