Hogwarts’ John Wick

Chapter 581 581: 581: European Upheaval

With his old man handling the orphanage, John admitted that his father was still pretty capable.

Someone who should have been at school was now in Knockturn Alley.

"How many children lost their parents?" John asked Tommy.

Tommy had been handling the placement of these Muggle children over the past few days.

Those whose parents were found had their memories erased before being sent back. Those whose parents could not be found, or whose parents had died, were temporarily housed in Knockturn Alley.

Tommy had also led Silverhand Fashion Construction to build the orphanage. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to create one in such a short time.

The unfortunate thing was that the wizarding world basically had no concept of orphanages.

So the template they used for the orphanage had been modeled after a Muggle school.

"According to the statistics, there are thirty-five Muggle children in total. Among them, thirteen were left disabled because of the experiments. Additionally, there are seven wizarding children whose parents were persecuted."

Hearing those numbers, John rubbed the locket thoughtfully.

Fortunately, the land his father had purchased was large enough.

"Arrange for memory erasure on the Muggles," John said after some thought. "As for those wizarding children, send them to the Young Wizards Foundation for placement."

"Yes, my lord."

Tommy accepted the order and prepared to leave, but John added another instruction. "After sending the children to the orphanage, seal the fireplace."

John did not want a situation where some Muggle child accidentally traveled through the Floo Network and ended up here one day.

Tommy carried out the orders and arranged for the Muggle children to undergo memory erasure.

Children's memories were not easy to erase. Why? A slight mistake could damage the brain.

So John planned to handle it personally.

The children had been brought to Silverhand Johnny.

They huddled together fearfully, though some of the braver ones curiously looked around.

After spending an entire holiday recuperating under Silverhand's care, the little ones had recovered quite well.

Though most of them still looked painfully thin.

"Everyone line up properly. Don't move around," Tommy said as he maintained order.

John walked out holding a white wand in his hand.

He looked at the group of children. The children had no idea what was about to happen.

But before erasing their memories, John still needed to make other arrangements.

He waved his wand, and a burst of silver-white light scattered down.

"If any unusual changes happen to any of you, I will see them."

His voice was low and hoarse, speaking words no one could understand.

A diamond-shaped mark appeared on the backs of the children's shoulders.

This was a form of detection magic. If something unusual happened to these children, the spell would activate.

John was adding an extra layer of protection. After all, the children had already suffered persecution once.

This would ensure they would not be harmed by wizards again.

After finishing everything, John raised his wand and spoke the incantation in dragon tongue.

||Obliviate.||

A flash of white light passed by, and the children rubbed their eyes.

...

They found themselves inside an orphanage that resembled a school. The memories in their minds had disappeared, leaving only the vague impression that they had arrived here for some reason.

During this time, they had also made friends with one another.

Laughter and cheerful voices echoed throughout the place.

As Greg walked inside and heard the laughter, a smile appeared on his face as well.

He approached a classroom.

Since there were no teachers yet, no one was managing the place.

He leaned against the window and looked inside.

The suitcase in his hand slipped loose and fell to the ground with a thud.

He paid it no attention, staring fixedly at the children who looked as though they had suffered abuse.

The skinny, emaciated children appeared to have undergone some kind of experiment.

"Watson Wick."

At that moment, Greg finally understood the meaning behind his arrival.

There was something disgraceful hidden here, and those children were very likely from some kind of experimental facility.

That outwardly kind man was a demon wearing human skin.

Greg wanted to slay the demon, yet he could not do it.

...

"Acchoo!"

Watson sneezed.

"My son must be thinking about me behind my back," Watson said with a cheerful grin as he drove.

Thinking about the beautiful wife and adorable daughter waiting at home put him in an excellent mood.

Completely unaware that, in the mind of his new employee, he had already become a demon.

He happily got out of the car, returned home, and immediately cuddled up to his wife.

Ariana peeked over the edge of the table with only her eyes visible, staring at Kiki, who was drooling over the beef on the chopping board.

The adorable sight made Watson unable to resist rubbing her head. Ariana did not resist, because Watson had brought her delicious ice cream.

"Don't give the child too many sweets," Mrs. Wick complained. "Be careful about her teeth."

Watson was also eating ice cream. "Mm-hmm." He nodded, showing that his wife was absolutely right.

"Ariana, do you want to learn cooking with Mommy?" Mrs. Wick shot Watson a glance before proudly telling Ariana, "John likes my cooking the most."

The moment she heard John liked it, Ariana quickly got up and walked over.

She watched as Mrs. Wick's dazzling knife skills finely chopped tomatoes, pineapple, and oranges.

Then, with a stylish motion, she tossed minced meat, fresh shrimp, and fruit into the pan.

"Fruit Medley Sugared Orange Fried Rice!"

Mrs. Wick displayed her skills proudly while Ariana secretly took a bite.

Her body trembled, and her brain seemed to shake.

Black mist drifted from her eyes, while the bracelet on her wrist faintly glowed, causing the black mist to shrink back again.

The sweet-and-sour flavor that struck directly into her soul left her filled with innocent confusion as she asked, "John likes this?"

Mrs. Wick answered with absolute certainty, "It's his favorite!"

Ariana did not understand, but she was deeply shocked.

Just then, Mrs. Wick solemnly took out the long-sealed cookbook from the cabinet.

At that moment... A historic inheritance of the Wick family was passed down.

...

John suddenly felt a chill run down his back for some unknown reason.

Looking at the fireplace that had already sent all the children away, John waved his wand.

The blue flames extinguished.

Since he was already out, and had no classes during the day, John simply stayed there.

Looking at the still-empty seat during Charms class, Professor Flitwick thought: Ah yes, of course, you have no classes.

Riddle remained there awaiting orders. It had a completely different personality from Basil.

Basil, the tyrant of the owlery, became obedient in front of Riddle.

The black long-eared owl Riddle leaned its head toward John, rubbing against him while making content sounds.

Tommy brought over the financial reports from the past half year.

"The werewolf community expansion was completed a week ago. The branch in France has also officially opened. Kim Ladisley sent word that a small portion of the local forces are resisting them."

John looked through the steadily rising financial reports.

During the first half of the year, he had gone along with the situation and temporarily halted the werewolf community expansion business, resulting in some losses.

Fortunately, the losses were not severe. After John revealed his identity, the Silverhand industries attracted tremendous attention from every side.

His old friend Damocles Belby had even specially written him a letter. He had long been looking forward to the day when the shining star named John Wick would capture the attention of the entire world.

"I heard you recruited my teacher Slughorn. He truly is great in the field of Potions, but the current me is no worse than him."

The moment John saw the letter, he knew Damocles already knew about his plans regarding the Blood Curse.

The letter practically reeked of jealousy.

Which was understandable. After all, Damocles had been the first to come into contact with John, and they had worked together to earn that First-Class Order of Merlin.

He had always been obsessed with honor.

After reading the letter, John smiled and wrote a reply to comfort Damocles.

An owl flew to the window. Riddle glanced at it but did not attack.

The owl dropped off a newspaper before leaving.

John opened the paper. The moment he saw the headline, the smile disappeared from his face.

Vanished from Germany and appeared in Poland?

Looking at the two incidents, they seemed impossible to separate from Grindelwald.

Yet there was still no evidence proving that Grindelwald was the one responsible for attacking the German Minister for Magic.

"The German Minister for Magic..." John could not make sense of Grindelwald's actions.

Because he had previously suspected that the German Minister for Magic might have some kind of connection with Grindelwald.

But now, with the Minister disappearing and Grindelwald appearing in Poland, it seemed all of John's previous speculations had been overturned.

Surely Grindelwald was not planning to blitz Poland?

The entire European wizarding world had erupted into heated discussions because of this matter.

Another newspaper was delivered before him.

John looked over.

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