Chapter 4: 04: The future Minister of Magic and the Sword Master

04: The future Minister of Magic and the Sword Master

September 1st.

The Wick family took their son to King's Cross Station.

Watson, dressed in a suit and tie, held the address in his hand and checked it repeatedly, wanting to make sure he had read it correctly.

"Platform 9¾?"

Watson had lived in the UK for so long, but he had never heard of such a platform at King's Cross Station.

The family wandered around for a long time but couldn't find it.

John glanced at Watson, who was still interested, and didn't even bother to expose his initiative to see the legendary wizard trains.

As a Muggle, it's hard to avoid being curious about magical things.

John, who had read the plot, naturally knew where it was, and found the third pillar between the ninth and tenth platforms.

John turned around and waved to his father, and in his father's stunned eyes, he ran into the pillar.

With a lot of luggage in his hands, John accidentally bumped into a little girl when crossing the platform.

"Oops."

The two pieces of luggage collided.

The body that had been trained for many years played an important role at this moment.

He stood firmly in a horse stance, as steady as an old dog.

The weak wizard who bumped into him was not so lucky, and was knocked unconscious.

The luggage fell to the ground and books scattered all over the floor.

Strength vs. Magic, first round.

Strength wins!

"Are you okay?"

Seeing that he had bumped into someone, John hurried over to help the little wizard who had fallen upside down.

At the same time, he helped pick up the books scattered on the ground.

While picking up the books, he looked up at the little wizard's face.

The other party had put on a wizard robe, with thick and messy brown hair and bright brown eyes, but the most eye-catching thing was the two big rabbit-like front teeth. Ok, so the wizard he thought he bumped into was a little witch.

John had nothing to say to start a conversation, but he was honest and exclaimed.

"Your front teeth are really big."

Hermione, who originally wanted to say that it was okay, had a dark face when she heard it.

As the daughter of a dentist, her front teeth were bigger than those of other children, which was the thing she least wanted to be mentioned.

This person bumped into her and laughed at her front teeth. Hermione didn't have a good impression of John.

John didn't know that the person he bumped into was Hermione from the Golden Trio. After all, Hermione was beautified in the Harry Potter movie. Besides, after so many years, he could only remember some plots of the novel.

It was really difficult for him to remember some details.

John, who had offended the little witch unintentionally, picked up the scattered books and stacked them back. "Here you go," John smiled, thinking that he was really very graceful.

But Hermione opposite didn't have any good feelings.

"Thank you."

After hurriedly thanking him, she didn't want to talk to this person anymore. She pushed the luggage hard and walked away quickly.

John thought that the girl was shy, so he ran a hand through his silky hair and said sadly and narcissistically: "My damn charm was too high it seems."

On the train.

John arrived early, and there were still many empty carriages on the train.

He entered a carriage and sat down, looking out the window, bored.

In his memory, Weasley should meet the savior for the first time today.

But unfortunately, he didn't wait for the famous scene.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

A boy's voice sounded a little unconfident.

There were freckles on his round face, and his expression was timid and uneasy, as if he was afraid that John would not want to.

It can be seen that this is a child who is not confident.

Compared with the big fat boy Dudley, this little fat boy is still much slimmer.

John smiled and said, "Please sit down."

Neville felt relieved when he heard this. After entering the compartment, he found that the boy in front of him did not look easy to mess with. He had

a charming appearance and wore a brown woolen sweater. And with each flick, his wand turned flexibly between his fingers, like an obedient little snake.

This feeling was like a cowboy sitting opposite him, holding a revolver in his hand and playing with it arrogantly.

The timid Neville was frightened and huddled up tightly against the compartment window, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

"Coo."

"Ah! Trevor"

Neville's pet toad jumped out, and he hurriedly grabbed Trevor.

Afraid that he would annoy the other party, he secretly glanced at John in fear.

And John was also looking at him, which made him lower his head quickly, thinking that he had made the other party angry.

Little did Naville know that he was staring at the toad, as the toad brought back his memories.

'Toad? I remember that there seemed to be a person with such a pet in Harry Potter.'

Among the few plots that John remembered, there were not many impressive ones except the Golden Trio.

Among the few people who he remembered, the name of the Hogwarts Sword Master was definitely one.

So he stretched out his hand and introduced himself with a smile: "Hello, they call me Wick, John Wick."

"M-My name is Neville Longbottom." Neville also stammered in response.

When John heard this name, he secretly said in his heart, "Sure enough. "

The future Hogwarts' Sword Master, a true Gryffindor.

Some people say that Neville is the son of prophecy. God knows how many people have been brainwashed by this sentence on the Internet platform in John's previous life.

John is more inclined to Neville being a big supporting character, a second savior maybe? Because without Neville killing the Horcrux, Harry Potter cannot win.

One cannot exist without the other; Neville's inherent kindness ensured that even if he knew the truth, he wouldn't be able to kill Harry, the seventh Horcrux. Thus, calling him a second savior was more reliable.

Neville felt uneasy when he noticed that John fell silent upon hearing his name.

He wondered if he should find another compartment. The Longbottom family didn't have a good reputation among the pure-blood families, being on the same level as the Weasleys.

As the atmosphere grew quiet, another authoritative voice came from outside.

"May I sit here? The other compartments seem full"

With curly hair and oversized front teeth, the all-knowing Hermione Granger entered the compartment.

Neville, hoping that another person might relieve some of the pressure, quickly said, "Yes, there is a lot of space here."

He stole a glance at John as he spoke. Hermione slightly tilted her head up, a habit of hers. As the top student in school, she was always a favorite among the teachers.

But as she sat down, she recognized the black-haired boy opposite her. They had briefly met that morning. Remembering how he commented on her large front teeth, her face darkened.

Neville, initially happy to have someone share the pressure, saw Hermione's expression change and thought he must have done something wrong again. The silence grew heavy once more.

Finally, Hermione broke the silence. She extended her hand to Neville, lifting her head slightly, her sharp tone softened, "Hermione Jean Granger."

"N-Neville Longbottom," Neville breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he might not survive the trip to school in such a tense atmosphere.

John, realizing what was happening, introduced himself, "John Wick." He then recognized that the girl he teased about her teeth was actually Hermione, one of the main trio.

Hermione didn't hold a grudge for long; she was inherently kind-hearted. Upon learning that both of Neville's parents were from the magical world, she became interested.

"So, can you do magic?" she asked eagerly. "Kids from magical families must be familiar with magic, right? Can you show me something?"

Neville stammered, unable to speak, while Hermione's questions came non-stop like a sewing machine. Seeing this, John smiled knowingly; the all-knowing Hermione was indeed curious to the core.

Putting down his wand, John came to Neville's rescue, "Talent varies from person to person. For example, my family are all Muggles, yet I'm a wizard."

Hearing that John came from a Muggle family, Hermione felt a sense of kinship, easing her earlier irritation.

The two began chatting about the fascinating world of magic, occasionally asking Neville for insights as a local resident. The atmosphere in the compartment improved. However, during their conversation, Neville realized his toad was missing.

Hermione, always eager to help, volunteered to help Neville search for his toad. Before leaving, she asked John if he wanted to join them.

John, too lazy to move, fiddled with his newly bought Chocolate Frog, debating where to take a bite. He waved them off, "I'll stay here to hold the compartment. Otherwise, some kids might think it's empty and take it."

Seeing the sense in his words, Hermione agreed and set off with Neville to search the train for his toad.