Privet Drive was enveloped in tranquility at night, with only the occasional meow of a kitten or the distant sound of a car passing by breaking the silence. In the past, the night air would sometimes carry the sound of Vernon Dursley's angry voice berating Harry. However, tonight, an unusual harmony prevailed. It seemed Vernon had finally grasped the vast chasm between himself and the wizarding world. John had made it clear to him that not attending school didn't equate to the absence of magic. He warned Vernon that stressing Harry out could lead to unintended magical consequences, humorously suggesting that Harry might accidentally curse him.
John spent his time in the basement, a space his parents had grown accustomed to him occupying over the years. He had transformed it significantly, even installing a fireplace that connected directly to Johnny Silverhand's office in Knockturn Alley. On the table lay the magic blood, alongside three distinct bottles. The first contained blood from a boggart, an intriguing choice given its transformative abilities. The second bottle held unicorn blood, a gift from the gentle creature known as Weiwei. The third was filled with the blood of various birds and snakes, courtesy of Hagrid's menagerie.
John pondered his options, his fingers brushing over the unicorn blood. Despite its allure, he remembered the cautionary tale of Professor Quirrell and decided against it. The birds and snakes, capable of changing size, suggested a link to space-based magic, but John felt it was not what he needed at the moment. His interest was piqued by the boggart blood, given its potent transformative properties and its semblance to Legilimency.
Upon mixing the boggart blood with the magic blood, the concoction underwent a fascinating transformation. The color shifted from red to light blue, then to black, and finally back to red, while the consistency changed from liquid to a mist-like state. "This is the first time I've encountered such a magical substance," John mused, unsure if it was even safe to consume.
As he contemplated, the candles on the table flickered, and the looking glass began to spin, signaling an intruder's presence. John quickly secured his experiments into two large boxes with a tap of his hand. Projecting a starlight onto the desktop, he conjured a flat map of the Wick's house, similar to the Marauder's Map, using the Human Tracking Charm.
Footsteps in the living room caught his attention, clearly not belonging to his parents who were expecting uncles. Tapping on the footprints revealed a black wizard with a distinctive half-nose, rummaging through the room without even drawing his wand. John watched with amusement as the wizard was startled by an owl, only to realize it was a decoy.
Losing interest in the wizard's antics, John manipulated the map to animate a coffee table in the living room. It transformed into a giant Tom, leaping down to bite the intruder's foot, breaking bones with a loud crack. The wizard screamed in pain, and as he finally remembered his own magical abilities and reached for his wand, a slipper flew perfectly into his mouth, silencing him. The animated sofa then launched an assault, its armrests transforming into fists and delivering a barrage of blows that left the wizard dazed and confused.
In a final act of humiliation, the sofa removed its pillow and stuffed it into the wizard's mouth, effectively ending his intrusion. He placed it on his head. The suffocation quickly deprived the brain of oxygen, and the dark wizard lost consciousness. Settling back onto the sofa, he thoughtfully dusted off a pillow stained with saliva before tossing it into the washing machine for cleaning. The large dog, previously perched on the coffee table, dragged the unconscious dark wizard to the basement, his head thumping against the steps with each pull. "Return now, there are more individuals requiring your attention today," John instructed, watching the dark wizard being hauled away. With a wave of his hand, the large dog obediently transformed back into a coffee table.
Approximately half an hour later, another group attempted to infiltrate the house. Like their predecessor, they couldn't evade the fate of being assaulted by the sofa and bitten by the coffee table. Soon, John's basement hosted four additional wizards, all assassins armed and dangerous. When the dark wizard regained consciousness, he found his wand placed on the table before him. The sight of a silver mask made his entire body shudder in fear.
"It seems you recognize me," a low, hoarse voice echoed through the room. The dark wizard, unable to contain his fear, prostrated himself on the ground, trembling. "Respect, Honorable Sir Johnny Silverhand," he managed to say without daring to look up. The iconic silver mask was known throughout the wizarding world.
"I discovered you in a Muggle residence," the man stated, standing and fixing his gaze on the dark wizard. "Defoe, what were your intentions?" Defoe, the dark wizard's name, realized in less than an hour that his entire background had been unraveled by John. Trembling with fear, Defoe replied, "Dear Sir Johnny Silver Hand, I had no intention of opposing you."
"I recall setting certain rules," John leaned back in his comfortable leather chair, his voice exuding an irresistible laziness. "You disregarded my rules without my permission. Tell me, do you respect me?" Defoe's regret was palpable as he realized his greed for the Muggles' offer had led him astray. Johnny Silverhand hadn't exterminated all dark wizards; instead, he had brought order to their chaotic market, much to their satisfaction. Knowing the consequences of breaking the rules, Defoe feared ending up like those ostracized by the werewolf community.
"Your Excellency, how can I demonstrate my loyalty?" Defoe asked, his voice breaking as he knelt, his nose bleeding and tears streaming down his face in a pitiful display.
"Brand it on yourself and let me see your loyalty," John stated indifferently. The thought of being branded terrified Defoe, but he preferred it over death. Dragged away, Defoe knew he would never again pose a threat to Johnny Silverhand. Yet, compared to those sent to Azkaban, he considered himself fortunate.
Tang Mi entered after the dark wizard was dealt with. "My lord, the party in seven days has been arranged. Invitations have been sent to Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch, and others," he reported respectfully. After a brief pause, he added, "Rufus Scrimgeour..."
"It doesn't matter. He should understand his place. His betrayal is sealed," John replied, his voice deep and unwavering. "Pierce Thickness is astute. He excels in navigating his relationships and, more importantly, knows his place."
Tang Mi nodded in agreement, then mentioned, "The Ministry of Magic plans to hold Sirius Black accountable for the disappearance of the Dementor. Should we intervene?"
John's expression darkened as he recalled the significant loss of Dementors. "Have Rita Skeeter publish an article questioning the Ministry's ability to manage Dementors effectively. Use the attacks on wizards at Hogwarts as examples," he instructed, determined to keep the Ministry's focus away from their own actions. John had successfully captured the dementor, and with that task out of the way, it was time for him to address other matters. After returning home through the fireplace, he was greeted by the sound of the door opening and a burst of familiar chirping in Chinese from Mao Xiong, which filled the room loudly. Mrs. Wick was beaming with joy, while Watson appeared disheartened.
"My dear Yadani, your Uncle Seryozha has come to visit you," Mrs. Wick announced with a smile.
Uncle Seryozha's presence was commanding. He had a square face adorned with a prickly beard, his hair was short and neatly cropped, and his muscular figure was evident even under his short sleeves. It was clear that he possessed the strength to overpower Watson with just one hand. However, Seryozha wasn't the only relative who had come to visit; John's other uncles, Andre, Anton, and Alexei, had also arrived. Their arrival brought with it a formidable aura characteristic of their homeland, Mao Xiongguo.
Meanwhile, outside the tranquility of the Wick household, a truck was parked on Privet Drive. The driver made a call, and after a brief conversation, the command was given: "Fix him." The driver hung up, stepped out of the vehicle, and opened the rear door, revealing a group of menacing figures.
The driver issued a cold command: "Do it." The group, donning masks and armed with hammers, steel rods, and knives, disembarked from the vehicle. They had decided that there was no need for firearms to deal with Watson Wick. Besides, using guns would attract police attention and cause unnecessary complications.
As the group made their way towards the Wick residence with a menacing stride, inside, the Wick family was blissfully unaware, caught up in the joyful reunion of uncle and nephew.
This moment of familial warmth stood in stark contrast to the impending threat lurking just outside their door, setting the stage for an inevitable confrontation between the warmth of family ties and the cold intentions of those who sought to disrupt their peace.
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