I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Is it to further monopolize the underground?

Or which country should we attack?

Or interfere with the election?

Greg felt his pressure became even greater after meeting Watson.

"Oh, Dicky, you must be Greg."

Watson was freeing his mind to think about what to eat today.

When he saw his recruit coming, he stood up with a smile and shook hands with Greg.

Greg was nervous inside, but his face was as enthusiastic as ever, just like a job applicant.

The fear of Watson in my heart became even higher.

"There is no trace of the switch. If I didn't know who he was, I would have thought that he was a middle-class person with a kind heart."

Inwardly, I was alarmed by Watson's unpretentious performance.

Greg pretended to be confused and asked: "Hello, Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to meet here."

"Oh, this is my hotel." Watson said and looked at Greg.

Greg reacted, opened his suitcase, took out his resume, and handed it to Watson respectfully.

Watson opened it and looked at it casually, and was very satisfied with the resume.

After all, this is a perfect resume produced after attracting great attention from the bureau.

"The only question." After reading the resume, Watson put it down and looked at Greg's appearance. "Are you someone who can keep secrets?"

Greg was shocked. Could it be that he had seen through his identity?

He pretended to be calm and smiled: "I think I can do it, Mr. Wick."

After all, this is one of the few times when the son needs to ask for his father, but there is no meaning in the words.

Watson was naturally very energetic.

His eyes were scrutinizing, making Greg feel like someone was going to put a gun to his head at any moment.

"You're accepted." Watson smiled. "I think you know where the work is."

"It's strange, but I hope you won't mention that place outside."

Watson smiled mysteriously, "I wish you a happy work."

Greg smiled and said: "I will, boss."

Watson patted Greg's hand, lowered his head and glanced at his leather shoes, and said casually: "Your shoes are good."

"But it's better to touch these luxurious leather shoes less often."

Watson remembered the other person's work experience. To buy such shoes, he would probably have to save for several months.

In his opinion, such behavior was somewhat irrational, and it made Greg hold his breath.

Greg walked out of the room and couldn't help but let out the breath he was holding.

Wiping away the cold sweat, he suspected that Watson had seen something.

Looking down at his shoes, he felt that Watson was hinting at him about being an agent.

"That's right. As someone who dares to make himself transparent, he should be prepared to be approached by agents."

Greg left the hotel and drove to the address of the orphanage.

He couldn't help but said, "You know I'm an agent and you dare to let me pass. What confidence do you have?"

Arrive at the orphanage.

He looked up at this place that looked more like a school.

"Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home."

…

Chapter 580: Changes in Europe, the missing Minister of Magic

His father took care of the orphanage, and John said that his father was still okay.

People who should be at school are now in Knockturn Alley.

"How many bereaved children are there?" John asked Tang Mi.

Tang Mi has been responsible for the placement of these Muggle children these days. Those whose parents are found will have their memories cleared and sent back. Those whose parents are not found or whose parents are dead will be left in Knockturn Alley for a period of time.

The construction of the welfare home was built by Tang Mi with Silver Hand Fashion Construction, otherwise there would be no way to build a welfare home in a hurry.

The bad thing is that there is basically no concept of orphanages in the magical world.

So their template for the orphanage was based on a Muggle school.

"According to statistics, there are 35 Muggle children, 13 of whom were disabled due to experiments, and 7 wizard children whose parents were persecuted."

John heard the numbers and rubbed the locket in deep thought.

Fortunately, the land purchased by my father was large enough.

"Arrange personnel to clear the memories of Muggles," John thought for a moment and said, "Send those wizard children to the Young Wizards Foundation for placement."

"Yes, my lord."

Tang Mi received the order and was about to leave. John gave another instruction: "After sending the child to the orphanage, seal the fireplace."

John didn't want a Muggle child to floo through the fireplace one day.

Tang Mi was ordered to arrange for the memory erasure of Muggle children.

Children's memories are not easy to clean up, and the brain can be damaged if you are not careful.

So John prepared to take matters into his own hands.

Those kids were assigned to Johnny Silverhand.

They leaned together in fear, and some of the bold ones looked here and there.

After a holiday in Silver Hands, these little guys are recovering well.

Most of them still can't see the meat.

"Everyone line up and don't move." Tang Mi maintained order.

John came out with a white wand in his hand.

He looked at the group of children, who had no idea what was going to happen next.

But before they can be forgotten, John still needs to make other arrangements.

He waved his wand, and a burst of silvery white light fell.

"When any of you have different changes, you will let me see it."

His voice was low and hoarse, and he spoke a language that no one could understand.

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

This is a kind of detecting magic. When something happens to these children, the magic will take effect.

This is also a layer of insurance for John, after all, the children have been persecuted.

This ensures that they will not be harmed by the wizard again.

When everything was done, John waved his wand and said the spell.

"Obliviate"

A white light flashed and the children rubbed their eyes.

They appeared in a welfare institution similar to a school, and the memories in their minds disappeared. They only remembered that they appeared here for some reason.

During this time, they also made their own friends.

Laughter and laughter emanated from it.

Greg, who walked inside, heard laughter and had the same smile on his face.

He approaches a classroom.

Since there are no teachers, there is no one to manage here.

He opened the window and looked in.

The box in his hand was let go and it made a sound as it fell to the ground.

He ignored them and stared at the children who seemed to have been abused.

The skinny children seemed to have been subjected to some kind of experiment.

"Watson Wake."

At this moment, Greg finally understood the significance of his arrival.

There is something shady here, and those children are probably an experimental base.

That seemingly kind man is actually a devil in human skin.

Greg wanted to kill the demon, but couldn't.

…

Watson sneezed.

"My son must be missing me secretly." Watson drove with a smile.

Thinking of his beautiful wife and lovely daughter at home, he felt happy.

I don’t know that I have become a devil in the new employee’s impression.

He happily got off the car and went home. He entered the house and kissed his wife.

Ariana showed her eyes at the table, staring at Qiqi who was drooling over the beef on the chopping board.

The cute scene made Watson couldn't help but go over and rub her head. Ariana didn't resist because Watson brought him delicious ice cream.

"Don't give your child too many sweets," complained Mrs. Wick, "and watch her teeth."

Watson also ate the ice cream, hmm, and nodded to indicate that his wife was right.

"Ariana, do you want to learn to cook with mom?" Mrs. Wick rolled her eyes at Watson and said proudly to Ariana, "John likes my food best."

As soon as she heard that John liked it, Ariana quickly got up and walked over.

Watch Mrs. Wick's gorgeous knife skills chop tomatoes, pineapples, and oranges.

Then with a cool movement, he put the minced meat, fresh shrimps and fruits into the pot.

“Fruit colorful sugar orange fried rice!”

Mrs. Wick showed off her skills, Ariana secretly tasted it, her body trembled and her brain trembled.

Black energy floated out of his eyes, and the bracelet on his wrist shone slightly, causing the black energy to shrink back.

The sweet and sour taste that hit Tianling Gai made her ask with suspicion and innocence: "Does John like it?"

Mrs. Wick said with absolute certainty: "He likes this best!"

Ariana didn't understand, but was shocked.

At this moment, Mrs. Wick sacredly took out the sealed cookbook from the cabinet.

that moment.

Belongs to the historic handover of the Wick family.

…

John suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he didn't know why.

Looking at the fireplace where all the children had been sent away, John waved his wand.

The blue flame went out.