Wielding a Great Sword at Hogwarts - John Wick

In the year 1991, at 6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, the morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the second-floor room, casting warm rays onto the wooden floor. The rhythmic tapping sound was the only thing that interrupted the boy's focus as he meticulously sharpened his pencil. However, his concentration broke when a round shadow appeared on the floor. Upon recognizing the source of the shadow, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I've always known I was no ordinary person, but this is a bit much."

The boy, an 11-year-old who stood a head taller than his peers, possessed a unique presence. Dressed in a small, gray-blue vest suit, his appearance was accentuated by a golden pocket watch chain that lent an air of elegance, making the penknife in his hand appear as refined as a wine glass. Rising from his seat, he stepped from the shadows into the sunlight, which illuminated his black, smooth hair and highlighted his feather-like eyelashes as they cast flickering shadows. His reddish-brown eyes squinted slightly in the bright light, and beneath his delicate nose, his light red lips were pursed in slight discomfort. With his half-Slavic heritage, he lacked the freckles typical of European and American boys, giving him the appearance of a noble son straight out of a fairy tale.

Carefully, he placed the pencils on the table, treating them as if they were pieces of art. John Wick's gaze then shifted to the window, where an owl impatiently knocked, eager to deliver a letter it held in its beak. This sight plunged John into deep thought. The presence of an owl wasn't unusual in itself, given the era's reliance on letter writing. However, an owl delivering mail was certainly out of the ordinary.

Upon closer inspection, he noted that the envelope was crafted from heavy parchment, with the address written in emerald green ink. Yet, it was the wax seal that truly caught his attention—a coat of arms featuring a capital 'H' surrounded by four animals: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake. "Could it be that one?" he wondered aloud.

John's name hinted at a peaceful nature, yet he harbored a secret unknown to others—he was a time traveler. From the moment he arrived in this world, he knew he was no ordinary individual; after all, he shared his name with the legendary assassin John Wick, who famously exacted vengeance for his dog. This name seemed to destine him for an extraordinary life.

Determined to live up to his namesake, John had mastered the art of defeating three opponents with just a pencil, earning him the moniker "Pencil Killer" among his peers. He was confident that this skill would serve him well in any future confrontations. However, he hadn't anticipated finding himself in a world far from ordinary—a world inhabited by wizards capable of erasing memories and invading minds with ease, a world where figures like Grindelwald and Voldemort twisted magic for their own ends.

"So, my pencil-killing skills are of no use here?" John lamented, looking at his collection of pencils with a sense of regret. His decade of training seemed futile in a world where magic could easily outmatch any physical prowess.

Resigned yet determined, he mused, "Well, as Confucius said, 'If they come, we must be prepared.' Since they've come to me, let them face what awaits." With that, he reached out and opened the window, allowing the impatient owl to finally enter. The bird, showing its displeasure, dropped the letter onto John's face before turning to leave, not even waiting for the customary treat.

"Tsk, how impolite. I wonder if Hagrid is responsible for their upbringing," John remarked, half in jest, as he picked up the envelope. He couldn't help but comment on the quality of Hogwarts' owls as he began to open the letter.

"Dear Mr. Wick," the letter began, marking the start of an extraordinary chapter in the life of John Wick, a boy destined for greatness in a world beyond his wildest imaginations. Wick: "We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to start on September 9. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 1st. Vice Principal (Female) Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall."

"September 9, there is still some time," John mused, just as a voice echoed in his mind. [Ding, a hidden corner of the world has been discovered, initiating a series of missions: Hogwarts.]

Indeed, Goldfinger. Those who traverse worlds often possess their unique advantages, known as "golden fingers." At the tender age of five, John discovered a panel that suddenly appeared in his mind. This panel played a crucial role in his ability to master a technique that allowed him to defeat three adults with a single stroke by the age of 11. The panel was straightforward, offering two functions beyond task issuance: Support and Add Points. Support functioned like stacking various buffs in a game, while Add Points allowed for the improvement of skill levels. By completing randomly assigned tasks, John could earn blessings and bonus points. For instance, his proficiency with short weapons had reached level 7, enabling him to easily overpower three adults with nothing more than a pencil.

John had initially planned to use these points to become an all-around athlete or gain admission to top universities. However, these plans were disrupted by the arrival of the Hogwarts admission letter. A new option appeared on his panel: magic. The authenticity of the letter was beyond doubt.

It was February, and John now faced the challenge of convincing his parents, the Wicks, to accept the reality of their son being a wizard.

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"John, this joke isn't funny," Mr. Watson Wick said, looking at his son with a stern expression. "You might have used a pencil to make your father rush from the office to the school to apologize to those four children on your behalf, but you can't use these unfunny jokes to torment your father."

Watson Wick, John's father in this life, had golden brown hair, reddish-brown eyes, a prominent nose, and wore a decent suit, embodying the typical British elite. John, on the other hand, resembled his mother more. Mrs. Wick, a beauty from Russia, had black hair and exuded mature charm, even in her choice of attire.

As members of the middle-class elite, the Wick family was skeptical of Little John's claims. Mrs. Wick, aligning with Watson, held a gold-rimmed bone china cup filled with coffee, her eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and disbelief at her child's apparent fib.

"It was three, and I'm not joking," John corrected firmly. In reality, there were three bullies, and the fourth had tripped over his own feet, which had nothing to do with John.

"That's not what that little fat boy named Dudley said. He ate all the apology cake that time. My God, I don't know how he managed it," Watson said, looking at his son with a half-smile.

The more John pondered his situation after discovering he was part of the wizarding world, the more he suspected something was amiss. Could that fat Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?

Eventually, after much discussion, the Wicks agreed to give John a chance. As days passed, John even earned a new nickname from the Wicks: Little Wizard. However, word of his peculiar situation spread, and a group of children, previously at odds with John, banded together to mock him. Their taunts ceased when he brandished his pencil, sending them running home to their mothers in fear.

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