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He is unlike any other Slytherin. There is a saying in the Slytherin common room, "The little wizard who disobeys will be killed and then be eaten by the Night Stalker." Friend of the Shadows, the master of Assassination skills and weapons, the Night Stalker whom his enemies fear. The glory made him the pride of Slytherin. When the Dark Lord arrived, John emerged from the shadows, "Whoever comes, Whoever it is, I'll kill them. I'll kill them all !!!" With a Wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he will give Death Eaters the hell they deserve! ________ Read ahead at—> Patre on . com/Dragonel ________ John Wick wasn't exactly the Dark Lord... he was the one you sent to kill the f*cking Dark Lord. I saw him kill Voldemort when he was a teen... not by a spell.. but by stabbing his brain with a wand. Stabbing his brain with a f*cking wand! _____ This is a Translation. Original MTL: I wield a sword at Hogwarts
♥Here goes the first chapter♥
Year 1991
Mafia zone, Restricted area, Manor Number 6, Privet Drive.
In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the second-floor window, casting a glow on the wooden floor.
A rhythmic tapping interrupted the boy's focused effort of sharpening his pencil.
He looked up to see a round shadow projected on the floor.
When he identified the source of the shadow, he couldn't help but mutter.
"I know I'm not an ordinary person."
"But this is a bit much."
The eleven-year-old boy was a head taller than most children his age.
His tall and slender frame was complemented by a grey-blue vest suit, with a golden pocket watch chain adding an air of elegance to the simple pencil sharpener in his hand, which seemed as refined as a wine glass.
He stood up and moved from the shadow into the sunlight.
The sunlight glistened on his smooth, black hair, his feather-like eyelashes fluttering in the sun streaming into the room.
His red-brown eyes squinted slightly against the bright light, and his thin, light-red lips pressed into a slight line beneath his sharp and handsome nose.
With a half-Slavic heritage, the boy did not have the characteristic freckles of European children; his fair and delicate face looked like that of a prince from a fairy tale.
He neatly arranged the pencils on the desk, his movements elegant as if he were handling a piece of art.
John Wick stared outside, where an owl persistently tapped on his window, holding a letter in its beak.
This made him ponder deeply.
An owl in itself wasn't strange—this era wasn't the one with the futuristic Emails, the world wasn't that judgemental such as domestication of an owl was normal, and writing letters wasn't unusual either.
But an owl delivering a letter was quite odd.
He didn't open the glass window and squinted his eyes, carefully observing the letter, he saw that the envelope was made of heavy parchment, with writing in emerald green ink.
Up to this point, things were still fine, but the issue lay in the wax seal in the middle.
It was a crest featuring a large 'H', surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
"Don't tell me.. Could it be that?"
From John's name, it was clear he had a penchant for peace, yet he harbored an undisclosed secret.
Yes, he was a transmigrator.
Well, after transmigration to this world, he has forgotten many things about his previous life and developed partial amnesia. He still remembered many things but many other things are a bit blurry.
However, since coming to this world, he knew he was not an ordinary person, especially since he was John Wick.
Sharing a name with the infamous assassin who slaughtered a gang over a dog in the "John Wick" series, such a name destined him for an extraordinary life.
For this reason, he had specially trained to kill three people with a single pencil, honing his skills on his peers, and earning the title of "Pencil Killer."
He was confident that even in dangerous situations, he could calmly draw a pencil and threaten his opponent to lay down their weapon.
But he never expected that he indeed lived in an extraordinary world, not an ordinary one.
Judging from the owl and letter's symbol, this is a world that had wizards who could wave a wand and make someone forget everything or delve into your mind to retrieve desired information.
He mildly remembers about the Harry Potter movies and novels. Well, everything is blurry, only some things like the plot of Dumbledore painting Harry as the savior and a villain without a nose named Voldemort as well as a cool Johny d—*ehm*—Grindelwald...*Sigh*
Must have been the shock his mind had gone through after 'that' accident before being transmigrated here.
A group of people with supernatural powers, including twisted lunatics like Grindelwald and Voldemort.
"So, my pencil-killing skills are wasted?"
John regretted looking at the neatly arranged pencils. His ten years of persistent 'weapon' training turned out to be in a magical world.
No matter how skilled an assassin is, could he kill a wizard?
For wizards, even the most challenging ailments could be easily cured, not to mention their elusive magic.
"Forget it, as Confucius said, since we have come, we might as well settle down. Since we're here, let's bury them here."
After some hesitation, he opened the window.
The owl, waiting outside for a long time, finally flew in, angrily dropping the letter on John's face.
The owl turned and flew away, not even bothering to peck on food as it usually did.
'This hateful child was to be Hogwarts' new student, how unlucky.' The owl must have thought.
"Tsk, so rude. Are these owls raised by Hagrid? How can he tolerate them?"
John took down the envelope, complaining about the Hogwarts owls' manners, and opened the letter.
"Dear Mr. Wick,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."
"September 1st? there's still some time."
At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding, discovering a hidden corner of the world, initiating a series of tasks: Hogwarts.]
Indeed, he has a cheat.
A so-called transmigrator's golden finger.
At five years old, John discovered a panel appearing in his mind.
This was why he could master the skill of killing three people with one pencil at eleven years old.
The panel was very simple, aside from issuing tasks, it had only two functions.
Blessings and skill points.
Blessing, as the name suggests, is similar to stacking buffs in a game.
Skill points could enhance skill levels.
Both Blessings and Skill Points could be obtained by completing randomly issued tasks.
For instance, John's proficiency in short weapons had reached level 7, allowing him to easily defeat three adults with just a pencil.
According to his original plan, he intended to use skill points to become an all-around athlete or get into the top universities.
These plans were disrupted by this acceptance letter.
The panel added a new element—magic power.
This undoubtedly confirmed the authenticity of the letter.
Now it was July.
John needed to figure out how to make his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, accept the fact that their son was a wizard.
…
"John, this joke is not funny."
Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son with a serious expression. "You may have successfully made your father come running from the office to your school to apologize to four kids you 'used' your pencil on, but you can't torment your father with such unfunny jokes."
Watson Wick, John's father in this life, had golden brown hair and red-brown eyes. With a high nose bridge and a well-fitting suit, he epitomized the British elite.
In fact, John resembled his mother more. Mrs. Wick, a brunette beauty from the US, California, had the same black hair, and even her dress exuded mature charm.
As modern elites, the Wick family didn't believe John's words.
Mrs. Wick, aligned with Watson, held a gold-rimmed bone cup of coffee, her eyes showing helplessness at the child's lie.
"It was three, and I'm not joking," John retorted.
It was indeed three people, the other one had run over and tripped by himself, which had nothing to do with him.
"Is that so? That chubby boy, Dudley, didn't say so. He even ate the entire apology cake all by himself, I don't know how he managed to do it."
Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.
Now realizing he was in a magical world, John grew more puzzled. Could that chubby Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?
Ultimately, after John's persistent argument, the Wick couple reluctantly agreed to give John a chance.
And so, the days passed.
John earned a new nickname from the Wick couple, "Little Wizard."
But this news somehow spread, and a group of kids who didn't get along with John teamed up to mock him, only to be scared off by him drawing a pencil, running home to cry to their mothers.
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