I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Christmas is coming.

As the head of the Wick family, Watson, who has a noble family status, is a little sad.

The Christmas tree was lit, and the small gift bought for Ariana was placed under the tree.

Mrs. Wick glanced at Watson, who was huddled in the corner of the sofa and muttered.

The underground president who is all-powerful outside is like a child who has not grown up at home.

He missed the Christmas he used to spend in the Magic World, which was a hundred times more fun than here.

"John." Watson depressedly let go of the Snitch in his hand.

The golden ball sprouted two leaf-shaped wings, and the speed was as fast as a golden stream of light.

The moment it was released from the hand, it took off quickly.

When he was about to leave his grasp, the palm seemed to have eyes and quickly grabbed the Golden Snitch again.

The Golden Snitch couldn't escape the Wuzhi Mountain, and Watson let go and re-grabbed him again and again.

If there is a Quidditch Seeker here, then this action can be understood as having a very important show-off significance.

There was a fire burning in the Wicker's fireplace, and Watson sighed quietly.

My own son won’t be home for Christmas either.

The most important thing is, your dad and I want to go to the Magic World for the holidays.

Watson is very resentful, like a resentful woman who has been abandoned.

Mrs. Wick couldn't stand him anymore, so she rolled her eyes at him and revealed his thoughts, "You are just waiting for John's gift, right?"

"Ahem, this year's gifts came too late." Unable to maintain his resentful image, Watson coughed twice and took out the gifts he had prepared.

"I've prepared gifts."

"It's true that John didn't even say a word when he came back first."

Watson complained: "He was always running outside at Privet Drive."

"My son is getting older." Watson sighed.

Mrs. Wick said nothing. She came and sat down beside her husband.

On the sofa, the couple leaned on each other.

The elegant Mrs. Wick's eyes reflected the dancing fire.

"Our children are all grown up," Mrs. Wick said softly.

Watson put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said, "He saved his parents."

When Mrs. Wick heard this, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

"Do you really think..."

"We escaped a disaster," Watson said in a deep voice without the usual imprudence at home, "those assassinations that suddenly appeared on us, and those changes at the high table."

"There are people who want to take me down, and there are people who want to take action on our children."

"There are people besides Hydra, Rumlow told me a lot," a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, "No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price."

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

At this moment, Watson is the underground president who makes people fear him.

Mrs. Wick touched the face that was no longer young. Like a little girl, she found a backbone to rely on.

Watson stared into the flames.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the glass.

Mrs. Wick, who was still leaning on her husband's arms, felt the people around her leave quickly, causing her to change from sitting to lying on her side.

Mrs. Wick looked on silently.

Watson was seen standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, scratching his head and unable to find a way to open it.

Outside, a snow-white owl was knocking on the glass over and over again.

Three gift boxes were carried.

In the end, Basil flew to the window of the room and flew in again.

Basil, who still had some unmelted snowflakes on his head, shook his head and shook the snowflakes off.

Watson can't wait to open his own gift.

A pair of anti-monster glasses that he couldn't wait to put on.

Mrs. Wick retracted her previous words.

...

Christmas for wizards is similar to that of ordinary people.

Nothing more than a Christmas tree and a Christmas dinner.

This year's Christmas dinner is definitely the most exciting night in school.

Smedley remained motionless, and the fish soup he scooped up dripped onto the plate without even noticing it.

Eleanor's mouth fell open, and Bertram didn't know where to put his hands.

Gerald, who was more knowledgeable, frequently looked sideways.

Even Martha was blushing like a little girl at this time.

John looked at the first group of students of the Silver Hand School for Gifted Youngsters speechlessly, and said angrily: "Eat, what are you looking at?"

"Are you John's students?" Thor said with a smile, wearing loose clothes with a cartoon Thor on them, "My name is Thor, Thor Odinson."

God knows, the students who were discussing the Avengers not long ago turned around and saw the most popular person among the Avengers. They felt as if they were dining with a superstar.

Saul didn't realize how famous he was, so he put his arm around John's shoulders and patted him hard, "I'm John's good friend."

Only then did the students realize that their principal still had this relationship.

Little did he know that Thor was also curious as to why John, a powerful wizard king, would set up a school.

The children were on pins and needles after the meal, and John began to regret inviting Saul to come with him.

Mainly because Sol started running towards him every two days.

Possibly because he fell in love with John's wine, Saul was particularly active when he came.

This Christmas was also very lively.

John received a gift from his parents, which was a watch and a bearskin.

The bearskin was most likely a gift from my mother.

There were also some munitions, but John took a look and put them aside.

Sometimes he really doubted whether his uncles were not doing serious business.

There's even a gun made of gold inside.

But my eldest nephew gave me so much gold, so it’s not unusual to use any of it.

Thor loved Christmas, even though there was no such holiday in Asgard.

But he liked the atmosphere of giving gifts.

He gave John a gift, which he heard was wine from Asgard, but John put it aside.

Thor also saw the superpowers of those students.

Judging by his words, he would probably become an excellent warrior in a few years.

He spoke highly of Martha and personally taught Bertram how to use electricity.

This made Bertram almost faint with joy.

But happy times are always short-lived.

Thor soon left here because of his mission.

He is an Avenger after all.

After this incident, the students trained harder.

It is Smedley who is making rapid progress.

She actually developed abilities other than flying, telekinesis.

This was discovered during a snowball fight. She can change the flight trajectory of snowballs through her thoughts.

After development, it became able to make rocks as big as a fist fly.

John gave Bertram a Christmas present.

When he opened the long box gift, he was also stunned.

That's an arm.

The dark golden appearance looks cool and cool, and there are many exquisite patterns on it that are suitable for middle school boys.

Bertram, who was originally feeling inferior because of his broken arm, suddenly became the most enviable of the trio.

Eleanor got herself a blindfold, like a pirate captain.

John watched silently, thinking of a braised egg.

Martha's blood blade can be condensed into shape, and its hardness is no less than steel.

This school only officially started teaching this winter.

Under the personal command of the Witch King, they also made rapid progress.

Gerald officially became the administrator, and he gave all the money to the teachers before the end of Christmas.

During this period, he also gained a lot.

When John handed him the keys to the school, he hesitated.

"Principal, can I really do this?" Gerald is kind and tolerant, but also has weaknesses.

He was born in an orphanage and suffered from low self-esteem, so he was often bullied during school.

He naturally knew the responsibility that this key carried, and he became a little worried about gains and losses, and became timid.

John didn't force him, "You can refuse, but this is your only chance."

"You clearly remember every corner of this school where you grew up," John said lightly. "This key has extraordinary magic power. It can open any door. You should know the importance it represents."

Gerald gritted his teeth, struggling internally.

A key that can open all doors. If he does not become an administrator, there is no way to know whether another administrator is good or bad.

He finally decided to become an administrator.

John didn't let him work for nothing, the salary was higher than his part-time job.

As Christmas comes to an end, so does the new year.

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