I swung a sword at Hogwarts

There was no sign at all, as if the Sword of Silver Wick had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

The space remains the same. If you don't go there, you will be trapped in it for the rest of your life.

John took a deep breath, pulled out his wand and gripped it tightly.

When he saw his arm, John discovered that there was a golden mark under the skin of his left hand.

Unable to wipe off, John saw the black mark on his other hand.

“I can only go in.”

He stayed in this space for a long time and took out his pocket watch to take a look at it.

The pocket watch has stopped and time has stood still.

Mustering up his courage and taking another step, John walked towards the crack.

On the other side of the crack, there was nothingness.

There was no up or down, and countless broken lenses covered every direction.

If the hazy fantasy is a minimalist art, then this place is complex and gorgeous.

When my foot stepped on the lens, there was a creaking sound, and the mirror fragments seemed to be about to shatter in the next second.

John stood on it and the mirror did not break.

He didn't know where the exit was, so he could only keep moving forward.

At the same time he discovered that his sword was not there at all.

"Did it fall to a different place?"

After some thought, John moved in one direction.

John didn't know how long he walked before he came across a mirror.

The moment he touched it, he saw the reflection in the mirror change.

A disheveled man was adding something to the crucible. He looked crazy. His wife came over and insulted him, so he chopped off his hand and threw it into the crucible.

His wife was scared away, but he didn't care and continued to refine the tea for ten years.

But until the moment of death, I still haven't got what I wanted.

John stared at the mirror thoughtfully, then touched the other mirror.

There is also an alchemist inside. He is different from the previous one. He has elegant manners, loves his wife, is kind to his son, and is kind to his friends.

It can be said that this is a very perfect person, a good husband, a good father, and a good friend.

But every night, the man would always go to the secret base where alchemical materials were placed.

He had a happy life, but gradually, his wife died, his son grew up and left home, and his friend lost a leg in an adventure.

The man became more eager for that thing, and he immersed himself in the materials day and night.

At the age of fifty, he finally died in a secret base that no one knew about.

Then the next one, and the next one.

This is true for everyone, some are happy, some are sad, some are rich, some are poor.

Without exception, they are all alchemists, travelers who never stop on their pursuit.

Suddenly, in the next mirror, the reflection turned into a man, who looked at John with a half-smile.

"John Wick, I'm glad you're here."

John realized that this was not a reflection, but a living person.

No, it doesn't seem right to say living people.

John looked warily at the man who emerged from the mirror. He had clothes made of feathers and looked like a big white bird.

He was probably in his twenties and was holding an oak cane.

"Do you know me?" John asked.

The man smiled, walked out of the mirror, and said, "Of course I know you. I know every alchemist. You are the most special one. It took a long time to get here."

"Shi Shan?" John followed the other person after hearing that.

"It's just that time jumps randomly. The people I saw last time have turned into bones. You are the only one who can make it."

His eyes are pink, as if they can see through people's hearts.

A door appeared in front of me. It looked ordinary and seemed both harmonious and awkward in this space.

The man stopped and turned to look at John with a smile. "You are one of the few people who have come here in all these years. You can call me Alchemist Zero, and this place..."

Alchemist Zero pointed at the door and said in a solemn and serious tone, "This is called the Gate of Things. Only those who have reached the pinnacle of alchemy can reach the realm beyond."

John looked at the simple door and saw nothing special about it.

John, who refused to give up, used Insight. At this moment, the door in front of his eyes changed, and countless chaotic garbled codes rushed into his brain.

John took two steps back with a pale face, gasping for breath and not daring to look anymore.

"You are more capable than I thought, as you were able to discover the special features of the Gate of Things."

Alchemist Zero showed an admiring look on his face, patted John on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Go, that is your reward. Push open the Door of Things and you can get everything you want, whether it is magic, money, or status."

His voice was extremely seductive, but John looked up at him, his deep eyes piercing through people's hearts, and asked coldly: "So...what's the price?"

Alchemist Zero was not expecting this question and was stunned for a moment. John had already straightened up and said calmly, "The basic rule of alchemy is that there is no free gold."

"You are very smart." Alchemist Zero put away his smile and said calmly, "Those alchemists who came here have basically forgotten about this matter."

He did not hide it and said, "The price, any price, it could be your arm, it could be your eyes, it could be your body or even... your soul."

When he said the last two words, Alchemist Zero put on a smile again and said, "You don't seem to lack these. The Gate of Things is the highest reward for alchemists. Its status is higher than that of the Philosopher's Stone. You won't be willing to give it up."

After that he stopped talking and John looked at the door quietly.

The Gate of Matter is the supreme being in alchemy, able to complete all alchemy, even the most forbidden souls.

As long as you push it, any wish can come true.

Correspondingly, he needs to pay a price, this is an equal exchange.

From the moment he entered this space, John had been thinking about how to go back, and the Gate of Things seemed to be a good choice.

John walked over, and as he passed by, Alchemist Zero had a sneer in his eyes, full of mockery.

Just as his hand was about to touch the door, John paused, turned around and asked, "The highest reward for an alchemist?"

"of course."

Alchemist Zero nodded without hesitation, but John smiled and asked, "Have you seen a man named Nicolas Flamel?"

"Nicholas Flamel?"

Alchemist Zero was stunned, and John's body suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of him.

With his wand in reverse grip, Alchemist Zero didn't react before he heard a cracking sound in his neck.

The tip of the magic wand pierced through like a poisonous snake, and when it was pulled out, Alchemist Zero fell down without realizing it.

He couldn't believe it, and his expression became increasingly ferocious.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He covered his neck and there was a hissing sound of air leaking out as he spoke.

John showed disdain and sneered, "Have you forgotten that we just met outside?"

"Extis."

A drop dripped from the tip of the wand, not blood, but something black as ink.

Before being dragged into this space, John saw the face condensed from the curse.

He was familiar with the face, because the owner of that face used to torture himself every time he used the soul potion.

Axtis, the creator of the Dementors.

His young face appeared in this space, and John used his wand to try to use magic.

Well, no.

But this actually made John feel at ease. To him, no one could use magic, so this was John's Happy House.

"Nicolas Flamel created the Philosopher's Stone. He is undoubtedly the greatest alchemist. He didn't even come here. How credible are your words?"

John looked sarcastic. Axtis probably couldn't have imagined that Nicolas Flamel was still alive.

That's why Axestis was so surprised when he heard the name Nicolas Flamel.

When his identity was exposed, Axtis had a gloomy face, but soon he smiled.

"John Wick, thanks to you, I came to this place, and it is also because of you that I can wake up again."

Axtis's arms were like silk threads being unraveled, with black threads floating around his body. He raised his eyebrows and said with sarcasm on his face, "In return, I will make you my new work of art."

"It's not necessary."

John sneered, gripping his wand tighter in his hand.

This old bastard actually pretended to be an NPC to trick me into opening the door to things.

Gan!

It's all over if I don't do it!

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Chapter 167 Axtis and Sacrifice

Axtis can use curses because he himself is a curse, but it is limited to controlling the physical body.

He was originally dead, but because of the curse left on the Dementors and the Time Turner, he regained consciousness.

Originally John wondered why Axtis tortured people to create Dementors.

This kind of pure evil that harms others and does not benefit oneself looks like a psychopath.

Now it seems that he is really nervous, but he is not without profound meaning.

An unexpected birth created an immortal Axtis.

As long as he leaves this space, Axtis will gain eternal life.

It was such a good deal that John couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, he did laugh.

"awesome."

John covered his face with his hands and laughed, his laughter rising from low to high.

A greedy look was revealed between his fingers, a look that even puzzled Axtis.

"It seems you are very confident." Axtis couldn't stand such a look. He has always been the one taking the initiative, and it is still the same now.

But John seemed to be the one who had the initiative. He looked at him as if he was looking at an object. He said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Me? I think of happy things."

Trying his best to suppress the curve on the corner of his mouth, John said with a smile: "You want me to open the Gate of Things and use it to return to the world, right?"

Having his thoughts exposed, Axtis also laughed, and his laugh was particularly crazy, "You know? It doesn't matter, I will take you in."

"No, no, no," John waved his hands and said with a smile, "What I mean is, is there a possibility that I am planning to do the same?"

A mirror floated over and stood between the two of them, and when they left again, John was gone.

Axtis' eyes widened. He didn't notice any magical fluctuations. How was this done?

Suddenly, a whisper came into my ear.

"You know, a person who has lived for hundreds of years should be worth a lot of money."

Axtis's black thread suddenly turned and shattered a mirror, but there was no one there.