I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Feel sorry."

From that mouth that was always filled with malice and sarcasm, came out words that had not been said for a long time.

Snape said, "I'm sorry, Wick."

"As your dean, I failed to protect you."

After saying this, Snape's eyes showed confusion as he didn't know how to face the Wick family. "I will notify your parents and ask them to come and see you for the last time."

"No need," John shook his head and said, "Just leave it as it is. The more you try to keep them, the more pain you'll bring to them."

Snape was moved. He was surprised at John's calmness about death.

Unlike Voldemort, who madly resisted death, John embraced it.

"Wick, you still have time until sunset."

This was one of the few pleasant interactions between the Slytherins.

John whispered, "Professor, let the Star Order handle me."

Snape paused in his walk and turned to look at John.

John is defenseless now, and if you use Legilimency, you can easily know all his thoughts.

But Snape only had a flash of thought and then stopped.

He couldn't do such a thing in front of Slytherin's best student.

"can."

This is the last thing I can do for my students as dean.

The door of the school hospital opened and Professor McGonagall hurried in. She brought with her the attending physician of St. Mungo's Hospital, Hippocrates Smethwick.

"I've never seen anything like this." When Smethwick saw John, he couldn't help but be shocked by his current condition.

At the same time, the discontent of those who were taken away from St. Mungo's Hospital disappeared completely.

Because when he went forward to check, he accidentally touched John's hand.

The hand was dry and shrunken, like a mummy.

In this state, not to mention the bumps, even moving carelessly could cause an accident.

The more he examined, the more serious his expression became, and finally he shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "I'm sorry, he has reached the end of his rope."

"Oh, no." Professor McGonagall stepped back in disbelief.

She had seen what a high-spirited young man this was. Although she knew she was not professional enough in treatment, she still begged without knowing her own limitations: "Please, take another look."

"That's a poison that has never appeared before, mixed with dozens of deadly toxins." Smethwick shook his head and sentenced him to death. "The time before sunset is his last."

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and her hands were clutching her collar over her heart.

She looked at Snape again, and he nodded slowly.

The Potions Master said so, and it seemed that at this moment, all the good luck was not on the side of this young man.

Professor McGonagall could not accept the blow and walked out of the school hospital with heavy steps.

There were fewer people outside, and there was only one person sitting at the door.

His platinum hair was leaning against the wall, and his tie was ripped loosely and hung around his neck.

Malfoy sat there, his eyes on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Daphne was leaning against the wall, surrounded by her best friend and sister.

They comforted Daphne and told her that everything would be fine.

He is the King of Slytherin and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

The door to the hospital wing opened and Malfoy looked up.

A pair of worried eyes were cast at her, and Professor McGonagall's face turned even paler.

But she had to tell the news.

She was the deputy headmistress, and now that Dumbledore was gone, she had to take the responsibility.

She took a deep breath and faced the expectant eyes. She was going to announce the news, the news that would make everyone sad.

"John Wick..."

Malfoy and Daphne looked at her at the same time, with hope and pleading in their eyes that made Professor McGonagall unable to bear it.

She pursed her lips and said with difficulty, "We have time before sunset."

Everyone was silent.

"impossible!"

Malfoy lost control, he yelled: "He won't die, he's John!"

"Everyone is mortal, Malfoy." Snape came out.

His expression seemed to have returned to normal.

"John won't, he promised me!" Malfoy was excited.

Daphne's body went limp, and she leaned against the wall, supported by Pansy and her sister.

Snape remained rational and appeared indifferent, "Stop your barking, Malfoy."

"John Wick lets Daphne Greengrass in."

Malfoy looked back and saw Daphne breaking away from her best friend and sister and running towards the school hospital.

She couldn't keep her image and made it all the way into the room.

She saw John, who hadn't seen him for a while and looked almost human.

John moved his lips as if he was speaking.

Daphne hurried over and heard the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies.

"our promise."

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Chapter 359 I Died in the Surroundings of People

The sun sets little by little.

Daphne wished the sun would just stop, but unfortunately she was not a god and could not do anything that went against common sense.

"I don't want to be here," John said weakly.

Daphne found a wheelchair and she actually picked up John easily.

Too light.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain could turn John into this.

Daphne pushed the wheelchair in the castle, followed by a large group of students.

Almost everyone couldn't believe that the young man who was so high-spirited a few days ago had become like this in the blink of an eye.

All four members of the Star Club in school are here.

Neville Longbottom.

Draco Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory.

Daphne greengrass.

They were standing beside John at the edge of the Black Lake.

How many times have I sweated here, and how many times have I fallen here.

Strength comes first.

Once upon a time, a Muggle wizard came to Slytherin, where pure-bloods were supreme, and used his glory to open the hearts of those unruly boys and girls.

They are Slytherins, and Glory should witness glory with them.

They are sand, each of which has the potential to shine, refined into glass by a student named John Wick, hung on a tree called Hogwarts, and become the most eye-catching one.

They are proud because they are Slytherins.

They are treacherous because they are Slytherins.

They admire the strong because they are Slytherins.

They are honored because they are Slytherins.

Chasing glory, defending glory, witnessing glory, we... are glory itself.

Everyone watched in silence. They were like a black Great Wall, surrounding the upcoming bright star, trying to catch it.

The sun gradually set, and a sad atmosphere gathered over Hogwarts.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared on the other side of the Black Lake.

John felt his eyelids become extremely heavy, the poison raging through his body, and he could no longer bleed black blood.

He whispered, "It's really cold."

Malfoy took off his robe and tried to cover John with it.

But when he put down his robe, he saw the body that was not breathing.

His heart trembled violently and he numbly covered John with the robe.

Others discovered it, too.

Daphne couldn't hold back her tears.

They surrounded John like protective stars.

The brightest star.

Fallen.

The sound of crying pain spread out like burning grass.

Hogwarts reached its climax of mourning.

The professors were all silent, and Professor Flitwick took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his eyes.

Professor Sprout murmured, "Oh my God."

Professor McGonagall held onto the doorpost.

Snape's eyes were dull for a moment.

The examiners all sighed with regret, and TOEFL blamed themselves even more.

If he had agreed earlier, would this not have happened?

He felt that he no longer had the face to stay in this position.

He killed the star.

He is a sinner.

"Send him back," said Professor McGonagall.

"He asked the Order to handle his funeral," Snape said.

"It's just like……"

Before he finished speaking, everyone knew who it was.

The boy who followed John.

The bond of the Star Society is so beautiful.

But luck never favors them.

It wasn't just the star that fell, but also the stars that followed him.