I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John smiled knowingly.

A wisp of flame burst out from the sword.

It seems that there is a fire dragon living in it, with the power to destroy the world.

As the seventh rune lit up, the sword began to reveal its true appearance to John.

An ancient whisper like a dragon's roar came from his throat.

Obscure and incomprehensible.

"I am a fire dragon."

As the voice fell, flames ignited on the silver sword.

The wizard's mist has arrived in front of him.

The flames broke free from the fog, transformed into a flying dragon, and sank into the wizard's body.

The wizard stretched out his hand with difficulty towards John, his skull-like face full of unwillingness.

"The white flame will purify the world!"

With endless regret, the wizard let out a final roar.

Starting from between his brows, flames emerged from a red mark.

The red flames burned all over his body, completely engulfing him.

A rectangular box with a toothed seal fell from him.

John stood at the city gate with a sword in his hand.

A blood-red light penetrated into the sword, and the eighth rune lit up.

The flames subsided.

The sword's appearance changed.

It was as if the dust had been removed, revealing an exquisite and special sword inside.

Silver Wick Sword.

This is the true appearance of the silver sword.

John stroked the empty gem on it, feeling a little emotional.

The White Wolf reappears.

It stood in the mist, staring at John with its icy blue eyes and baring its fangs in a demonstrative manner.

John gripped the sword in his hand, and his eyes gradually turned gray.

"It seems that you are also one of the trials."

He slowly walked out of the city gate and approached the white wolf step by step.

"Tell me who you are?"

The tip of Silver Wick's sword touched the ground.

Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the golden flame left a trail.

The flames cut a golden line through the white.

Yennefer was always paying attention to the overall battlefield and she noticed this scene.

"John, come back." She called John's name, asking him to go back to defend.

But John's brain sent her no reply.

"John!"

After Yennefer called out several times without success, she had no choice but to look for someone else.

"Triss, guard the gate."

After receiving the order, Triss hurried to the city gate.

She saw the flames on the ground, and the flames would not disappear but would always exist.

Eternal Fire.

"John, come back!" Triss called out.

John walked towards the white wolf and heard no sound.

...

The night passed.

Ciri walked out of the house.

It was foggy outside.

Through the mist, she saw a white wolf.

It’s the same as what I saw yesterday, but a little different.

She was stunned and murmured, "What is that?"

Yes, what is that?

She was the second person who could see the white wolf.

I sensed an unusual aura from the white wolf.

It's not a monster, nor is it an animal.

It was something unspeakable, it was like a disaster, covered with white frost, and seemed to swallow up the entire world.

A huge fear struck Xirui's heart, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes turned white.

It was like snowflakes flying into my eyes.

She was going to be buried.

suddenly.

A little flame.

It is golden.

Burning forever on the earth.

Melted the snow in my eyes.

Xirui gasped and sat there.

Confusion entered her brain, and the ancient blood in her body made her mutter mysterious words.

...

John saw the winter day, and endless white dust submerged the continent.

The scene was like...

Eternal freeze.

The thing that he had brought to the world of the Gate of Things was surging in his mind wildly.

"Ice Box, forever frozen, white frost descends."

The scenes kept switching, and John heard a voice in the mist.

“You must know that the time of sword and axe is near, the age of the winter wolf and snow.

The time of white frost and white light is coming, a time of madness and contempt: the time of the end.

The world will die in the frost and be reborn in the new sun.

That is also the time when the seeds sown by the ancient blood are reborn.

This will not sprout, but will ignite a flame.

This is inevitable!"

The voice seemed familiar, as if I had heard it before.

The grayness in his eyes occupied his entire eyes, but he was conscious.

This strange feeling, different from other prophetic states, made John's mind seem to have entered an age of chaos.

Chaos particles were entangled around him.

These things came to him but did not enter him.

John looked at the white wolf and said solemnly, "The Era of the Cold Wolf and Snow."

His sword was ablaze with golden flames.

“This is why it’s becoming more and more real,” John murmured, “The blood of the demon hunter has allowed the world to find me.”

"An unexpected child of this world."

He glanced at the flames on Silver Wick's sword and said to himself, "Is it fate?"

The ninth trial, the white wolf in front of you.

The disasters of this world are also the destiny of the world.

"The accidental child who once broke the magic destiny came to this world to bear the destiny."

John slowly lowered his sword, his face cold, "You are treating me like a tool."

Just like before.

Stregobor and Fury.

They forced John to make a choice.

The same is true for this world.

If he fails to complete the trial, John will not be able to return to his former world.

His classmates, friends, family there, everything was out of reach.

If he kills the white wolf, he will bear the curse of the disaster and turn into the bearer of the white frost, leading the disaster out of the world and taking it to another place.

It is better to say that it is a sacrifice than a killing.

"I see. The so-called trial should have ended long ago." John looked up at the battlefield. Life was as fragile as paper.

Accept the arrangement?

Then he wouldn’t be John Wick!

He grasped the witcher amulet and pulled it hard.

The amulet was torn off, and a magic circle composed of lines and circles appeared in his hand.

John inserted the Silver Wick sword into the ground and clapped his hands.

The amulet changed rapidly in the palm of his hand.

Melted into a pool of silver light.

He held the Silver Light in his left hand and drew out the Silver Wick Sword with his right hand.

John pressed the ninth rune on the sword.

The heat burned the skin in the palm of his hand. Even with the skin of a fire dragon, it was extremely hot at this moment.

The silver amulet was embedded into the sword bit by bit.

When John released his hand, the location of the ninth rune was occupied by silver.

John said coldly: "Don't try to control me."

Slytherin will not be changed by others.

But the world is going to change for me!

The white wolf was gradually disappearing, and along with it, the amulet belonging to the witcher also disappeared.

John branded a circle in his left hand.

This means that the demon hunter Yadani is dead and now in this world.