I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Why do you look so confident?

Fortunately, Watson didn't hesitate for long. He asked, "Are you going to work at your uh...magic company today?"

As a father, Watson still found it a little difficult to accept the past week.

I worked hard to start my own business, but it turned out that my son had already started his own company several years ago.

So, I work so hard just to satisfy myself?

Watson was very depressed.

John nodded, he still had to go to Silver Hand Manor.

Mrs. Wick brewed the new jasmine tea that Daphne had sent her.

Tasting tea from the wizarding world, it seems that there is not much difference from Muggle society.

John finished his bread and went to the basement and reached Silverhand Manor through the fireplace.

Heinrich lived here.

John came over to check on him.

This is the first person in the wizarding world to have completely died and been resurrected in all these years.

It's not surprising that John, a seventh-level alchemist, personally examined it.

Perhaps using the elixir as the subject of his remodeled physical body, Heinrich's body was full of vitality.

John watched as Heinrich cut his palm, and without the use of magic, it quickly healed into a red mark.

“It’s amazing.”

John created a total of one and a half lives.

The first is the Crooked-Horned Snorlax, a completely new creature created through a state of magical runaway.

The other half is Heinrich, who uses the Holy Grail to create a body to receive the soul again.

Judging from the current situation, each of these and a half has its own special features.

After the inspection, John looked out the door, held his forehead and said, "You should think of a way to make Jin less clingy."

Heinrich's face darkened and he looked outside. A big golden retriever like Golden was peeking out there.

After Heinrich was resurrected, this kid was afraid that he would die again.

John said, "I'll give you a break, just take it as a way to relax."

Heinrich said expressionlessly, "No need."

"No," John said earnestly, "you need it."

As Edgar the one who caught the light, Heinrich really needed a break.

"For a trip at public expense, I need you to go to America and then to France."

John said, "I am planning to open another branch, and I need you to communicate the details with Nagini."

Well, this wasn’t just a simple tour, and Heinrich didn’t continue to refuse.

After the two left, John leaned back in his chair, looking a little haggard.

He rubbed his eyes. This time it wasn't just color blindness.

His vision became increasingly blurry.

If this trend continues, I might go blind.

"It needs to be checked." John pondered for a moment and decided to give himself a comprehensive check-up.

He stood up, his head spinning.

Holding on to the table, John looked uncertain.

"what happened?"

It's not right.

Something is extremely wrong.

John looked at his hand and saw a circular mark on it.

The door of things.

What's going on here?

John stared at the circle.

"Very surprised?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears.

He looked up and saw an unexpected person appear in the study.

grim Reaper.

To be precise, it didn't appear, but was reflected in John's eyes.

The Grim Reaper said in a distorted and hoarse voice: "Playing with death never ends well. Moreover, you have broken the iron law of the wizarding world."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the Grim Reaper seems to be gloating over other people’s misfortune.

"Even the god of death, who controls life and death, has no power to resurrect people."

"You did something that broke the rules, and you have to pay the price."

Death stretched out his finger, and although it was not in this world, John could feel his body being touched.

The skeleton finger poked John's chest, and a distorted, hoarse voice that couldn't tell whether it was male or female said, "You've angered the world."

"You will be punished, and the price is..."

John looked down at his left hand and saw golden sand flowing out of his arm.

The silver soul and the black soul-devouring curse were leaking out of his right hand.

Black and purple energy surged out of his eyes.

"Maybe we'll meet, maybe we won't."

Death waved to John and said, "Farewell, you who play with death and challenge the rules."

John felt like he was being sucked out of his body.

And at this moment in the sky.

There were traces on the sky during the day, which seemed to be traces of collision.

"Ouch——!"

The howling of a wolf sounded in his ears, and John's face changed.

He seemed to see the White Wolf, a disaster from another world, approaching him.

When he opened his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to the one he was in before entering the Gate of Things.

He saw the intersection and collision of worlds, the resulting breaking of rules, and the creation of the gap between worlds.

“A true meeting of the celestial spheres.”

John took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he would be exiled, and exiled by magic.

It seemed that his unruly behavior had angered the magic.

Now he either waits to be expelled into another world or takes the initiative to attack.

"Since you know that I don't follow the rules, then you should be prepared for me to not follow the rules."

John was never one to sit still and wait for death. His eyes changed into vertical pupils and he raised his right hand.

There is an unfinished contract on it.

The Gate of Things draws lines that intersect with a witch from another world.

Heading to that world?

No, John just wanted to use this power to exchange for something.

"Exchange of equal value."

There was a chaotic light in John's eyes.

The next second, golden flames ignited in his right hand, and a key appeared in his palm.

A second before being completely exiled, he used the key to open a space.

There is a huge stone monument inside.

John clutched the locket on his chest and entered the Monolith.

The next second, the huge stone monument was destroyed by the power of exile.

When John opened his eyes again, it was all endless darkness.

He didn't know where he was, but what was certain was that he was still in his original world.

The sound of footsteps rang beside his ears.

This was followed by a woman's voice.

"Where did this little wizard come from?"

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Chapter 510 1899, Godric's Hollow

Bathilda Bagshot is a writer.

She has an interest in books above all else, including the pursuit of love.

My greatest interest is to organize what I know and find into a note.

This gave her a strong interest in the history of magic.

She was not a stunning beauty when she was young, because she often stayed in the library, which made her originally pretty appearance replaced by the title of nerd.

Because she herself is a little slow to react to other things.

But Bathilda didn't care; she had graduated from that school decades earlier.

What happened in the past could not change her, and she would often stay in her house.

One day, the old aunt had a sudden impulse and walked out of the house. She walked through her neighbor's yard full of morning glories.

See the courtyard and the closed doors and windows.

Bathilda was filled with compassion.

Not long ago, the children there got out of control and caused the death of the beautiful woman.

I even brought a cake to her home and tried to become friends with her.

It’s a pity that the lady didn’t take her piece of cake.

Later, the eldest son of that family got his own review in a magazine, and the whole family gradually started to interact with me.

She felt pity for the children in this family, whose father left because of his extreme behavior and whose mother died.

There were three children left, the youngest of whom was a girl who was ill.

Walking from this yard, Bathilda followed a stream and entered a quiet woods.

This is a place where few people come, where she can fully relax her tired mind from reading.

But today, there is one more person in this quiet and peaceful forest.

He was a boy who looked delicate and fragile.

His snow-white hair and lifeless eyes made him look pitiful.

Even old aunt Bathilda, who didn't care much about other things, couldn't help but want to hug this fragile boy at this moment.

She tried to strike up a conversation with the boy.