I swung a sword at Hogwarts

That familiar face, with longer hair.

He came here for a date wearing the purple suit John gave him that day.

"Nagini."

Credence wasn't sure either, he fell into a deep sleep, but then woke up again.

After he found his family, he learned about his background.

Have your own name.

But he couldn't find the person he loved.

The Obscurus eroded his body, and he died not long after returning to his father's home in Godric's Hollow.

It was buried in Godric's Hollow along with the pendant that had never been taken off.

The person who was supposed to sleep forever revived after many years.

The pendant that contained the farewell gift disappeared.

Relying on the fragmentary memories in his mind, he found this place.

Nagini covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"John."

In her mind, the memories of her missing soul now flooded back like a tide.

"I hope you won't have any regrets this time."

The words when leaving echoed in Nagini's ears.

She moved.

The legs that should have been unable to move now jogged towards the embrace of those many years ago.

"You're back, Credence."

Our King, he is gentle and strong.

Our king is selfish and domineering.

Even if it is a pity, we must reverse the situation for our friends.

He saved Nagini's second half of life and made up for the regrets in her first half.

They should have died in the past, one of them, and died in the future as a vessel of evil.

Until the death of that sword, turning into a wisp of smoke, and reuniting again.

just now.

The birds, each with one wing broken, finally meet again.

She ran towards the boy she loved deeply.

Touch, hug, love.

So real, so warm.

There are no young people who die young, and no snakes that lose their humanity.

Nor are they regarded as monsters by people.

Yes, there is only a pair of lovers in love.

...

“She should have turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed towards the boy she loved, but the domineering yet gentle king would not allow tragedy to happen.

John Wick, a selfish Slytherin.

His love is so selfish that he only shares it with the people he loves.

He is an alchemist who seeks equal exchange, but he makes up for all the regrets for his friends free of charge.

He is a king loved by his subjects, but he cannot be a saint respected by all."

Chapter 563 Dumbledore, Dumbledore

Godric's Hollow.

Two figures, one old and one young, were walking here.

"What should I call you, John or...Joel?"

Dumbledore was like an old friend who had not seen him for many years, returning to this painful place.

He should have been relieved, but John made it impossible for him to be at peace.

"This is your choice," John walked into the cemetery where the three had once risked their lives and stopped, saying calmly, "Use your favorite destiny to find the name you need."

"Dumbledore, what you have escaped, what you feel guilty about."

The blooming white flowers had covered the entire tombstone. John slowly squatted down and pushed them away with his hands.

The wreath under the tombstone has grown into a whole piece.

"How long has it been since you came back?"

Hearing this question, Dumbledore's eyes were dazed and he murmured, "A long time."

"You should have discovered it, but your escape has once again cost you."

John's eyes softened as he stood up again and stretched out his left hand.

The enclosed soil was separated.

The coffin was supported by white flowers and slowly rose up.

"I don't understand," Dumbledore said, without moving his eyes away until the white coffin rose. "Why did you do this?"

"And how did you do that?"

Dumbledore had a complicated expression, but after John told him the equivalent exchange, he knew he couldn't refuse.

He was even willing to beg, plead with the boy who had violated the taboo.

Buried beneath this coffin is Dumbledore's lifelong guilt.

Once he evaded his heart, once he evaded responsibility.

Let his beloved sleep forever.

He had no way of knowing who was responsible for the accident.

But his heart was no longer complete from then on.

Saint Dumbledore, Dumbledore who loves the world, will never be a good brother.

"How?"

Hearing this question, John shook his head and laughed.

"Dumbledore, magic, like alchemy, has a price."

He looked Dumbledore straight in the eye and said expressionlessly, "Are you wondering what kind of magic that Slytherin used to violate the taboo?"

"Yes, I think so," Dumbledore sighed and said honestly, "You never cease to amaze me and always seem to be able to see right through my thoughts."

Seeing his admission, John said in an extremely indifferent voice: "My soul, the great Dumbledore."

"soul?"

"Yes, soul." John ran his finger across his heart and grinned. "There's a piece missing here."

"If you have read The Secret of Advanced Dark Magic, you should know that the formation of a Horcrux requires the sacrifice of a soul."

"Even for me, it's not easy to revive a dead person."

"But Voldemort reminded me of a way to keep a person alive even if the body is destroyed."

In front of Dumbledore's trembling pupils, John said very easily: "So I cut open her soul and made a Horcrux for her."

"My soul is no longer whole, Dumbledore."

His voice was like thunder.

Dumbledore stepped back and muttered, "Why, why do you want to separate your soul, John?"

"Perhaps it was that flower, or perhaps it was her chaotic and sincere kindness that made her willing to let me do it." John said, "It was an equal exchange. I made a deal with her."

"Now……"

The coffin slowly opened.

The young girl in her prime has turned into a skeleton.

However, that pure and flawless white flower still exists.

John held up the flower and murmured, "How ironic, this purest flower is watered with the most evil black magic."

"No," Dumbledore said, shaking his head guiltily, "the flower is pure and spotless."

Voluntary sacrifice.

John, who is most proficient in soul magic, knows best the disadvantages of soul defects, but his approach is different from Voldemort, who also made Horcruxes.

Voldemort took other people's lives in order to create Horcruxes.

Instead, he chose to separate his soul and used it to create a Horcrux for Ariana.

"Do you remember Tom's curse?" John said to himself, "The blood of my enemies, the bones of my fathers, the flesh of my servants."

"But Ariana, she's different."

“She didn’t hold a grudge against anyone.”

"At the moment of death, all she did was still love you, love..."

"Kill her, brothers."

John pulled a golden scale out of his bag and put it down.

"Then change the magic."

He looked up at Dumbledore, who was already in tears, and held out his hand.

A tear from Dumbledore's beard flew into John's hand.

The tears fell on one end of the golden scale, causing it to tilt.

"Guilty."

An animated portrait forcibly taken from the Hog's Head Tavern.

"Pity."

John pointed his finger at his head and slowly pulled out a silvery memory.

"Nostalgia."

The three objects were placed on the scale, and John placed the white flower on the other side.

A magical scene occurred on the tilted scale.

The weight of a flower caused the side where the three things were placed to start shaking.

John watched silently until the scales stopped swinging and balanced on both sides.

Taking out the scepter that represented resurrection, John held it horizontally, emitting ancient and obscure notes.

The golden scepter gradually melted, and the golden liquid flowed into the coffin.

A magical scene happened.

The dry bones melted quickly and merged with the scepter.

John took out a bottle, opened it, and sprinkled the soil inside into the coffin.

"The land of my hometown."

Then he plucked a flower from the bushes that surrounded the tomb and threw it into the grave.