I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"The flower of the final residence."

A body indistinguishable from Ariana appears in the coffin.

This was the spell and preparation used by the despicable Herpo to resurrect, but it was a bargain for John.

It also saves him the trouble of finding another solution.

"And finally," John looked at Ariana's body, picked up the white Horcrux flower, and blew gently, "the soul."

The white flower turned into petals and flew towards Ariana.

After a long silence.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

In the evening light, the girl opened her eyes as blue as the sky.

Long years passed.

Nearly a century of regret.

Even the greatest wizards have trouble controlling their emotions.

Dumbledore was trembling, his old eyes were covered with tears, and he could not see the girl's expression.

But he knew that his sister was back.

The regret and guilt from a century ago all burst out at this moment.

He was howling like an old scoundrel.

After loving the world for so long, Dumbledore finally lets go for his family.

Ariana, who woke up again, looked at the old man strangely.

Suddenly, she saw the young man.

As always, she held out her hand.

John was stunned and handed his wand to him to grab.

"Good afternoon, Ariana."

Ariana seemed to change, and she mustered up the courage to say, "Afternoon, Joel."

The orange light of dusk hit the side of John's face.

"We need to get reacquainted," John smiled and held out his hand, "John Wick, hello, Ariana."

Ariana, her life ended at the age of six and her life ended at the age of fourteen.

At the age of 112, she was reborn.

John looked back and saw purple and blue.

As if they were in a safe house with nothing in it, the two of them snuggled up to each other and relied on each other.

Nagini let go of Credence's hand and ran towards John, pulling him into her arms.

"What a... gentle king."

Nagini's tears fell on John's shoulder.

That voice full of heartache, "Are you tired, my king?"

He flashes three times, the king who calculates everything.

Lean in my arms and take a nap.

You are too tired.

"That's a little bit true."

John smiled.

Reminded of this, John felt an immense heaviness coming over him.

John has no sister.

In Nagini, he felt a kind of care that was different from maternal love.

You can let go of anything.

Have a peaceful sleep.

Dumbledore?

Never mind. It’s none of my business if that old scoundrel is throwing a tantrum.

He looked past Nagini to Credence.

In a tone that was familiar to Credence, he said, "Credence, I think I am a little late."

"Perhaps I should call you Dumbledore."

"Haha, three Dumbledores."

"Dumbledore and Dumbledore, it's hard to tell them apart..."

He muttered, eyes closed, leaning against Nagini's arms.

Credence slowly knelt on one knee and said to the king who was mumbling, "Yes, I have found my origins..."

"My king, please let me follow you. This time, I am strong enough."

He lowered his head, which he had not lowered beside Grindelwald, in the setting sun.

Dumbledore, Dumbledore, Dumbledore.

A relief that makes up for regrets, a piety that finds a home, and a dependence after rebirth.

...

Chapter 564: Sleepyhead, Adopted Daughter

John could recover after two hours of sleep, but this time, he had a rare free time, so he simply gave himself a holiday.

Drive out the father who keeps asking you which of those pretty girls is your girlfriend.

John lay on the bed, and Basil and Riddle cooed.

Tom swung his tail, and with his persistence, he bit through the cabinet, leaving the two owls without a home.

Basil was so angry that his fur stood on end and he chased Tom across several streets, flapping his wings.

In the end, it was Mrs. Wick who stepped in and saved Tom, who was about to have a concussion from being beaten by Basil.

Watson secretly opened the blinds a little and looked at the parked cars outside. He saw his wife walking back with a dog in her left hand and an owl in her right hand.

"what is that?"

After catching the two little creatures that had run away, Mrs. Wick also noticed the cars.

"Government people," Watson said awkwardly, "I can handle it."

"That sleepyhead hasn't woken up yet?"

As soon as Watson finished speaking, Mrs. Wick glared at him.

He shut his mouth awkwardly.

The originally harmonious married life returned to the position of the younger brother in the family.

This is not Mrs. Wick's fault.

After all, it’s a long story to write, but in reality, less than a month has passed since John last disappeared from Hogwarts.

In less than a month, his son almost died twice.

No mother could accept this.

Now, even if John wanted to assassinate the president, Mrs. Wick would buy a plane ticket overnight to go there and do it first.

The sound of the TV came over.

Watson immediately walked over with a smile on his face.

The girl holding the teddy bear stared at the Tom and Jerry on TV.

I moved the little bear's hands from time to time to make it feel involved.

Mrs. Wick came over and leaned on her husband's shoulder, looking at the girl with a motherly smile.

"Actually, I have thought about giving John a sister."

As a demon hunter, having an unexpected child is already a miracle from God.

When John was three years old, Mrs. Wick's expectant efforts resulted in Watson holding his waist and wailing in despair at work.

The second miracle did not happen. Mrs. Wick's efforts were fruitless, so she gradually gave up her desire to raise her daughter.

But Ariana's arrival made Mrs. Wick's desire to raise a daughter stir again. She looked at Ariana with shining eyes and whispered, "Look at her, she is so beautiful, like a princess."

Knowing what his wife was thinking, Watson put his arm around her waist and said with a smile, "Let's give John a surprise."

Why is Ariana here?

Do you think an old man who is over a hundred years old and would leave a baby on someone else's doorstep in the middle of the night without paying any attention to it is capable of taking care of Ariana?

If the Dursleys hadn't discovered it in time, Harry would have frozen to death outside the door.

So, Ariana naturally followed John back.

And Dumbledore also has his own plans.

In this world, the person who is most familiar with silence is the silent one.

And the only one who was perfectly silent was John.

There was no better place for Ariana than to be with John.

Dumbledore's guilt towards Ariana prevented him from educating her properly, so he condoned his sister's departure.

On the third day of John's stay in bed, he finally went downstairs.

As soon as I went down, I was frightened by my dear parents.

"Let me introduce you. This is your sister, Ariana Dumbledore Wick."

John held the adoption documents in his hand and looked up at his parents who were smiling brightly.

"Are you serious?"

After confirming that it was not a fake, John put his head in his hands and needed to calm down.

Watson said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean? Didn't you bring this poor child back?"

He looked accusing, your parents finally showed some courage for once.

Don't let us lose so completely, okay?

John silently turned his head to look at Ariana who came over because of his arrival, and he choked up speechlessly.

"The thing is, she's older than you, Dad."

"What?" Watson's expression froze. He looked at Ariana carefully for a while and said with certainty, "You must be kidding me."

"You forged her birth certificate?" John looked at the birth certificate in the adoption documents. "1982?"

Watson coughed twice. "The procedure is absolutely true. Don't make up stories. Besides, even if it's wrong, it won't make a difference in age."

Given John's understanding of his father, it goes without saying that Watson got it by using his connections.

He sneered, "1884, what do you think?"

1884 years?

Watson swallowed hard and asked awkwardly, "Are you serious?"

"Anything is possible in the magical world." John said expressionlessly.

Watson himself was dumbfounded.

He couldn't connect the girl in front of him with the grandmother who was over a hundred years old.