I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Mr. Weasley looked at his proud son and felt lost.

Am I really selfish?

The new sacred twenty-eight tribes, should I join?

This question kept lingering in Mr. Weasley's mind, and he kept recalling Percy's words.

Looking at the strange house that was destroyed and rebuilt.

I have always disdained to associate with that group of purebloods, and as a result, I have been in the embarrassing situation of being an ancient pureblood and not having a single Galleon at home.

It's my son who is going to school, but he has to use an old wand.

It is my own daughter who has to buy second-hand books for school.

He entered the new Burrow, where Mrs. Weasley was cooking.

The children were not at home, and occasionally the twins would come back. Christmas was the busiest time at the Burrow.

The world of two people of a couple is sometimes not so good.

...

Chapter 615: The Werewolf Era, Twilight Wolf

A large number of reporters flocked into the Ministry of Magic, and the constantly flashing flashes shone on old Barty's face.

"Minister Crouch, is the result of this parliament what you expected?"

"A senior official's home received a warning from the Malfoys. Does this mean that this is someone interfering with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Will this parliament be different in light of the personnel changes resulting from the last education reform?"

Reporters flocked to the scene, vying to cover this major event.

Everyone knows that old Batty has been holding general meetings to promote the equality of werewolves, but he has failed every time.

This time the parliamentary session was much shorter than in the past, which made the news-sensitive reporters realize that something was wrong.

They all hope that old Batty can give a positive response.

Old Batty stopped and faced the reporters' flash lights. His graying temples stood out.

His face was solemn, and just standing there made the reporters shut up.

"Pierce, bring that thing over here."

Old Batty spoke to Pierce behind him.

Pierce nodded, but his expression was filled with excitement.

He carefully presented the document signed by all fifty officials.

The reporters held their breath, their sense of smell as reporters told them that it was an extremely important and explosive document.

Their gazes seemed to turn into the abyss.

Old Batty took the document and opened it. He cleared his throat and looked up to face all the reporters.

"After discussion at the second meeting of the Ministry of Magic in 1998, the category of werewolves was rewritten, removed from humanoid magical creatures, and changed to..."

The reporter's eyes widened as Old Batty slowly read: "Humanity."

"Restore the rights of werewolves to be equal to those of wizards. All registered werewolves will be recognized by the magical community, and a new round of discussions will be held on discrimination against werewolves."

"This document is signed by Minister of Magic Barty Crouch and all fifty officials of the Ministry of Magic Council."

"Effective immediately."

When old Barty finished speaking, you could hear a pin drop in the bustling hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Ministry of Magic employees, reporters, wizards who come here for business...

They opened their eyes wide, receiving this subversive information.

Among the crowd, old Jack’s children, Zoffy and Chudai, were trembling.

"See, Grandpa?"

Zoffy's eyes were red, and he muttered to himself: "We...are human now."

Chudai tried to comfort his brother, but his hands were shaking as he placed them gently on Zoffy's shoulders.

They have waited too long for this day.

How many years of discrimination did it take to bring about this day?

If they hadn't encountered that silver mask, hadn't stood with that person.

They can't do it until they die.

At this moment, no werewolf could remain calm.

Zoffy just wanted to go back, go to the Silver Cross Hospital, and tell old Jack.

They did it.

It allows children to go out without fear of being kidnapped, and allows them to work away from Knockturn Alley without being treated as monsters.

They were going to go back and tell old Jack.

Their king led the werewolves to see the light.

...

Silver Cross Hospital.

Ever since Old Jack was kidnapped, his health has been getting worse day by day.

He was originally a dusk wolf, raising children in this human world.

He made few right choices in his life.

When he was young, he was a wizard from a Muggle family.

At that time, he had a childhood sweetheart and a family that, although not rich, could provide for themselves.

Before he was eleven, he was bitten.

He turned into a werewolf and lost the qualification to go to Hogwarts.

On a full-moon night, he hurt his family and turned the boy into a monster in the girl's mind.

He chose to escape, running all the way from the village, crossing mountains and streams, to a place where there was no one.

His departure caused his mother to die of depression, and his father to drink all day long and drowned in a stream one day.

The girl couldn't find the boy, and she died at the hands of soldiers in a war.

When Old Jack returned, the village was no longer there.

The death-filled home made old Jack pound the ground with his heart broken. He then left it all, met Fenrir Greyback, and lived in that werewolf community that was like hell.

He used his remaining conscience, at the cost of being nearly killed by Greyback, to become the children's guardian.

After Fenrir Greyback was sent to Azkaban, he made a choice that used up all his luck in life.

He went in search of someone worse than the wolf, and he figured that no one could be worse than Greyback.

But he was wrong, what he found was a villain, but more importantly, a king that people followed.

The protection of the Silver Hand keeps the werewolves safe, and the raised flags are arranged every day by Old Jack himself.

A werewolf community has been established, treatment in Knockturn Alley has been improved, and a werewolf school is under construction.

For the first time, he saw hope in the werewolf.

If there is anyone in the world who would be most willing to die for John Wick, Old Jack would definitely be one of them.

The pain caused by the kidnapping has been healed, and what he experienced is the end of life that no one can escape.

In his last moments, Old Jack was confessing.

He repented of his greed. Although his vision was blurry, he felt as if his children were all there.

"If there is a God, please forgive me for my greedy wish to make my children become real wizards."

"If there is a God, please blame me, put all the blame on me, and let me spend a thousand years in hell."

"My king, I cannot continue to follow you. I will still pray for you in hell until the fire of hell burns my body, my soul, and my consciousness."

"My king, my king——"

Old Jack closed his eyes; his ears had lost their hearing.

There was only darkness in his eyes.

In a trance, he heard cheers.

He heard Taro crying.

Someone was calling his name.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he no longer had the ability to do so.

The Twilight Wolf is dead.

...

"grandfather!"

Zoffy and Chudai rushed into the Silver Cross Hospital desperately.

They wanted to tell old Jack the good news.

They did what the old man wanted to see most.

Zoffy was in better physical condition than Chudai, and he ran into the ward.

With a smile on his face, he shouted, "Werewolves and werewolves are equal, Grandpa!"

His smile froze when he saw the old man lying there.

The smile gradually disappeared, and there was only a roar in his head.

He heard Tai Luo crying breathlessly and heard the therapist saying something in his ear.

It was as if all the strength was drained from Zoffy's body.

The deputy director of the Werewolf Affairs Office, who should have been full of vigor and vitality, burst into tears.

First time wearing it.

He was old Jack's eldest child, and when he saw this scene, he fell silent.

"You guys go out first."

After saying something to the therapist, Chu Dai walked into the ward.

Old Jack has aged rapidly in recent times. His hair has turned white and his body is like a dead tree.

Chu Dai knelt beside the bed, reached out and held old Jack's hand, with tears in his eyes, and whispered: "We succeeded, your wish came true."

"Werewolves are no longer magical creatures. We can walk freely in this country."

The warmth in Old Jack's hands gradually faded.

But the moment he heard the news, a smile appeared on old Jack's face.

Chu Dai murmured, "Great, you heard it."

He couldn't hold back any longer and cried out loud along with his brothers and sisters.

These are tears of joy, tears of sadness, and also tears of relief that a wish has been fulfilled.

The Dusk Wolf is gone, and his children, who continue to take his place, will steadfastly follow in the king's footsteps.

...

Old Jack died.

This news reached John almost at the same time as the equalization of werewolves.

John's heart twitched violently, and it took him a long time to turn his eyes away from the letter.