I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Tang Mi hesitated. Compared with his dead friend, he didn't want anything to happen to John.

Just like, once in that place where one person needed to be sacrificed.

He is not only a leader, but also a respected friend.

John chuckled and shook his head, "You haven't been blinded by longing, so the price is not that great for me."

After he finished speaking, Tang Mi also nodded.

Tang Mi told Oz about his meeting with Lippi, and Oz was equally excited.

As three friends, it would be nice if we could meet again.

This was the expectation that Tang Mi saw on Oz's face.

Wait until noon.

While John was struggling over which bread to eat, the current Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Oz Hield, and Donmi entered together.

"Sir Wick," Oz said respectfully, suppressing his excitement.

Oz is not Tangmi. In terms of relationship, in John's eyes, she is just Tangmi's girlfriend.

There is a difference between closeness and distance.

This is what Oz learned during his years at the Ministry of Magic.

If it weren't for Tang Mi's sake, Oz would never have made such an impolite request.

John looked at Oz, the former Hogwarts professor who was now the director of the most important department in the Ministry of Magic.

If Percy abdicated, Oz would have a fighting chance at the position.

"Hilde." John nodded, looked at Tang Mi, and said, "Are you ready? This time it won't take long."

"We are ready, my lord."

Tang Mi held Oz's hand, and the two looked at each other and nodded.

"Then it's as you wish."

John raised his hand, his other hand holding the locket on his chest.

A wave of vibration spread out.

The two of them only felt something brushing against their bodies, like a line of sight, or like a gust of wind.

Nothing changes around.

John put his hand down, stood up and walked outside.

"You have five minutes."

The door is closed.

The two looked back and saw Lippi leaning against the wall, raising his hand and greeting them.

"Donmi, Oz."

...

John did not listen to what they said.

He glanced at the locket and murmured to himself, "It's just a pity after all."

Just like the Mirror of Erised, it allows you to see what you desire.

This magic can evoke the obsession and regret in one's heart.

This obsession constitutes what can be described as a ghost, but this is not correct.

If the soul could be brought up so easily, John wouldn't have had to go to so much trouble to plot against Death.

"It just makes me feel better, but many people are eager to have this ability."

To John, that was a way to deceive oneself.

Riddle flew over and John held out his hand as a landing spot.

Taking down the letter that Riddle had brought, John glanced at Riddle and asked, "Were you attacked?"

Riddle nodded. They were just some short-sighted two-legged beasts.

John smoothed its feathers and let it go, allowing Riddle to leave.

He opened the envelope and his expression gradually changed from calm to solemn.

"You really can't underestimate the Muggle world."

In just a few months, Muggles had already mastered some of the weaknesses of wizards.

For example, a magic wand.

Losing their wand leaves a wizard vulnerable.

The other party imprisoned a wizard and even obtained a lot of useful information from Poland.

"Grindelwald, you have revealed the wizard's vulnerability." John lit the letter.

The flames reflected on the young face, and John's pupils flashed with flames. "Muggles are learning about wizards. What I can do now is either to destroy that group of people directly, or... try to contact them."

His expression was uncertain.

Faced with the incoming threat, John acted decisively and was able to destroy those people.

But the consequence is that the malice of wizards is magnified in front of Muggles.

Doing so will do no good and will only leave trouble.

Forgetfulness spell?

The Muggle world has no shortage of smart people, and even less of people who can spot clues.

Snape had no idea how many people knew about wizards, and it would be unsafe unless everyone in Britain had forgotten about them.

John had a headache.

Grindelwald left a mess for himself, but he himself got away with it without any psychological burden.

Snape will contact those people who are responsible for the stolen weapons and find out what they are thinking.

Such a dangerous mission.

Selfless dedication?

wrong.

That's just an obsession to make up for the regret.

John took out the Resurrection Stone.

"You want to use this power to rule the world, but you don't know that the human heart is the most unbreakable cage."

A Slytherin with a strong obsession.

After hearing the news, he stepped into the abyss without hesitation, from which he might not be able to return.

The one he loves is the girl in his memory.

What he was obsessed with was that the mistakes he had made were irreversible.

He wanted to see her again, even if it was like opening the scar again, and the bloody wound would make him more painful.

"It's just drinking poison to quench your thirst."

John put the resurrection stone back, and at this time, the door opened.

Oz snuggled in Tang Mi's arms, the strong woman's eyes were red and swollen.

Seeing friends again makes a woman sentimental.

Tang Mi patted Oz's shoulder and said to John sincerely, "Thank you, sir."

John shook his head, "It's just obsession and regret after all."

Tang Mi couldn't understand why the Lord was so calm after performing such a great magic.

Perhaps this is the difference between me and the Second King.

Only John himself knows the illusion of obsession and regret.

That's not very good magic.

On the contrary, when obsession and regret are aroused, it will be like drinking poison to quench thirst, and you will not be able to stop recalling them in your mind.

Pain accompanies.

In his opinion, it could be considered a vicious curse.

It doesn't harm the body like the Unforgivable Curse, but it can destroy the soul.

...

Rose fields in Nurmengard.

As the pointer jumped, it reached twelve o'clock midnight.

A new year has arrived.

Grindelwald whispered: "What are your limits, John Wick?"

And all the wizards who were originally here left.

They all bear the mission of baptizing the world with holy fire, and with crazy ideals, they walk towards the road of death from which there is no return.

And all of this was the gift that Grindelwald gave to the white-haired boy in Godric's Hollow.

...

Chapter 703: The Beginning of a Year, Auror Harry

1 month 1 day.

A new year has arrived.

Hogwarts also started school.

Harry got up early, combed his hair like an adult, and put on a handsome suit.

He looked at the sticky tuft of his hair in the mirror and pressed it down with his hand dipped in water.

The tuft of hair was pressed down, but it popped out again not long after.

Walking downstairs, he smelled a burnt odor.

Following the smell he came to the kitchen.

Kreacher was mumbling something there, and seemed to want this person to leave his kitchen.

Blake's noble son is now a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a perfectly fitted brown velvet striped suit, but he also put an apron on the outside.

Sirius Black tried to make himself an edible breakfast, but unfortunately overestimated his skills.

No matter how many times Harry woke up and saw his godfather, it always felt like a dream.

"Sirius, let me help you."

Harry is not a pure-blood young master like Sirius who lived a life of detachment from worldly affairs in the first half of his life. He also has a lot of things to do on his own in the Dursleys' house.

The despondent Sirius threw away the mushy bacon and said, "I thought it was quite simple."

"Yes, it's not that difficult once you learn it." Harry took over the cooking.

Fried eggs with bacon, a balanced glass of milk, some raw salad and bread.

Breakfast for the father and son is ready.

Sitting at the dining table, when this was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, this long table was always full.

Now only the father and son were left, each sitting at a seat enjoying breakfast.

Sirius finished eating first, rubbing his hands together and looking at his godson.