I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John lowered the tip of his sword to the ground and said calmly, "You don't have a second chance."

"I ask you."

"Do you regret it?"

He stared at Dumbledore and asked, "Do you regret all this?"

Dumbledore shook his head, his face without his white beard showing kindness.

"No, I will not."

He knew what John was talking about.

Do you regret seeing Hogwarts students attack you?

of course not.

Although Dumbledore was not good at education, he had the same love for his students.

"I'd be proud of you, John." He smiled happily, "Confused principal, to be able to meet such an outstanding student."

Gryffindor hoped that John would be a brave lion.

Grindelwald wants John to be king of the wizarding world.

Dumbledore hoped that John Wick would be John Wick.

You don't have to be someone else, and you don't have to be anyone for anyone.

He's just John Wick.

The Slytherin who had fought upon entering school saw the student he wanted in the Mirror of Erised.

John took a deep breath, his expression was indescribable.

My right hand was trembling slightly.

why?

Because that was the person you once admired?

But why is my right hand so stable?

So steady that it seemed to weigh only as much as the Elder Wand.

The thing that I have always wanted to have.

The power is in your hands.

His eyes darkened and he loosened his right hand.

The Silver Wick sword pierced the ground unhindered.

Falling on the seed of that rose.

The newly born rose meets its end as the sword tip approaches.

"My respects to you, Dumbledore."

John raised his wand and said distractedly, "Let's end this in the most direct and solemn way."

“I don’t know if any of us will fail to see the dawn of the newborn, but at this moment, the high respect we have for each other is the most dazzling.”

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, John Wick of Slytherin, John Wick of Hogwarts, John Wick of the Wizarding World, and..."

"John Wick."

This is the last time.

Let this absurd cause and wonderful confrontation end with mutual respect.

One last magic.

No need to hold hands.

Because that is the greatest insult to a wizard.

At this moment, they just want the people they respect to feel their full respect.

Come on then!

Old First King, your light once illuminated the magical world. You have suffered pain, experienced separation, and been separated from those you loved.

"Expelliarmus"

"Reducto"

There was no ferocious roar.

What they did have was a calm and determined look on their faces.

The collision of red and white again.

A huge magical field was formed on Nurmengard.

The world has lost its sound.

The wand in Dumbledore's hand was already overloaded, with white smoke billowing out.

The old wand kept sending messages to John.

It hopes to have a great life to achieve its glory.

Greedily absorbing magic power like an insatiable sponge.

It is a symbol of strength, extremely loyal to its master, yet extremely indifferent.

It protects the owner if the wand falls into the wrong hands.

They will leave decisively when their master fails.

It pursues the strong and serves the strong.

Strength prevails, and the winner is king.

It told John that it longed for more victories.

The touch between red and white will eventually end.

After the magic field was broken, the energy that was released made the power in the coastal cities, which had stopped working, work again.

One person fell down.

Three birds are flying in the sky.

Between black and white, the red phoenix wailed.

Dumbledore fell.

The former first king, even with a young body, still could not resist the footsteps of the new king.

He will be the last old king in the era of the new king.

The war of three kings left only one king.

The strongest one!

The end of an era will usher in the beginning of a new era.

...

John walked towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore lay on the ground, his hair turning gray rapidly.

After exceeding his limit, Dumbledore's magic power was drained and the experience he gained through the Holy Grail ended.

John stopped beside Dumbledore, who fell down with a smile on his face.

John raised his right hand and clenched the air.

The sword that had touched the surface of the rose seed gradually became ethereal.

In John's hand, the Silver Wick sword slowly appeared.

He lowered the tip of his sword and touched Dumbledore.

John asked, "Anything else you want to say?"

Dumbledore's breathing rose and fell, and his skin was pierced by the tip of the sword.

He looked at the sky and the dark clouds gradually dissipated.

A ray of late dusk entered his eyes.

He looked toward the destroyed Nurmengard.

In a trance, the tower seemed just like the day when he personally sent people in.

"John, be yourself." Dumbledore smiled, "You are only 18 years old."

John looked at him in silence.

He raised the sword in his hand.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in relief.

He has realized that all his efforts have not been in vain.

He was also a martyr.

Waiting for the final moment.

I wonder what happened to Grindelwald.

The wind caresses my cheeks.

His nose was unblocked again, and he seemed to smell a familiar scent.

but……

The wind of Godric's Hollow cannot reach me.

The sword fell.

The dusk will eventually leave.

The cold, silvery moonlight and the shed blood abolished everything after dusk.

"Stay here, Dumbledore."

John's eyes were as calm as the moonlight shining into a clear lake.

He drew his sword slowly.

Looking up, he looked toward the sky where Dumbledore had just been looking.

As dusk falls, someone sees the red of approaching twilight in the same sky.

Some people see the bright and beautiful stars and the moon under the night sky.

...

Chapter 764: The New King of the Magic World

A new king ascends the throne.

No need for fireworks or applause.

The moonlight is a gift, and the starlight is a present.

Sky Castle leaves Nurmengard.

McCaffrey also departed on the cruise ship that was restored to service.

They witnessed the king's ascension to the throne.

The wizarding world will be brilliant because of this, and the Muggle world will be revalued because of it.

Under the lonely tower with only one person left.

Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes.

He had never gotten a good look at the kid named John Wick.