I swung a sword at Hogwarts

So he was wrong.

John Wick doesn't need martyrs.

Whether it is the king of the wizarding world or a student of Hogwarts.

John Wick is John Wick.

You can add many prefixes to this name.

But in the end, John Wick will be the final word.

He smiled.

Lonely, yet relieved.

"I am such a fool."

He touched his wound, the incurable wound inflicted by the Silver Wick sword, and it healed miraculously.

The blood of the king gave new life to this old man who had stepped down from the throne.

The burden that belonged to Dumbledore was gone.

The old man who had died twice sat up.

The cold moonlight did not make him feel cold.

He looked ahead.

A young sprout struggled to break through the soil.

The rose seeds are reborn.

He hunched over, walked over carefully, and touched it lightly with his fingers.

That movement was like that of a clumsy gardener.

Nurmengard is drifting aimlessly on this ocean.

The new king, named John Wick, finally showed mercy to the old man.

It is kindness, but it is also punishment.

He was exiled and abandoned by the entire magical world.

It means that he is no longer the Dumbledore of the wizarding world.

He's also just Dumbledore.

He could be Dumbledore, Ariana's brother.

"I receive your mercy...King."

Dumbledore, who understood everything, stood up and started from that rose in this place that was devastated by the battle.

...

Godric's Hollow.

Grindelwald sat blankly in a chair in the yard of Dumbledore's house, staring at the door with empty eyes.

He suddenly realized that he would never see that person coming out of the door again.

Grindelwald was confused.

All this left him at a loss.

Maybe I will never receive the letter sent to the tower again.

why?

Why is everything so weird?

I am clearly not in that tower anymore.

Why does loneliness exist?

He doesn't understand.

The smarter a person is, the less likely he is to extricate himself emotionally.

The house that once belonged to Dumbledore seemed to have turned into a man-eating monster in his eyes.

That's loneliness.

"Lonely, yes, it's lonely."

He laughed, very loudly and wildly.

He couldn't help laughing.

lonely.

This vicious curse finally came to him.

He laughed at himself and at the world.

He fell off his chair, curled up holding his stomach and buried his face in the grass.

The bitter taste of grass passed across his tongue, adding a hint of blood to his tongue.

The laughter was muffled by the grass and became low and deep.

It's clearly a smile, but it also seems like crying.

Two months of infatuation in Godric's Hollow.

Half a century of mutual confession in Nurmengard.

In my life, there are many reds, and there is only that one red.

It turns out that I am so poor.

All I saw, heard and touched was the red rose.

The collapsed tower took the rose with it.

In the end, everything was gone.

He was tired of laughing.

Wipe away the dewdrops that are not sure whether they are cold or frosty, and also all the ridiculous things about yourself.

He spit out the grass in his mouth, and a little blood became his dinner.

open the door.

Inside were familiar things that had remained untouched for a long time.

It has not been touched since 1889.

All traces are preserved.

The box that once told the story had already been torn into pieces by a battle.

Grindelwald sat in the living room.

He didn't care whether the thick dust would stain his already dirty clothes.

There is broken grass on the white hair, and there is no future in the strange eyes.

He sat still.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

He is like a stone statue in a dark house.

He had never wanted to die more than he did now.

"Is this the punishment you give me, my king?"

The martyrs failed to become sacrifices.

The king punished him with a curse that made his heart numb and made it impossible to breathe.

forever alone.

He wanted to close his eyes.

The swingable doors and windows creaked.

The fiery phoenix fell.

Grindelwald opened his eyes, and the flames stung his eyelids, forcing him to open them.

The Phoenix would leave after Dumbledore's death, waiting for the next Dumbledore to show up in need of help.

but……

why?

Grindelwald slowly held out his hand, and Fawkes tilted his head to look at him.

The finger was burned by the flames, but he continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

Touched.

Those flame-like feathers.

This is real.

It turns out that the king of the magical world is not just lonely.

There are even more cruel punishments.

but……

I enjoy it.

Grindelwald laughed again, and this time, he smiled.

"What a kind, cruel king."

...

How many steps does it take to become a king?

The first step is to destroy the world.

The second step is to recreate.

Step three, defeat the previous one.

John did it.

So he became king.

A new king emerged.

The whole world knows it.

The International Confederation of Wizards will see how powerful John is, and they have no reason to reject this king.

Only a powerful king can protect this fragile magical world.

They announced to the world the arrival of the new king, John Wick.

Damo Alex had a good sleep and when he woke up he was full of energy.

He found his apprentice and wanted to do something big.

"Teacher, have you heard?"

What did you hear?

Oh, by the way, it should be the new product from the alchemy department next door.

Thinking of this, Damo Alex said calmly: "Do you know what is the most important thing for a potion master?"

The apprentice was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this was a teaching session!

This is one-on-one instruction from the Master of Potions, a great opportunity that you can't get even if you spend thousands of Galleons!

He asked hurriedly and humbly, "What is it?"

"It's the state of mind," said Damo Alex calmly, "We must keep a clear mind at all times. Even if the sky falls, we must maintain the demeanor of a potion master."

"So that's how it is. Thank you for your guidance, teacher!" The apprentice understood.