I swung a sword at Hogwarts

There is a mysterious power here.

Even the Silent Man cannot understand and analyze it.

He felt a repulsive force.

Dumbledore once called it: more magical and more terrible than death, more magical than human wisdom, and more terrible than the power of nature.

That's love.

Locked door.

But John has the key.

Scales appeared on John's arms, and the power of the dragon slowly closed around his fingers.

The door handle was shaking, and John inserted the key with his free hand.

"Clap."

With a slight twist, the door lock opened.

John took hold of the door handle and slowly pushed the door open.

If this power is really that strong.

Then it should be extremely magnificent.

As John battles Dumbledore, a force beyond the power of wizards.

The door opened slowly.

As everything inside came into view, John paused.

"this is Love?"

He walked into the room and the door slowly closed behind him.

He looked at everything in front of him and put the wand back when he was about to pull it out.

That's a simple mirror.

A chair is in front of the mirror.

He walked over and looked in the mirror.

No.

nobody.

There is no self either.

He came to the chair again.

This is a small room.

Not as big as where the arch is.

Sitting down, John looked into the mirror in the chair.

He saw a figure slowly appear in the mirror.

First, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the arm appeared upwards.

A man appears.

Watson Wick.

Next to her father, Mrs. Wick also appeared.

Then there were other people, his uncles.

Then more people showed up.

There are so many that they can’t even fit in this mirror.

“Is it the same function as the Mirror of Erised?” John pondered.

"No, you should pay attention to the content, not the appearance." A person in the mirror spoke.

John looked and saw the man squeeze through the crowd and walk to the mirror.

He held an oak staff in his hand and had a beard, like Dumbledore.

He smiled and said, "Haven't you noticed that you have already been filled with love?"

"who are you?"

The old man in the mirror thought for a moment and said, "Young people don't like to be with an old man because he is too nagging."

"Merlin?" John asked tentatively.

The old man laughed and said, "Look, you already know it, why are you asking?"

"I just couldn't imagine you would be in the mirror," John said, shaking his head, "but you're obviously not real."

"Then what's real?" Old Man Merlin asked with a smile, "John Wick?"

"Is Albus Dumbledore real?"

"Is Watson Wick real?"

"Is Ariana Dumbledore Wick real?"

He asked a few questions, but they all shook their heads and pointed their fingers at John's heart. "This is the real place, kid."

"You're filled up here, and you're setting problems for yourself." Merlin whispered, "Don't get stuck on this."

John laughed in silence. "It's a good idea to say 'stubborn'."

Like the wind, level 8.

Level 8 above the limit.

Focusing on that is just a dead end.

John looked up at the many people in the mirror and murmured to himself, "It's quite troublesome to love so many people."

"But magic is a miracle." He stood up.

Filled without release.

John closed his eyes.

The emotions surging because of the person in the mirror made his magic power restless and filled.

With a crisp sound.

A smile appeared on his lips.

Merlin in the mirror clapped his hands, and the figures disappeared one by one.

[Ding, magic power upgraded successfully, current magic power: Level 8]

Not just love, everything else is great too.

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Chapter 767 Magic Kingdom

So this is ah.

The tense body and nerves make me feel like I am pinching the mouth of a bottle.

Keep fighting, keep reinforcing, and make it more difficult to reach level 8.

At this moment, he was completely relaxed, and everything happened naturally.

Of course, without previous experience and knowledge, the so-called natural success is nothing but a joke.

Dumbledore sought love because he lacked it.

Not so with John.

His is ambition.

And this ambition hidden deep in his heart.

It was Dumbledore.

He completed all his dreams and tests, and the place beyond the limit opened up to him.

In the words of Eastern countries, when thoughts are clear, the way of nature will follow.

Without regrets, everything becomes so natural.

In the West...

Magical nature?

John was not sure what was going on either, so he looked at the panel.

The panel has also undergone changes.

The gray disappeared, and the magic that he could touch again lost its limits.

Alchemy and Runes directly broke through to level 8.

“It seems that as long as one limit is broken, other problems will be solved.”

John fell into deep thought, it seemed that he could still upgrade to level 8.

Because the panel did not turn gray, but the experience bar was gone.

This made John feel puzzled. Did future upgrades also depend on an epiphany like today?

Shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts, John looked up at the mirror.

Everyone inside had disappeared, but Merlin was still picking his ears.

"Why are you still here?" John looked confused.

Logically, if I have no regrets and know how to love, then everyone in it should disappear.

But Merlin had no intention of leaving. He greeted John and smiled, "Magic is great, isn't it?"

The old man's eyes are sparkling, as simple and innocent as a child's.

“It’s fun too.”

"You're not fake?" John guessed, staring at the mirror in doubt.

If this is true, it would be a major discovery.

Merlin, the legendary god of magic.

He had seen Ambrosius of the Dragon Field, a young Merlin.

This one had an old look on his face, but his eyes were completely different from Merlin's, with a kind of innocence.

Like a child who knows nothing about the world.

"What did I say, what is true and what is false?" Merlin laughed, "I didn't say that."

John probed, "Is that why you are in the mirror?"

"I am him and I am not him." Merlin grinned, "We are all Merlin. He can be us, but we are different."

The same words, last time it was Ambrosius, this time it was Merlin in the mirror.

John frowned. It seemed that Merlin might be constantly being born just as he had guessed.

Looking at Merlin in the mirror, John suddenly had an idea and asked, "Do you know Axtis?"

"A pale, mad wizard."

"Who?" Mirror Merlin thought for a moment, "I don't think I know him."

It wasn't the nightmare that Axtis knew either.

These Merlin's memories are not identical.

"I think you should leave." Mirror Merlin yawned, "The love here is so strong that it makes me sleepy."

A room full of love, John could feel that strange power called greatness.