I swung a sword at Hogwarts

They preferred being with Neville to being with those elderly professors.

"By the way, Miss Greengrass." Neville stopped and said to Astoria, "I wish you great success in the school league."

Astoria smiled, "I will, Professor Longbottom."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

As Head Girl, Astoria took up the mantle of Slytherin after John left.

She has a new name.

Astoria Almighty.

With the dignified beauty of a mature woman, Astoria has become the goddess in the eyes of many Hogwarts girls.

As for boys, even if they feel this way, they dare not say it out loud.

After all, no one knows if the guy with platinum blonde hair might be eavesdropping nearby.

...

Snape was in a bad mood, not only because he didn't get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that he had always dreamed of, but also because of Slughorn's harassment day and night.

"Severus, I remember you don't have the Order of Merlin yet."

Slughorn looked like a sick old man who had come over after taking something, with bloodshot eyes and trembling fingers holding the medal.

"Look, as long as we complete this project, we will definitely get a medal."

"You are my most talented disciple. You are ten times better than Damo Alex." Slughorn did not give up his determination to recruit people to join him. He kept on talking. "Look, he can become the vice-dean. Why can't he help you? If you can complete this project, the world will see your strength."

Snape's face turned pale. If Slughorn had not been his teacher in school, he really wanted to teach him a lesson with a curse.

He read the information about the vampire curse, which was indeed famous all over the world after it was broken.

But that thing is impossible to be completed within ten or even fifty years, unless John Wick personally starts to study it.

Slughorn was fooled by Damo Alex.

The guy who was blacklisted by potion masters all over the world still expected me to help him.

Forget it.

"If I remember correctly, the school league is about to start." Snape said in a sarcastic tone, "Are you sure you want to show this to everyone in the magic school?"

Slughorn then realized that the school league would officially begin in a few days.

When he saw his disheveled self in the mirror, he panicked.

Without caring about the future glory, he quickly went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After seeing Slughorn off, Snape's eyes fell on the table.

It was a box that could only be opened three times.

"Restraint." He stretched out his hand, but ultimately did not open it.

After the scar was torn open, the bleeding in his heart never stopped.

Beneath the outward restraint, there is a constant desire to reach out.

This is a curse, received from the great Witch King. It is heart-wrenching and requires a test of forbearance and restraint.

...

Chapter 810 I Need a New Chair

9 month 28 day.

Time is like a magnanimous giant, walking step by step.

John suddenly said, "I need a chair."

Tang Mi paused and looked silently at John's old chair.

"Excuse me, sir, your chair was just replaced the day before yesterday."

"That's not what I meant."

John glanced at Tang Mi, "Don't think I don't know that you took the old one."

"It's in the Silver Wolf Roaring Club office." Tang Mi couldn't say that he had taken it for his collection.

“I need a better chair,” John said.

"I can have someone customize it," Tang Mi said as he took out his pager, "and the werewolf craftsman will be happy to make one for you, too."

"No, no need."

John thought for a moment and said, "I can just do it myself."

"Do it yourself?" Tang Mi looked strange, "You are the Wizard King."

"Only I can do it." John ended the topic. "How are the preparations for the migration going?"

"Everything is ready," Tang Mi said. "Except for the schools and a few settlements, everything else has been mapped out."

"The world's leading wizards have entered the Wizard City on the magic train."

"Rita Skeeter led a team to film and record this historic moment."

"Gilderoy Lockhart wishes to have a golden statue erected in the Wizarding City."

John said, "You don't have to mention the last one."

"Okay, my lord."

John stroked the ring and thought about the affairs of the Wizard City.

The Wizard City requires more comprehensive management than decentralized management.

The day will pass quickly.

Tang Mi also left after get off work. As the only and most powerful wizard king in the world, John did not need anyone's protection.

Tang Mi also gradually withdrew from his original security identity.

Once upon a time, Tang Mi was in charge of security and thug work.

It's more like a clerical job nowadays.

This is how time changes.

“Why don’t you turn on the light?”

The voice echoed in the dark manor.

John sat alone in the hall, and there was no light in the entire Silver Hand Manor.

He began to dislike turning on the lights when he was alone.

Eyes that could see Heinrich coming in the night.

The king's deputy came to Silver Hand Manor before entering the magic kingdom.

John saw the face as young as his own in the darkness and he burst out laughing.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea." John snapped his fingers and the lights came on.

Heinrich came over and sat on the other sofa.

John smiled and said, "We'll see each other in a few days."

"But I can sense that my king," Heinrich's dark golden eyes looked into John's, "you are uneasy."

"It's a big deal after all," John shook his head and smiled, "I still worry about whether I can do it well."

"You are already the best," Heinrich said, "both as light and as king."

"Edgar is full of light because of you, and the magical world has changed because of you."

"I am a selfish man, Heinrich," John said, "too many expectations will lose their luster if I don't respond."

"Then don't worry about it," Heinrich said seriously, "Just be yourself, my king."

"You're not the first person to tell me that."

John paused for two seconds, his smile fading.

"Just...still scared."

The Witch King of the magical world speaks his inner thoughts in this empty manor.

"No way to respond, no way to get justice to the wizard."

He was a little melancholy. "I gave too much to the werewolves. This is unfair to the wizards, but I can't let old Jack's life's work be destroyed."

With emotions entangled in his heart, the Witch King can read anyone's thoughts.

But he never uses it lightly.

Because he understood that he might be afraid that their love was not genuine.

Maybe that way I can unload the burden.

But what is more frightening is those whose hearts are as sincere as their appearances.

That would force John to be better.

The two sides face a difficult choice, which is contradictory.

John looked up at the gemstones on the crystal chandelier.

"You once asked me, my king," Heinrich said, "whether I am qualified to be Edgar's light?"

"My answer is the same as always."

"Edgar's light," Heinrich said devoutly, "a light that never changes."

"Whether as a wise king or a demon king who destroys the world, Edgar will follow the footsteps of light."

Heinrich is the most special one in the Star Society.

In the Star Club, they are John's classmates and friends.

Only Heinrich considered himself a subordinate and was proud of being a deputy.

From the very beginning, the day they met.

Heinrich had already decided who he wanted to follow.

He didn't start out of mutual benefit like Percy did, nor did he start out of friendship like Fleur did.

Heinrich's arrival is to follow unwaveringly.

No matter what John becomes, he will always have a deputy named Heinrich Edgar following him.

Like Grindelwald and Voldemort, Edgar's feelings are pure.

They seek the light, identify the light, and follow the light.

Stay in the darkness and sink with the light, or be pulled out of the mire by the light and become a part of that light.

Either way, Edgar never regretted it.

"Be yourself, my king." A smile appeared on Heinrich's face, which was as pale as a vampire. He smiled, "Edgar will follow you unswervingly, without any guilt or self-blame."

John turned his eyes away from the chandelier and looked at the sincere, enthusiastic face.

"What do you say I should change my chair?" John asked suddenly.

Heinrich stared at the couch where John sat.

John smiled with relief, "That's right, just be yourself."

What to do with so many thoughts.

Just respond to expectations.

...

9 month 30 day.

Basil is running after Tom.