I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The woman was taught by her brutal father to become a killing machine.

But the civilized father was the first to abandon the daughter he had taught.

"Your father didn't exile you," John sighed, "but his former barbaric self."

The woman raised her head and looked at John with a strange look in her eyes, "Do you really think so?"

"of course."

John nodded and said, "I am also a king, so I know this."

"You are a king?" the woman asked in surprise, "What kind of king are you?"

"Wizard King," John said with a smile, "I would be happy if you would honor me as the Wizard King."

"You are very bold, speaking to me like this." The woman looked at John steadily, "Are you also exiled?"

"Not really," John shook his head, "I walked in here of my own accord."

"It's an adventure, so I'll tell you this."

For an exile, John saw the journey as an adventure.

So he talked a lot.

About my experience in the wizarding world.

Adventures when I was young, adventures when I grew up, adventures now.

"You are also a king, you should conquer." Hearing John stop destroying that country, the woman said contemptuously, "Use your power to conquer that world."

"It's a good idea, but unfortunately Slytherin is selfish." John didn't care about the woman's tone and said casually, "After the destruction, wizards have no ability to control those places."

"As a king, you have to consider more, don't you?"

His words made the woman fall into deep thought.

Her previous role as the king's executioner had destined her to use killing as her mode of action.

But John told her how to act as a king.

"You want me to sympathize with my father?" The woman's eyes revealed coldness. She wanted me to forgive the old man?

"No, that's not being a king, that's being a fool."

John shook his head decisively. He was not a saintly person.

"Your father was able to exile you, so did he treat you as a daughter, not a tool?"

Not only did he not sympathize with the woman's father's behavior, but on the contrary he was disgusted by it.

The father taught his daughter the skills of killing and instilled the concept of conquest, but he changed his mind later and betrayed the woman who fought for him.

As a king, he abandoned the men he had trained.

As a father, what he did was to exile his daughter and denounce the cruelty of women.

That person, ignore who is the culprit of all this.

And the woman was nothing more than the perfect executioner that he had grown up to expect.

Is the woman wrong?

She responded well to her father's response to her king, and it was not she who changed, but her father.

"You see him as a weapon you can't control," John grinned, "If you choose to retaliate, I will just clap my hands."

The woman also smiled, and there was no murderous intent or coldness in her eyes when she looked at John.

"You're a nice guy, and very likable as a friend, boy." The woman held out her hand to John. "What do you say?"

"I think that's a nice name, my friend."

John shook his hand and said with a smile, "I hope we can meet again in the future."

The woman raised her chin slightly, showing her pride as the king's daughter.

As the Witch King, John responded with pride.

Proud people are always attracted to each other.

Even though it's just the first time they meet, two people can become very good friends.

Perhaps many years later, John will still have a living friend.

This is pretty cool.

No?

But calling him a boy always makes people feel weird.

"John Wick," John said, "You can call me John."

"Your name is unremarkable," the woman said.

John said helplessly: "But this name is very good."

"I have many names, but this is the name my friends call me by."

The woman laughed and said proudly, "When I leave this place and become king, I will come to find you, John."

"We'll meet again when I finish my long, boring sitting."

John sensed that the fog was approaching; he had stayed in this world too long.

Death begins to expel the living.

"Maybe you should let me hear how loud your name is." John said, and his body was swallowed by the mist.

Similar to the feeling of being expelled last time, John felt his body being repelled by a strange force.

The woman's voice came out unclearly.

"Hela, call my name, my friend, John."

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Chapter 839 The Girl on the Magic Tower

John returns to the Hall of Death.

There was a push from behind him, like a hand pushing him out of the arch.

After staggering two steps, John looked back at the door helplessly.

"You said I could stay?"

He felt that the world of death was like a girl, changing her face at any time.

They were getting along harmoniously just now, but then he kicked the person out.

Tidy up your clothes, and the black cloak in the world of death will turn back into transparent color.

This is probably because the two worlds are different.

Taking off the Invisibility Cloak, John put it in his breast pocket.

Although I didn't gain much from this trip, it was a good thing to make a new friend.

“This snow is going to last a long time.”

He left the Ministry of Magic and walked slowly on the streets of London.

The snow was so deep that people couldn't help but quicken their pace.

The fluffy snow made driving very cautious.

Under the white world, bustling London also becomes beautiful.

John walked to a cafe, where the warm coffee was very popular among this group of British gentlemen.

A cup of this in winter, even with a slight bitter taste, is enough to make people happy.

Too bad John couldn't taste it.

He stood in front of the cafe for a while, but ultimately did not go in.

The desserts on the street beckoned to him, and an oriental restaurant that caught his eye seemed to be seducing his taste buds in a coquettish manner.

Faced with these temptations, John chose to pass by.

He spent a day sightseeing in London.

Today is Christmas Eve, and I guess Christmas activities have already begun.

Tangmi should arrange a wish-making activity. I hope that this time someone more reliable will make the wish.

Last year, Xenophilius Lovegood made a wish, and some teapots were floating in the sky over Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.

This year, spend Christmas at home.

John missed his parents and sister.

Speaking of which, I should prepare Christmas gifts for my family.

As the 'youngest' Ariana will receive a lot of gifts this year.

The uncle complained that Ariana had never received any gifts and hoped that they would not get those strange things this year.

A person is walking on the street, the sun is setting.

John came to an alley.

He heard a familiar voice inside.

"Amyia, it's time to go to bed."

"I know, Aunt Jura, wait until I beat Dad."

Gao Si's voice sounded, "Haha, then you should be prepared to not be able to sleep."

This greedy wanted criminal took off all his disguise in front of his daughter.

He is a father, and money is like something outside of his body to him at this moment.

Once Wang Zhongshi's subordinate, he chose to accompany his Muggle daughter.

Joyful laughter emanated from the warmly lit room.

His retirement life has nothing to do with magic.

John should probably say hello, but he didn't want to disrupt the family's life.

Jingle bells and Christmas songs have begun to ring out in the streets.

The cheerful atmosphere makes the city full of joy.

John stepped away.

He headed for King's Cross Station.

Walk into Platform 9 1/4.

This platform, which is usually bustling, is particularly deserted at this time.

He was the only one waiting on the platform.

A breath of white air came out of his mouth.

John waited for the train to arrive.

The Albatross sailed into the platform to greet the lonely traveler.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the Albatross."

A mechanical female voice sounded and the car door opened.

John walked in and found a seat by the window.

There were only a few people in the car.

They all seemed to be solitary people, no one sat together.

It was a long train and they were distributed in different carriages.