I swung a sword at Hogwarts

She stared at the light and picked up the Star Badge.

What she expected did not happen.

There is no message inside the badge.

Silent tears flowed from the corners of my eyes and broke free from my skin.

The crystal clear, round teardrops look like glass falling into the deep sea.

Shattered, blended, and disappeared on the decaying deck.

Why do you cry?

Daphne didn't know.

Perhaps this was the witch's intuition, she understood that she might never see that person again.

The one who is full of regrets.

Her soul seemed to be torn open by a scar.

Every time she breathed, the scar stung.

Mr. Greengrass asked everyone to leave his daughter alone.

As a father, he felt powerless at this moment.

"This is the scene I don't want to see, my daughter."

Mr. Greengrass sighed deeply.

That is something more unsolvable than a curse.

It's called love, but it's unrequited love.

It’s called liking, but I can’t get close.

The one I love is trapped in a high tower, and my heart is falling into the abyss.

Daphne will never fall in love with another person in her life.

That person is so outstanding and perfect.

Even the separation is impeccable, and even the closeness is so painful.

He is not the Dark Lord, nor the White Lord.

He is the Witch King, the Witch King of them all.

Mr. Greengrass looked at his daughter from a distance.

As a father, he just needs to protect his daughter.

...

The flames of the magic tower are dancing.

The mirror-like tower body was leaping with flames.

John covered his right hand with silver as he stepped onto the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

The golden flame couldn't wait to welcome its master.

Tom was startled to see John preparing to sit on the throne of the Eternal Wizard King.

The dog barked anxiously.

John saw Tom's anxious look, and he chuckled, "Tom, I forgot to say hello to you."

Tom dropped his tail.

It didn't want John to sit on it.

John wanted to rub Tom's lost dog head, but unfortunately he couldn't do it now.

Golden flames wrapped around John, and the throne of the Eternal Witch King exuded a magical power that could not be resisted.

"Basil, stop beating Tom and the owl."

When Basil heard it, it didn't know whether it listened or not, it just buried its head under its wings.

"Riddle, even though you are smaller than the other two, you are the most stable," John instructed Riddle again, "When I'm not around, take good care of them and don't let them get hurt."

Riddle nodded, but the long-eared owl's feathers trembled.

"Hector, Herme," John looked at the two Star Spirits, "When I'm away, protect the Wizard City. You can also go and play with other Star Spirits."

The little star spirits stood at the foot of the stairs to the throne of the Eternal Witch King. They lowered their heads and lacked their former vitality.

This is the Creator's final command.

Everything has been said and instructed.

He finally said: "We are going to say goodbye."

With a smile on his face, John slowly sat down.

"Goodbye."

Take out the magic blood and drink it.

The magic rampage begins.

He sat on the eternal throne of the Witch King.

The runaway magic power expanded along with the entire magic tower.

In a place invisible to the naked eye, chains were wrapped around John's body.

this moment.

He is the Witch King.

The eyes turned into vertical pupils, with black, gold and purple dancing in them.

Golden flames wrapped around his torso and entered his body through his skin.

It's like billions of scalpels piercing the body.

The intense pain made John's face look hideous.

The flickering flames of the magic tower quickly shrank and rushed into John's body.

All flames disappeared.

John closed his eyes.

...

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Chapter 851 Utopia, Merlin

At this moment, the existence of the Witch King is connected with magic.

His skin was engraved with magical lines, and his eyes were infused with magical power.

Every beat of the heart will stimulate fluctuations of magical power.

His blood turned into a brilliant golden color, transcending the blood of mortals.

Still a human being?

John had no answer to this question.

The thoughts in my brain were shaking wildly, as if they were about to collapse.

His consciousness rose infinitely, beyond the magic tower, beyond the wizard city, beyond the magic kingdom, and beyond the sky.

Transcend all consciousness and make everything slow down.

A second in the eyes of ordinary people may be a day, a year, or even longer for John.

He opened his eyes again and looked around.

He has left the magic tower.

The place where we are now is a forest, with fog floating around, as if it is a world of death.

Even John did not expect such a turn of events.

"Is it because my spirit has been sublimated and completely transcended the world?" John wondered to himself.

Wouldn't that mean John's physical death?

"No, no, no, you're still alive."

came the voice.

John turned and looked.

The voice came from the swamp.

And in the swamp, an old man with a white beard stood on the boat and did not go onto land.

John had seen that look before.

He walked over and revealed the man's identity in one sentence.

"Merlin."

He looked at Merlin and asked, "Where is this place?"

"Where is it?" Merlin propped his chin on the oar and pondered, "You can call this Apple City, or you can call it Utopia."

"Utopia, Avalon?" John's eyes changed.

The legendary utopia where Merlin lived.

"Are you the real Merlin?" John felt a little absurd when he got this result.

Have you reached your utopia?

"You can call me that, too." Merlin shrugged. "I don't know."

John looked at Merlin and couldn't help shaking his head. These old wizards always liked to keep people in suspense.

"Well, young Witch King, do you choose to stand here, or come with me across the swamp?"

Merlin looked around and extended the invitation, whispering, "If you miss this chance, there won't be another one."

John glanced around and got on board.

Merlin's extradition was probably the highest level of welcome John had ever encountered.

At the other end of the swamp, an island gradually appeared.

Strangely, the islands above the swamp became larger the closer they got.

At first it was only the size of a palm, but as we got closer, the island became as big as a wizard city.

The boat hit the shore, Merlin jumped onto the shore at great speed, and reached out to pull John.

"So I came to this place because of my spiritual transcendence?" John did not forget his doubts. He watched Merlin pick a beautiful apple and put it directly into his mouth, and asked, "Why is that?"

"Because that's where all the magic goes."

Merlin chewed an apple and threw one to John. "Haven't you met other Merlins?"

"I don't know if they've ever told you that wherever there's magic, there's Merlin."

John groaned, "You are the god of magic."

"It's just someone else who got it," Merlin smiled, "You can be Merlin too."

"Me?" John was stunned.

"Yes," Merlin said, shaking his finger. "You have broken the limits of magic, learned magic from magical creatures, and can speak the language of dragons."

"See, you can be Merlin too."

John was confused by this.

This is a statement that even the Witch King finds ridiculous. Is he Merlin?