I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The difference in the level of life is just as Merlin said.

Perhaps only the civilization called "God" can contend with his body.

The long-lasting vitality comes from a body with infinite energy.

He will not age like a wizard. Even after hundreds of years, he still has an active body and powerful magic.

The magic power will become stronger as time accumulates. One day, he will cross the bottleneck of level 8 and truly become a guest in the realm of God.

At that time, he could go to Avalon, or create an Avalon using his brain.

The huge magical power made the Elder Wand extremely excited.

This was a creation from God, and John couldn't help but guess that the god of death who created it was as powerful as Merlin.

The Grim Reaper with whom he had made a deal had revealed his identity.

Although he is equally ancient, he is not the God of Death among the three brothers.

John understood who the man really was.

Also understand the existence of death.

This world has countless mysteries, and wizards are one of them.

The purple in John's eyes disappeared, and his magic rampage was about to end.

But he wanted to keep her by force.

Only the current me can support the use of that magic.

"I'm going to use a curse on myself."

John held down the Silver Wick sword with his right hand, and the bright red Philosopher's Stone shone exceptionally brightly.

This eternal witch king's throne, blessed by two magic stones, is the container of this power.

The countless sands of time merged with the golden blood and turned into a cage.

The eternal fire that pierces the body ignites the magic power and stops it from running wild.

The chill in his chest burst out, and a faint blue color appeared in John's eyes, with gold and faint blue entangled together.

The dark blue did not stop, and white frost condensed on his body and throne.

The eternal fire burned, frozen, burning in the ice.

John's mind turned, silently reciting his real name.

"Wotan."

In the dark blue entanglement, the stars in the sky are being pulled in.

The distorted starry sky, the power of the stars gathers on the magic tower.

All the stars in the sky above the magic kingdom disappeared, and were replaced by the stars that were piled up together on the magic tower.

The chaotic particles fluctuated violently, and John held the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

The Alchemy Department and the Potions Department, far away on the other side of the Wizard City, were shining at the same time.

The Möbius strip of the Alchemy Department spread throughout the city in an instant, into the secret room inside the Potions Department that even Damo Alex didn't know about.

The golden potion flowed out continuously, gathering into a huge amount of potion the size of a swimming pool.

The Potions Department acted as a medium, and the black square building transformed the potions into golden mist that covered the entire city.

The gathered power of the stars fell down with a bang, rubbing against the chaotic particles and transforming into dazzling colors.

Rainbow bridge.

It was a manifestation of ultimate magical power, and the magic unleashed during the Battle of Hogwarts was enough to destroy every Inferi in the Black Lagoon.

But the Rainbow Bridge that time was far inferior to this one.

The magic tower was shrouded in it, and the tower body turned into rainbow color as it was infused with huge magic power.

On the colorful glass magic tower, all the light converged into John's body.

Magical power raged inside his body, exploding his body from time to time and then quickly recovering.

The Frozen Throne melts the ice.

On the throne, a mysterious pattern composed of lines and circles emerged.

"The place of eternity."

The Witch King's obscure and ancient voice sounded like an oath to the universe.

The huge impact caused by the rainbow grass almost caused the Wizard City to collapse.

Under the cycle of the Möbius strip, all the collapsed places are repaired.

Half of the golden potion in the Potions Department disappeared.

No one was injured in the entire wizard city.

John lowered the Elder Wand, holding a sword in his right hand and a staff in his left hand, sitting on the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

His body was radiant with light and flames were burning behind him.

Ice condensed in the magic tower, and lightning wandered in the ice.

John entered his mind again.

...

In the pure white world, the jumping lightning and dark matter are independent of each other. The purple is constructed into a sword, the gold becomes a crown, the dark blue is a box, and the silver is an albatross.

John held the wand in his hand and looked at the things in front of him.

This is what he created, and it is also what he is bound by.

The dark matter approached the blue planet, emitting greed.

The leaping lightning is violent and unpredictable.

The sword has the power to destroy everything, and the golden crown wanders in dreams.

The dark blue box is always waiting for the frozen doomsday.

Albatross was the most normal of all the abilities, and he looked at John, waiting for his decision.

They are the Witch King's most loyal companions and also his greatest enemies.

John took the crown and grabbed the lightning.

He stared at the object in his hand, and Raiden tried to break free, but was restrained tightly.

When he puts on the crown, he will become the master of his brain and thoughts. By grabbing lightning, he can turn it into speed and storm.

There are countless magical entanglements in the dark matter, and a black dragon spreads its wings from it.

The albatross flew up and slowly came down.

John turned into silver.

He walked towards the main body and his eyes fell on the object in his hand.

"Let me do it."

Silver John spoke.

He stared at the crown, and John held it up without saying anything.

Silver John lowered his head like a crowned king.

"I wish you all the best," John slowly put the crown on his head, like the end of an epic, "You will be deprived of the ability to sleep, and you will only be awake for the rest of your life."

"You cannot dream because you are the dream."

“Long and boring.”

“You can’t be awake because you are awake.”

“You are darkness in the light, and light in the darkness.”

"You are unpredictable, you are not embraced."

"You are a sleepwalker in three heads, you only think about the past and ponder the future in your dreams."

John needs to do this.

He needs the presence of the Wizard King who responds to wizards at all times.

The brain's thoughts are between existence and non-existence. A dream may destroy the world, and it may also drag everyone into the dream.

Staying awake in the dream, never able to fall asleep.

It is a cruel curse, spoken in the name of a blessing.

The person who accepted this cruel curse was John.

Or rather, a part of him.

Wearing the crown, Silver John's body gradually turned golden.

The birth of sleepwalkers means the emergence of administrators of the brain's thinking domain.

Those restless things also became quiet.

John looked at the objects again.

He looked at his wand, recalling Merlin's words in his mind.

Walking towards the dark matter, he grabbed it.

He drew out the purple sword and slashed it, splitting it in half.

Grabbing some of the dark matter, he fused it with lightning, opened the blue box, and threw it inside.

Holding the blue box and the magic wand, he said to the sleepwalker: "From now on, this place will be in your hands."

"Goodbye, ever sober man."

Unfortunately, he cannot cherish the glory of the past and can only be sober in the future.

...

"It will be finished tomorrow!"

Chapter 855 One body and three bodies

John stripped away a part of himself and became his brain, Civic.

Even the Witch King cannot observe the world all the time.

“Sometimes it’s good to not be perfect.”

John watched the changes in his mind.

The Lord of Dreams does not need a magic wand. He wears a crown on his head and is like a conductor, wielding power to control the changes in this world.

A small blade of grass squeezed out from the expanding brain.

This is life, and also a wizard's dream.

John did not continue to watch as his body gradually disappeared.

"Witch King, maybe one day you will regret it," the voice of the Lord of Dreams sounded, "We are one."

John nodded and chuckled, "We'll meet again one day."

The Lord of Dreams turned his head away without saying anything. He was about to begin a long, endless day.

The blue planet is so beautiful, but it is a place where countless evils can breed.

Goodbye, Witch-King.

...

[Ding, the magic blood ends]

[Gain the Runeskin's special features: three heads, gaze, growth, sleepwalking]