I swung a sword at Hogwarts

[Three Poems: Separating Consciousness from Soul]

[Gaze: Increased revelation and deciphering of knowledge]

【Growth: Continue to grow until the end of life】

[Sleepwalking: an imaginary dream, where one can travel through dreams]

The ninth magic blood ends.

The abundant magic power in John's body was still as turbulent as magma.

He stared at the three heads of Jiaji, his consciousness and soul separated.

Runespoor, an ancient being.

There are basically no runes that die of old age, because they are not united and often kill each other.

Three lives in one body, one person with three persons.

This may be the tragedy of the runespoor, three lives sharing one body.

John sat on the throne, ice and fire devouring each other.

Under the magic tower.

The people of the Witch King looked up at the shining top of the tower.

Percy's office has a view of the Wizard Tower.

His emotions gradually stabilized, the ring rolled to the corner, and the tidy office became a mess.

Penelope came over and approached her husband.

This woman understood that what her husband needed right now was not any sound.

She leaned on Percy's shoulder, and the two of them stood in front of the window looking at the glowing tower.

She asked softly, "What is that?"

Percy paused as he put his arm around his wife.

The blinding light lingered in his eyes, and the voice of this powerful Weasley revealed reluctance.

"From now on, there are two suns in the Magic Kingdom."

Yes, their King, his glory will still shine upon his people.

But what about my friends?

Percy said nothing, standing there quietly with his wife.

...

The light of the ring gradually dimmed, and the man who belonged to the stars burned himself and turned into the sun.

Let the starlight shining on the stars be given to everyone selflessly.

At this moment, Malfoy was as silent as a puppet.

He just used his thumb to rub it over and over again.

The runes on the ring seemed to be engraved on his finger.

He stopped moving his fingers and slowly put the ring on.

"It fits." Malfoy looked at the ring and rubbed it like John did.

There is a hint of self-mockery at the corner of the mouth, or it could be the arc of a smile.

“I’ve always wanted to try this.”

Every time he saw John do this action, he knew that John was thinking about something.

That person has already exposed all his habits to the stars.

Once, Malfoy secretly took out a ring and rubbed it with deep intentions, just like John.

But for some reason, no matter what kind of ring it is, it doesn't come as naturally as John's.

As time went by, he stopped studying.

Until today, he finally understood why John's movements were so natural.

Because it was paid for over and over again at a heavy price.

Malfoy looked up and saw his worried parents.

The pain in his mother's eyes pierced his heart.

responsibility.

It was as if those things suddenly fell on his shoulders, and Malfoy seemed to have matured a lot overnight.

"I'm fine, Mom."

Malfoy walked towards his mother.

He is no longer the child who could snuggle in his parents' arms.

When he grew up, he was a head taller than his mother.

He hugged his mother.

Narcissa understood what the Witch King meant to her son.

Lucius placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

The silent words between father and son were conveyed with this action.

"I'm just going to miss him."

Malfoy whispered, "I miss him."

John, I have to take responsibility like you.

...

The wizards had no idea what the light meant, or that they might never see the Witch-King again.

They were just curious and surprised at the changes that had just happened to them.

For a moment, they felt that they were on the verge of death and the destruction of their city.

The strange phenomena in the sky they attributed to the greatness of the Witch-King.

Powerful magic, this is the Witch King.

Infinite miracles, this is the Witch King.

Their wizard king is powerful and able to protect wizards.

So praise the Witch King, just as he once performed miracles.

The wizards cheered at the light.

A child makes some strange discoveries.

The bubbles he blew seemed to become smaller?

The child eyed the Jazz Bubble Candies purchased from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes suspiciously.

...

Inside the magic tower, everything is coming to an end.

Tom sat beneath the glorious throne.

How dazzling.

The Protoss didn't play around either.

Basil flapped its wings and landed next to Tom. This time, instead of hitting Tom, it stretched out its wings and landed gently on the dog's head.

Riddle stood next to the Star Spirit, and his big black eyes narrowed.

John looked at the wand in his hand.

Maybe it's okay to be imperfect.

"Just consider it as my selfishness."

He thought about it, and the Holy Grail potion stored in the potion department began to roll.

A vortex sucked all the potion away.

On the magic tower, the golden potion gathered inside and turned into a ball.

The surface of the ball is smooth, like jelly.

All the little animals looked up at the ball.

John raised his left hand, and a blue box condensed in front of the Elder Wand.

From the square mark on his chest, lines and circles grew, covering his torso and toward the wand.

Like a growing tree, behind him, a sacred tree woven with countless truths grew.

The tree grew bigger and bigger, almost submerging the entire space.

Following the direction John pointed, the tree extended its branches into the golden potion.

Like a golden apple, hanging on the tree made of truth.

John began to speak: "I give you life, my consciousness, my soul."

"I gave you a name, blood, and body."

"You are a new life, the heir of the nine bloodlines, and the holder of a free soul."

What is he going to do?

Like a title he has.

Creation!

Create a life!

Who to create?

I.

The blue box moved closer to the golden potion.

The golden apple contains powerful vitality.

Just like a heart, it beat suddenly.

The rhythm of life begins to play.

John didn't stop, his voice becoming distant.

It's like speaking to the future from the past, and also like looking back in the future.

"I will give you supreme knowledge, integrating alchemy from ancient times to the present."

"I will give you powerful magic, the power to defeat the three demon kings."

"I give you the flame of Nirvana, the ancient beyond life and death."

John's eyes turned into vertical pupils, his right eye was filled with darkness and lightning, and his left eye was light and time.

“You walk in darkness and bathe in light.”

"You control the lightning in the storm and dominate the fear."

"You can bring disaster, but you can also bring rebirth."

"You are the creator and the destroyer."

"You are a new life, and you are also a dead wizard king."

Having said this, John paused.

In his right eye, the darkness gradually faded.