I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 856 Goodbye, John

"You have the courage to explore, and the speed to cross mountains, seas, and the universe."

"You have a wisdom for solving puzzles and a curiosity about everything."

"You have the tolerance to accept friends."

"You have the selfishness to only love your family."

The graying did not stop, and the black hair gradually turned gray.

It was a kind of withering like the loss of life.

John stopped and the box had entered the golden apple.

He lowered his wand, and the power from the throne of the Eternal Witch King flowed through his body.

"You're not perfect," he murmured, "but you're real."

The wand was pointed at his head and John closed his eyes.

A trace of soul was extracted from the old wand.

A gentle wave.

The soul slowly drifted towards the gold, like a breeze.

That is my imperfect soul.

That was the excitement and curiosity of receiving that letter at the age of eleven.

That was the anger and helplessness heard from the contemptuous Mudbloods.

That is the sadness and powerlessness brought by death.

It was a moment of amazement at the Christmas ball.

It was also in the Star Society that we had such lofty ambitions for the future.

It is powerlessness, missed opportunities, loneliness and guilt.

It was my everything, my soul, my life.

John's eyes were closed, and at the left corner of his eye, it was unclear whether it was blood or tears.

A drop of gold slid down.

It floats with the soul towards the golden apple.

John opened his eyes, and only his left eye was intact.

He sighed softly.

"You're a Slytherin."

"You are the king of the magical world."

"You are Watson Wick's child, his pride."

"You are Natasha Jovanovich's child, Jovanovich's Yadani."

"You are Arianna Wake's brother, a blind man in Godric's Hollow."

"You are the stars, remember your friends."

"You are the Witch King. Don't forget your people."

"You are……"

John opened his lips slightly with countless envy and longing in his eyes.

"John Wick."

The man in the golden apple took shape, and a blue light flashed at his heart.

He grew from a baby, naked.

John's consciousness began to fall asleep, and his blurry vision still fell on the unborn golden apple.

"You are me, my past self, and my future self."

His voice was getting smaller and smaller.

"You are not me, not who I am now."

The three heads of a rune snake.

The sleepwalker is also a awake person, awake in the place where countless dreams are intertwined, unable to return.

The planner is also the one who locks himself in. He sits on the throne of magic and becomes magic, guarding a body that is no longer human and cannot leave.

Finally, critics are also liberals.

He criticized, criticized John Wick's greatness, and cursed John Wick's selfishness.

He is free, free from the Witch-King trapped in dreams and thrones, and becomes John Wick, free John Wick.

Love for yourself who is on the throne, love your family, love yourself, and love your friends.

His rebirth will take a long time.

Wake up from the last dream.

With a freedom that the two Johns did not have.

You are not a black dragon, become a monster and destroy everything.

You are not a golden dragon, becoming a god to protect everything.

You are an albatross, you can fly and reach anywhere you want to go.

You are free, you can ride the wind and head for the sea.

The Witch King slept.

This is a dreamless good night, and he even gives dreams to his people.

He was wrapped in ice and fire.

Using itself as a container, it exudes the greatness of magic all the time.

As a shield and a sword.

He will be the patron saint of all wizards and the nightmare of all enemies.

This is the greatest magic in the world, and people will call him the 'Great Witch King'.

The little guys in the magic tower.

Tom whimpered and lay down, his tail wagging gently, and he rested his head on the back of the Witch King's feet.

The hands that once caressed my head warmly need to hold the sword that represents strength and deterrence.

The Elder Wand fell from his left hand and tumbled down the steps.

The silver ring fell off from the thin fingertips.

John is asleep.

He once laughed happily like everyone else, and he was also angry at his own powerlessness.

In the Mirror of Erised.

With honor and power, surrounded by loved ones, and enjoying delicious food.

He fell into a deep sleep.

He's the perfect Witch King, but an imperfect John Wick.

He was one step away from understanding his own heart and being with the girl whose eyes followed him.

He will wake up.

In that world, no one knew John Wick.

The voices praising the Witch King are heard all over the world, and it is only the Witch King.

The magic tower, a place of eternal cold and light.

The door that could be opened was closed and frozen by blue ice crystals.

...

In the distant deep sea.

As the light faded, Daphne couldn't hold it back after all.

She cried and cried uncontrollably.

The dark deep sea cannot convey my longing, and the one I love is trapped in a high tower.

But isn't she also trapped in a tower?

That night of Christmas, we danced together under the moon, and wished each other a Merry Christmas.

The greatest gift and the greatest regret.

She touched her heart, and it felt empty.

The heart was left in the tower, and all it did was just a shell, without anything to love.

Love is great, love is restrained.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Love is selfish!

Love is crazy!

Without you, I would flood the world with water.

The selfish Slytherin will be buried in the depths of the sea with all his madness.

What binds them is not cages or shackles, nor their status.

It's that time.

It's that responsibility.

The cowardly Slytherin did not have the courage to see his love die in his arms, so he chose to sleep.

Just like myself, I don’t have the courage to go to the tower again.

If I were like that, I would become a mad woman and blow open the frozen door.

Big tears shattered in the deep sea, and along with the sea water, flooded everything under the high tower. All my thoughts floated on the water. Can you wake up?

She cried for a long time until she let out all her emotions.

The girl who stole a kiss in the valley fell asleep with her sleeping lover.

Mr. Greengrass took his sleeping daughter away.

His sigh appeared along with the sorrow of Whale Fall.

"Love is like poison, it consumes the body and soul."

"My daughter, go to sleep."

“Expectation is the medicine that keeps your dying soul hanging.”

"Every time you blink, look forward to opening your next eye, and your love will be in front of you."

...

The first ten years of the establishment of the Magic Kingdom.

The Wizarding World is experiencing population growth.

Under the policies of Headmaster Percy Weasley, wizards enjoy numerous benefits, reducing the burden on wizards and witches, providing them with the majority of employment opportunities, and promoting economic development.

The population of the Wizarding City has exceeded 500,000, and the population of the magical world has exceeded one million.

The land of the Magic Kingdom grew, and it was divided into nine areas to reorganize the city.

Silver Wolf Magic School participated in the school league, but unfortunately only got third place and fifth place in the Starry Sky Cup.

The Magic University has more than a thousand students and provides more and more outstanding talents for the magical society.