MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 856 Goodbye, John

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

"You have the wisdom to solve puzzles and the curiosity about everything."

"You have the tolerance to accept friends."

"You are selfish and only love your family."

The gray hair didn't stop, and the black hair gradually turned gray.

It is a kind of withering like after losing life.

John stopped. The box had entered the golden apple.

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

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

Pointing the wand at his head, John closed his eyes.

On the Elder Wand, every trace of soul was pulled out.

A gentle wave.

That ray of soul slowly drifted towards the golden color, like a breeze.

That is my imperfect soul.

That was the excitement and curiosity I felt when I received that letter at the age of eleven.

That was the anger and helplessness of hearing the mudblood being looked down upon.

That is the sadness and powerlessness brought about by death.

It was at the Christmas ball that I was stunned for a moment.

It was also in the Star Club, the lofty ambitions for the future.

It is powerlessness, missing, loneliness and guilt.

That's my everything, my soul, my life.

John's closed eyes, at the corner of his left eye, he didn't know if it was blood or tears.

A drop of gold slipped.

It floats with the soul to the golden apple.

John opened his eyes. Only his left eye was intact.

He sighed softly.

"You are a Slytherin."

"You are the king of the magical world."

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

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

"You are Ariana Wick'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."

"Who are you…"

With countless envy and longing in his eyes, John opened his lips lightly.

"John Wick."

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

He grew from a baby, naked.

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

"You are me, the past me and the future me."

His voice has become smaller and smaller.

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

The three heads of the rune snake.

Sleepwalkers are also awake. They are awake in countless intertwined dreams and cannot return.

The planner is also a self-locked person, sitting on the throne of magic and becoming magic, guarding the body that is no longer human and unable to leave.

Finally, critics are also liberals.

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

He is free, gets rid of the Witch King trapped in the dream and the throne, and becomes John Wick, the free John Wick.

For yourself on the throne, love, love your family, love yourself, and love your friends.

His new life 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 who becomes a monster and destroys everything.

You are not a golden dragon who becomes a **** and protects everything.

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

You are free, you can ride the wind and go to the sea.

The Witch King fell asleep.

This is a dreamless good night. He even gives dreams to his people.

He was wrapped in ice and fire.

Use yourself as a container to exude 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 it the 'Great Witch King'.

The little guys in the magic tower.

Tom whimpered and lay down, his tail swaying slightly, and his head resting on the Witch King's instep.

The hands that once touched my head with warmth need to hold the sword that represents strength and intimidation.

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

The silver ring fell off from the thin fingertips.

John fell asleep.

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

In the Mirror of Erised.

With honor and strength, surrounded by loved ones and delicious food.

He fell into a deep sleep.

He is the perfect Witch King and the imperfect John Wick.

He was one step closer to 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 all over the world, but they are just the Witch King.

Magic Tower, a place that is always cold and bright.

The openable door closed, and blue ice crystals froze it.

…

In the distant deep sea.

As the light disappeared, Daphne couldn't suppress it after all.

She cried, bursting into tears.

The dark deep sea cannot convey my thoughts, my love is trapped in the tower.

But isn’t she trapped in a high tower?

That night of Christmas pas de deux under the moon, that mutual merry Christmas.

The most beautiful gift and the greatest regret.

She touched her heart, but it was empty.

That heart was left behind in the high tower, and all it did was just a shell, with nothing 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 sea water.

The selfish Slytherin will be buried in the deep sea desperately and madly.

What restrains them is not the shackles of a prison, nor their status.

That's the 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 under the tower again.

That kind of me would become a crazy woman and try to blow open the ice-sealed door.

Big tears are broken in the deep sea, and as the sea water floods everything under the tower, my thoughts float on the water. Can you wake up?

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

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

Mr. Greengrass took away his sleeping daughter.

His sigh appeared together with Whale Luo's sad sorrow.

"Love is like poison, killing the body and mind."

"My daughter, go to sleep."

"Expectation is medicine, hanging on your dying soul."

"Every time you blink, expect that the next time you open your eyes, the one you 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 Chief Percy Weasley, wizards enjoy many benefits, reduce the burden on wizards and wizards, provide them with most employment opportunities, and promote economic development.

The population of the Wizarding City has exceeded 500,000, and the population of the Magic World has exceeded one million.

The Magic Kingdom's land grew and nine regions were divided to reorganize the city.

Silver Wolf Magic School participated in the school-level league, but unfortunately finished third and fifth in the Starry Sky Cup.

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