I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The school hospital, where Snape returned.

As soon as he entered, Madam Pomfrey stopped him.

Madam Pomfrey wiped her tears and said, "Can you contact his family?"

"It's a very deadly poison for which there is no antidote."

Snape said silently, "Can I talk to him?"

"Pay attention to the time," Madam Pomfrey nodded, returning to her usual appearance, "The patient needs to rest."

Snape walked into the quiet campus hospital, coughing in his ears.

It's John's.

That face has become hideous.

Black blood vessels occupied his cheeks, and every cough was as violent as coughing out his lungs.

Snape suddenly didn't know what to say, he felt absurd in his heart.

In the past time, he had taken the trouble to mention John Wick to Dumbledore time and time again.

He felt that this man was too much like Voldemort.

The same amazing talent, the same handsome, and the same group of people around.

Even Snape was faintly affected.

John was smarter than Voldemort, and he single-handedly changed Slytherin.

Turn sand into green glaze.

As Head of Slytherin, Snape couldn't help but be immersed in it.

He brought glory and brought change.

Arrogant people like Malfoy and Greengrass are all vassals.

The more this happened, the more the contradictions in Snape's heart became more shaken.

He had seen the real side of John, the boy who had once grabbed Sirius and said the most indifferent words in the calmest voice.

He also saw that the boy deliberately left the badge behind, trying to make himself a heart.

But these were all rejected by him.

Snape couldn't afford to gamble.

There is no second Dumbledore in the wizarding world, but John has a tendency to have a third Dark Lord.

Though time and time again, John proved that he was different from Voldemort.

However, prejudice is like a mountain.

Ironically, when Snape finally crossed the mountain, he saw only a dying Slytherin student.

John noticed Snape coming, his eyes filled with a dead gray.

Snape opened his mouth with a complicated expression, and finally turned into a simple and ordinary greeting: "Hello, Mr. Wick."

"Professor." John was so weak that the fatigue was visible to the naked eye when he said a word.

The two were silent for a while, and Snape said, "The poison on your body is man-made. Maybe St. Mungo's side can alleviate it."

"Hehe...cough cough..." John laughed, but it turned into a cough in an instant, black blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and said, "Professor, you are a master of potions, so Can't you see your knowledge?"

Lying on the hospital bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling and said without fear, "St. Mungo can't help me. Professor McGonagall is a very good person. She is destined to be disappointed this time."

It is because the more he knows, the more he feels despair about John's condition.

That kind of poison will exhaust every organ in the body, and finally enter into despair.

John's poison, even Snape, the master of potions, was at a loss.

Snape was inexplicably complicated, and he thought he would be happy because a person who might become the third Dark Lord was about to die.

But all he had was irritability, sadness, remorse, and...guilt.

Even the most hated headmaster in the history of Hogwarts would praise this student from the bottom of his heart.

How ironic that the best student in Slytherin was dying.

As a potion master, he didn't notice it at all.

Even for a while in the morning, John might be saved.

Only now did he realize that it wasn't just someone who might become the third generation of Dark Lords.

That is my own student.

He should have been his most proud student.

Slytherin's proudest legend.

As the dean, I should have protected him and taught him.

But counting it carefully, it seems that I have never done those things.

The disgust at the beginning of school, the fear and alienation afterwards.

It was him who pushed John Wick to such a point step by step.

"Feel sorry."

From that mouth, which has always been a small mouth smeared with honey and full of viciousness and yin and yang, came out a word that had not been said for a long time.

Snape said, "Sorry, Wick."

"As your dean, I failed to protect you well."

After saying this, Snape's eyes were full of confusion as he didn't know how to face the Wick family, "I will notify your parents and let them come to see you for the last time."

"No need," John shook his head and said, "Let's just leave it at that, the more you keep it, the more it will bring pain to others."

Snape looked moved, he was surprised by John's openness to death.

Unlike Voldemort, who crazily resisted death, John embraced it.

"Wick, you still have time until sunset."

This is one of the few happy times between Slytherins.

John said softly, "Professor, let the Society of Stars deal with me."

Snape paused as he left, and he turned to look at John.

Now John is defenseless, if he uses Legilimency, he can easily know all his thoughts.

But Snape stopped after just a thought.

He couldn't do such a thing against the best of Slytherins.

"can."

This is the last thing a dean can do for students.

The door of the school hospital opened, and Professor McGonagall hurried over. She brought along the attending physician of St. Mungo's Hospital, Hibercrate Smethyke.

"I've never seen anything like this." When Smethek saw John, he couldn't help but be shocked by his current situation.

Meanwhile, the grievances at being taken from St. Mungo's disappeared.

Because when he stepped forward to check, he accidentally touched John's hand.

The hand shriveled and shriveled like a mummy.

In such a state, not to mention bumps, accidents will happen even if you move carelessly.

The more he checked, the more solemn his face became, and finally he shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "Sorry, he has come to an end."

"Oh, no." Professor McGonagall took a step back in disbelief.

She had seen what a high-spirited young man this was, even though she knew that she was not professional enough in treatment, she still pleaded beyond her control: "Please, take another look."

"It's a kind of poison that has never been seen before. Dozens of deadly toxins are mixed in it." Smethek shook his head and pronounced the death sentence. "The time before sunset is his last time."

Professor McGonagall's face was pale, and her hand grabbed her heart and collar.

She looked back at Snape, who nodded slowly.

The potion master said so, it seems that at this moment, all the good luck is not going to this young man.

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear the blow, and she walked out of the school hospital with heavy steps.

There were fewer people outside, and there was only one person sitting at the door.

Platinum-blond hair was leaning against the wall, and the tie was ripped open and hung around his neck.

Malfoy sat there, eyes on the ground, not knowing what to think.

Daphne was leaning against the wall, surrounded by her best friend and sister.

They comforted Daphne, she would be fine.

That was the king of Slytherin, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

The door of the school hospital opened, and Malfoy looked up.

A pair of worried eyes came, and Professor McGonagall's face turned pale again.

But this news must be told by her.

She is the vice-headmaster, Dumbledore is gone, she has to bear it.

She took a deep breath, facing expectant eyes, she wanted to announce the news, the news that made everyone sad.

"John Wick..."

Malfoy and Daphne looked at her at the same time, the hope and pleading in their eyes made Professor McGonagall unbearable.

She pursed her lips and said with difficulty, "We have time before sunset."

Everyone was silent.

"impossible!"

Malfoy lost control, and he yelled, "He's not going to die, he's John!"

"Mortal, Malfoy." Snape stepped out.

His expression seemed to be back to normal.

"John won't, he promised me!" Malfoy was very excited.

Daphne's body softened, and she was supported by Pansy and her sister against the wall.

Snape remained sane, looking nonchalant, "Stop your barking, Malfoy."

"John Wick let Daphne Greengrass in."

Malfoy looked back, and Daphne broke away from her best friend and sister when she heard the words, and ran towards the school hospital.

She couldn't keep her image, and arrived all the way into the room.

She saw John, but not for a while, he was barely human.

John's lips moved, as if speaking.

Daphne approached hurriedly, she heard the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies.

"our promise."

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