I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Inside the Silver Hand Manor.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Ouroboros biting each other's tails is almost forbidden after that golden light hole imprint.

The weird scene and the radiant radiance were frozen at the same time.

It's like someone pressed the shutter, freezing this place.

Malfoy's breathing slowed down, and he asked cautiously, "Is this a success?"

Heinrich stared intently, not sure if he succeeded.

Among those present, the most powerful must be Dumbledore.

The old man who finally had a vacation was also eaten back by the taboo.

"You've made it this far, John," Dumbledore looked at the time anchor complicatedly, "Taboos will sink people."

This is the most amazing person he has ever seen, even surpassing everyone.

In terms of taboos, Dumbledore can be sure that even the most senior silent man in the Ministry of Magic cannot reach the height of John.

Knowledge, experience, and wisdom are far beyond ordinary people.

This point, after Dumbledore recalled the white-haired boy, it is even more clear how powerful John will be when he comes back this time.

When Dumbledore was the headmaster, when Snape took the trouble to mention John.

He can always overlap two different figures.

Come to think of it now.

It's not that John is like Voldemort, but subconsciously, Dumbledore sees Voldemort as John.

Isn't the person after the overlap exactly the white-haired wizard I saw when I was young?

"So it was always you, Joel."

Dumbledore touched his nose subconsciously.

Now that he remembered the memory, he also recalled who punched him in the nose.

"Aberforth really doesn't have that strength."

Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry.

suddenly.

The frozen time of the anchor point began to rotate, and the ouroboros biting each other's tails began to devour each other.

Until the two snakes devour each other to the head, shrinking and shrinking continuously.

The shrinking light bloomed at this moment.

The dazzling golden light made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

A figure walked out of it.

Twirling his hair with his fingers, the black air on his body rolled.

Noticing where he was, the figure paused, with a smile on his face.

"I am back."

The golden light dissipated, and a familiar voice sounded.

All eyes were focused on the person who appeared.

Followed by.

Malfoy locked his eyes, pouted his butt, and accelerated his sprint.

He was about to jump in front of John with a pounce, when he saw his body hanging upside down uncontrollably.

John's arms were bumped into by a soft body.

He supported the person subconsciously, looked down, and said with a chuckle: "For you, I should have been walking for less than two hours."

When Daphne heard this, she gave John a blank look.

In the next second, John was directly pushed down, and everyone in the Star Club rushed up one by one.

This was John's punishment for taking the risk.

Malfoy yelled, he was still hanging from the chandelier.

"Why do you still have the magic power to use Fuchsia!"

Malfoy was not convinced, he was almost drained, who would have thought that Daphne would still have magical powers.

Surrounded by the stars, John also laughed.

Malfoy noticed something was wrong and asked in surprise, "John, your hair has recovered?"

Everyone looked at it quickly, and John's white hair turned back to black hair.

One by one was pleasantly surprised.

"Some unexpected gains." John shrugged, and the dark power in that dimension dyed his hair directly.

John smiled all over his face, looked up, and was stunned when he saw the old man with the white beard.

"How could it be you?"

Dumbledore did not join in the frolicking of the group of young people, but was a little surprised to hear John's words.

"You wrote to me, John."

"No, no, no," John shook his head again and again, with a surprised expression on his face, "I'll write to another person."

"Another person?" Dumbledore mused.

John had already calculated that the magic power of the crowd might not be able to set an anchor successfully.

So he wrote three letters, one to his father asking him to find the sword of Silver Wick.

The second letter was sent to Fu Rong, asking her to gather members.

The third and most important letter, he needs help from someone with powerful magic power.

And there are three people he knows who can meet this condition.

Grindelwald, Dumbledore and... Dumbledore.

"Ok."

Even John couldn't count all omissions, but fortunately, the result was the arrival of another Dumbledore.

John was pulled up by Heinrich, looked at the old man, and said, "You helped me, Dumbledore, I need to return it."

"You've helped me, John." Dumbledore shook his head slightly. It was the Holy Grail that he was able to live.

Furthermore, with Dumbledore's sage personality, helping a Hogwarts student who has gone astray is not asking for anything in return.

John looked at him and said unquestionably, "This is an exchange of equal value, you don't have to rush to refuse."

...

America.

Nagini's soul has recovered, and her legs should be able to walk logically.

But for some reason, she seemed to have forgotten how to walk.

Still unable to get out of the wheelchair.

Gently stroked the wand that John had given him.

Eleven and a quarter inches, dense texture, excellent toughness.

The tail has a spiral pattern and is set with a sapphire.

Yew wood material, thestral feather stick core.

This is the magic wand that belongs to the reborn, and it is also the most cherished thing of Nagini.

In the first half of Nagini's life, she had a boy whom she loved deeply.

But until the day when she completely turned into a snake, she never had the chance to see him again.

But she always remembered, remembered that promise.

That promise looks for its own promise.

On the beautiful wand, there is a line of words.

She stroked it with her fingers, and said softly: "Celebrate Nagini's rebirth with this thing."

Gently placing the wand on his heart, Nagini whispered to those who had already died: "Credence."

That reckless boy gave himself a second life.

Nagini felt that he should let go and not let John down.

She tried to stand up, as she had done before.

Just when she was trembling with the help of the wheelchair.

Gently, as if afraid of being broken, he held her up.

Nagini froze.

The black substance passed through Nagini's body, and the familiar feeling made her eyes dilate.

"It's you?" The snake lady respected by District [-] said with a trembling voice, "Credence?"

The black matter slowly condensed and turned into a human form in front of Nagini.

That familiar face, with long hair.

He was wearing the mauve dress that John had given him that day, and he came here for a date.

"Nagini."

Credence wasn't sure either, he fell into a deep sleep and then woke up again.

After he found his family, he knew his life experience.

Have their own name.

But he couldn't find the person he cherished.

Silently eroding his body, he died not long after returning to his father's Godric's Hollow.

Accompanied by the pendant that has never been taken off from beginning to end, buried in Godric's Hollow.

The person who should have been sleeping forever has been revived after many years.

The pendant containing the parting gift disappeared.

Relying on the intermittent memory in his mind, he found here.

Nagini covered his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"John."

In her mind, the missing memories of the soul are flooding in at this moment.

"May you have no regrets this time."

The words when leaving echoed in Nagini's ears.

She moved.

The legs that should have been unable to move an inch started to trot, rushing to the embrace many years ago.

"You're back, Credence."

O our King, he is gentle and mighty.

Our king is selfish and domineering.

Even if it is a pity, I have to reverse it for my friend.

He saved the second half of Nagini's life and made up for her regrets in the first half of her life.

One of them should have died in the past, and the other had turned into an evil container and died in the future.

Until the death of that sword turned into a wisp of smoke and reunited.

just now.

The birds who each lost a wing finally meet again.

She ran to the boy she loved so much.

To touch, to embrace, to love.

So real, so warm.

There are no teenagers who die young, and no big snakes who lose their humanity.

Not to mention the existence of being regarded as a monster by people.

Yes, there is only one couple who are attached to each other.

...

"She should have turned into a wisp of smoke and ran towards her beloved boy, but the domineering and gentle king did not allow the tragedy to happen.

John Wick, a selfish Slytherin.

His love is so selfish that it can only be distributed to those he loves.

He is an alchemist who pursues equal exchange, but makes up for all regrets for his friends free of charge.

He is a king loved by his subjects, but he cannot become a saint respected by all living beings. "