I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John has two ideas.

One is to go to the limit under the threat of life and death and break the bottleneck.

The second is Deathly Hallows.

That's right, there are three things that Grindelwald once wanted to collect.

Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Invisibility Cloak.

A treasure from the three brothers, and also a creation of Death.

Rumor has it that whoever gets the three treasures will become the master of Death.

John scoffed at that, because he'd seen the Death guy.

With the Resurrection Stone in hand, he made a deal with Death to resurrect his friend.

He could feel that some of the rules hidden in the resurrection stone were indeed useful.

The ability of the Elder Wand to upgrade any magic by one level also made John feel different.

The three treasures combined cannot become the master of the God of Death, but they can definitely bring about some changes.

After the end of the International Federation of Wizards Conference.

John went to Silver Hand Manor.

Seeing John come back, Tang Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm really worried that your lord will go and deal with Muggles alone."

For Tang Mi, nothing is more important than John's safety.

"How are the werewolves?" John put the Elder Wand away.

The werewolf is also actively participating in this war.

And before John came, those battles cost the wizard too.

Speaking of werewolves, Tang Mi lost his smile on his face.

"Werewolves sacrificed a lot."

John was silent too.

The werewolf still lived up to his trust.

After a long time, John exhaled, "This makes me feel very heavy."

Trust is too heavy.

Facing a group of people who would die for them at any time, he could not use them to achieve some goals with peace of mind.

"My lord, Grindelwald...is he dead?" A trace of hatred flashed in Tang Mi's eyes.

This is the answer everyone wants to know.

During the time when their king disappeared, the result of the decisive battle with Grindelwald.

Despite seeing the Elder Wand, Tang Mi was still eager to hear the answer from John.

The villain who caused trouble in the wizarding world.

"No." John lowered his head and looked at the letter on the table, "He survived and will never appear again."

This is a letter from Crouch.

John opened it and asked, "Will you blame me, Tang Mi?"

"I won't," Tang Mi said firmly, shaking his head, "I will only follow your lord."

Sighing, John said, "I need to get away for a while."

"What do you need me to do?"

Same problem as Percy.

John paused and said, "Trust me."

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"The greatest Minister for Magic, Barty Crouch."

John stood in front of Barty Sr.'s tombstone, looking at his friend who was buried here.

He put his hand on it and patted it gently.

Just like before, he patted old Batty sitting on the chair.

"I've let you down, old Barty."

Facing this friend, John was full of guilt.

"I didn't fulfill our agreement."

He put down the flowers he brought, with a complicated expression, "I should kill him."

Dumbledore did not hesitate to kneel, making it impossible for John to make a decision.

He looked at Old Batty, feeling overwhelmed with guilt at this moment.

He took out the resurrection stone and looked at the pitch-black stone.

She laughed at herself and said, "Maybe that's why you didn't come to see me."

He couldn't tell whether the resurrection stone showed regrets or ghosts.

As the holder of the resurrection stone, he failed to meet the soul he wanted to see.

"Perhaps down there, you spit on John Wick," said John. "I understand you, old Barty."

The rain fell on the tombstone, and John didn't hold an umbrella.

He needs some quiet now and then.

A gesture that cannot be shown around a living friend can be shown around a dead friend.

Little Barty saw him, and silently held an umbrella and came to John's side to shield him from the rain.

"Sorry, I didn't kill Grindelwald." John didn't look back, he calmly looked at the photo of the family of three under the old Barty's tombstone, "You can leave me now."

Little Barty didn't speak.

The rain was splashing on the umbrella surface.

The heavy rain did not intend to stop, and the wind came along with it.

The two of them stayed like this for about 15 minutes.

Little Barty looked at the photo.

Old Batty was as stern as usual, while his mother smiled softly.

Batty Jr., who just entered school, tried hard to show his demeanor as the only child of the Crouch family.

As the shutter is pressed, the photo freezes in those few seconds.

"I saw my father," Barty Jr. said, "When I was dying in the Himalayas, I saw my parents, I longed for my mother's arms, and begged them to take me away from this painful place. "

John listened quietly.

"But they won't let me go." Barty Jr. looked away from the photo, staying on the young and tired side face. "I'm very sad, very angry, and very scared."

He spoke calmly, but there was some tremor in his tone.

"I told them that there is no place for me in this world."

"But my father said: what about John Wick?"

Little Barty paused, and John had waves in his eyes.

"My father told me that the one who is already the second king, the second king who defeated Voldemort, needs me."

"He told me what I've been avoiding."

"Yes, I have looked to that young child as my guide."

"Even I didn't notice."

"Father finally told me," Little Barty knelt down slowly, stroked his right hand to his heart, and looked at the king in front of him, "Be yourself and let Crouch go."

"You always thought that it was hatred that carried me forward and kept me alive."

"Great king, you are wrong, this is the first time you made a mistake in front of me."

Little Barty smiled, lowered his head, and said in a pious tone: "I live for you, Barty Crouch, who has long been a follower of the king."

John never knew this.

The rain stopped slowly, and the last drop of rain hit the tombstone, splashing a splash.

John looked up.

The sun pierced the gloomy clouds and fell on his face.

The sunshine after the rain is not dazzling.

He murmured, "Is that so?"

It turned out that some people had regarded the king as their life.

Wang, who cannot make everyone happy, is too harsh on himself.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he stood up and stretched, "Your trust still feels heavy."

"That's because of cherishing, so I can feel the weight." Little Batty looked up, looking up at the king of sunshine after the rain.

A king who can feel the weight is what the wizarding world expects.

A person who neglects trust will not be able to become a great king after all.

John smiled slightly, and reached out to caress old Barty's tombstone.

"Is it because of trust?"

Little Barty bowed and saluted, "What do I need to do?"

"Then continue to trust me," John said with a smile in his eyes, "Let me take you to see a whole new world."

First king, let me lead the subjects you don't want.

The wizards should see it.

The disappearance of the first and the second.

In the wizarding world, as long as there is one king, it is enough.

The strongest one!

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