I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Hogwarts.

"Albus?"

Slughorn seldom moved around. Ever since he was cheated by his dear students, he had paid attention to the group of potion masters.

But he refused all invitations to go out to parties.

Who knew if he would drag himself into the Potions Department in the name of a party.

You must know that this method has left few members of the Potion Masters Association.

This time he took wizard chess and wanted to play chess with his old friend.

To his surprise, his old friend was not at school.

Thinking about it carefully, Dumbledore did not show up at dinner yesterday.

He approached Professor McGonagall and asked, "Minerva, have you seen Albus?"

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall was busy with the exam, and he was taken aback when he heard this, "Isn't he in his office?"

"I think so, I just came over there." Slughorn didn't even put down the wizard chess in his hand.

It's a pity that Professor McGonagall doesn't know where the former headmaster went.

The owl seemed extra late today.

Ginny in the library is making a final effort.

The exam is coming, and she hopes to improve her grades.

Bill would send her letters sometimes, not owls, of course.

Through the portal of the Ministry of Magic, a special person will send a letter to Bill, who lives on the magic island.

Bill said a lot of joy to his family in the letter, which is a huge change that has never been seen before.

The whole wizarding world will shake because of their affairs.

Mr. Weasley, the director of the Ministry of Magic, was also very curious about what the place where the Magic Association was located was.

Even he, the head of the Weasley family of the 28 ancient clan, and high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic are not qualified to go to that place.

Bill was the only one in the family who worked there.

He follows a magic teacher, an old man who once wrote magic books.

That old man was too old, just like Spencers and the others, even the name took a while to remember.

In the past, the Researcher's Association immersed itself in research. Such efficiency is not to say low, but at least there are huge problems in inheritance.

So the new Magic Association changed the system, and each of those living fossils led a few apprentices to carry out magic research.

In this process, there is no need to do it yourself, and apprentices can help with some things.

This greatly reduces the pressure on each living fossil, and can also train a new batch of magic scholars over time.

Bill used to be an excellent curse-breaker, and his direction of strategy was about curses and the application of magic.

In Egypt, sleeping mummies used powerful curses to protect themselves in order to preserve their bodies after death.

That's what Bill was dealing with, being employed by Gringotts, which could roughly be understood as a group of grave robbers.

Those valuable treasures that lifted the curse were all collected by Gringotts.

Letting a group of outstanding wizards steal their compatriots for other races openly, the former Ministry of Magic did not care about it, which is really confusing.

Ginny is very yearning for the place Bill described. She has two goals, one is to be a professional female Quidditch player, and the other is to go to the place where Bill works.

Both goals required extra effort from her.

Lively girl working hard at the desk.

Ms. Pince's harsh eyes walked over this group of worry-free little wizards.

No one cherishes these crystallizations of wisdom in the magical world more than she does.

Neville was very aware of this when he was in school.

Except for a few uneasy little lions who were driven out by broom and duster, everything is fine... right?

"Cuckoo."

"Bang, bang..."

The windows of the library were full of owls, and some impatient owls tapped their beaks against the glass.

The noisy voice instantly overshadowed the voice of learning.

Ms. Pince, dark-faced, walked to an open window and waved the annoying owl away with her hands.

The owl flew up and flapped its feathers, and the newspapers were thrown in too.

Ms. Pince was scrambling, and those owls only knew what to do.

Swarming through the windows and making the library messy.

The tragedy here caught Filch's attention, and he hurriedly put the box on the table, and ran in to catch the owls that flew in for Ms Pince.

Ginny, who was studying, was hit in the head by an owl flying overhead dropping a newspaper.

This made her very angry, and she grabbed the newspaper and twisted it into a strand to knock the owl down.

On the distorted newspaper, his brother appeared on it.

"Percy?"

Ginny hesitated, and opened the crumpled newspaper.

The End of the Saints, Victory in the War Against the Muggle Army

She saw Percy, her older brother, lip-synching over and over in front of the focused camera.

"We won."

The Daily Prophet

"Singing the Contrarian"

No matter which newspaper it is, it has the same news.

Victory.

This battle lasted for a year and brought great harm to the wizarding world.

The Saints fall, and Grindelwald is defeated by John Wick.

The war with Muggles ended with the arrival of the king.

everything is over.

Peace is restored to the wizarding world.

Ginny stared at the newspaper.

The flapping of the owl rang in my ears, Ms. Pince's angry growl, and Filch's exclamation of his scratched arm.

After finally driving all the owls out, Ms. Pince had a few feathers on her head.

"These things better not have feces on their paws," Filch said angrily.

But he looked around and felt that something was wrong, and said in surprise: "There seems to be something wrong."

Too quiet.

On weekdays, when those students encounter this kind of situation, which one is not more excited than the other.

Compared with boring study, students wish that different things happen every day in school.

The students held a newspaper, and they focused like it was some kind of treasure.

Filch scratched his head, and thoughtfully removed the feather for Ms. Pince.

next second.

Screaming and deafening cheers burst through the roof of the library.

A Gryffindor third-year student, jumping straight onto the table, bouncing around merrily.

Crazy, crazy.

Ms. Pince was terrified, and Filch stretched out his hand to stop her, and said in surprise, "What's wrong? What happened?"

This group of students went crazy because of too much study pressure?

Filch figured it would be up to the professors to handle it.

He ran out, and Ms. Pince was surrounded by a group of students. This stern librarian was so helpless for the first time.

The girls hugged Ms. Pince and screamed at a high decibel level.

Filch found Professor Flitwick, and for some reason, this amiable little old man happily waltzed there alone.

He had no choice but to transfer his hope for help to Head Hufflepuff who was walking quickly.

"Professor Sprout, you are going to see..."

Before he finished speaking, Sprout laughed and danced with Professor Flitwick hand in hand.

"Crazy, all crazy, is this a curse?"

Filch was terrified, and hurried to the most stable Professor McGonagall.

Walking over to take a look, I saw Professor McGonagall sitting there in a trance.

On the table, a newspaper was spread out, which made her unable to recover for a long time.

A Gryffindor lion cub who was sentenced to confinement ran over in a panic.

"Professor McGonagall is bad, things have been stolen!"

Hogwarts is weird today.

...

Godric's Hollow.

Dumbledore, who wanted to spend his old age in peace, hunched his back and cut off the excess leaves that were entangled in the garden.

After cutting for a while, he straightened up, clenched his fist and thumped his old waist.

"Old." He said something.

"Why, Albus?" asked Grindelwald, who had bled to death, "Why did you save me?"

"You have to let him live completely for this world."

Dumbledore looked at his old friend with a complicated expression, "This is too cruel to him."

"Isn't that good?" Grindelwald asked back, "He will become the king of this world and lead this world, so that all wizards can live in a fair manner."

"But what about John?" Dumbledore sighed, "He only has you let him be bound by the shackles called expectation, and his will no longer belongs to you."

The hero who killed Grindelwald, the king whom everyone hopes for.

The guilt and responsibility in his heart entangled his young body infinitely. He could not live for himself, but could only be a king. The child named John Wick would always stay on the most painful day.

The wise old man saw through Grindelwald's conspiracy, and Dumbledore didn't want John to become such a person.

"He will bring light to the wizarding world, Albus." Grindelwald walked down the doorstep.

"He will still bring light to the wizarding world," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "and now."

"But he is John Wick, not the king," Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's old face and said word by word, "The king is alone."

"King, be selfless."

"King, is mighty."

"King, it should belong to everyone, not some people."

Complete the martyrdom, kill the last of John Wick's innocence and make him king through and through.

This is what Grindelwald wanted.

Use your own death to fill your young and immortal body with guilt and responsibility.

Kill the will named John Wick and become a selfless king.

"You've gone mad," said Dumbledore.

"That's how it should be when I step into that tower," Grindelwald replied.

The wind blew through the silver-white hair, and Grindelwald looked at the person in front of him in a daze, "You are too old, Al."

"No one is ever old, Gail."

Dumbledore looked up into the wind.

"What are you going to do with me?" Grindelwald laughed at himself, "Build another tower?"

At the end of Godric's Hollow, the man named John Wick came slowly.

The three gathered again in Godric's Hollow.

Reunion after a century.

Dumbledore looked away from Grindelwald to the child who became king.

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