I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The new king ascends the throne.

No fireworks, no applause.

The moonlight is a congratulatory gift, and the starlight is a gift.

Sky Castle leaves Nurmengard.

Mycroft also departed on the restored cruise ship.

They witnessed the enthronement of the king.

The wizarding world will be brilliant because of this, and the Muggle world will be revalued because of it.

Under the lonely tower with only one person left.

Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes.

He had never seen clearly, the boy named John Wick.

So he was wrong.

John Wick didn't need martyrs.

Whether it is the king of the wizarding world or a student of Hogwarts.

John Wick is John Wick.

You can add many prefixes to this name.

But in the end, John Wick will be the closing words.

He smiled.

Lonely, and relieved.

"I'm really... a fool."

He touched his own wounds, wounds that could not be healed by the sword of Silver Wick, and miraculously healed.

The blood belonging to the king gave this old man who had stepped down from the throne a new life.

The burden that belonged to Dumbledore was gone.

The old man who had died twice sat up.

The cold moonlight did not make him feel cold.

He looks forward.

A tender bud breaks through the soil with difficulty.

The rose seed is reborn.

He hunched over, walked over cautiously, and touched lightly with his fingers.

That movement, like a clumsy gardener.

Nurmengard is drifting aimlessly on this ocean.

The new king named John Wick finally showed mercy to the old man.

It is kindness, but it is also punishment.

He was exiled, abandoned by the entire wizarding world.

It means that he is no longer the Dumbledore of the wizarding world.

He's also just Dumbledore.

He could be Dumbledore, Ariana's older brother.

"I have received your kindness...king."

Dumbledore, who understood everything, stood up. This place that was devastated by the battle began with that rose.

...

Godric's Hollow.

Grindelwald sat blankly on the chair. He was in the courtyard of Dumbledore's house, staring blankly at the door.

He suddenly understood that he seemed to never see that person coming out of the door again.

Grindelwald was confused.

All this made him at a loss.

Perhaps the letter sent to the tower will never be received again.

why?

Why is everything so strange?

Obviously, he is no longer in that tower.

Why is there loneliness?

He doesn't understand.

The smarter a person is, the less able he is to escape emotionally.

In his eyes, the house of the Dumbledore family seemed to have become a man-eating monster.

That is loneliness.

"Lonely, yes, it's lonely."

He laughed, very loudly and impudently.

He couldn't help himself.

lonely.

This vicious curse finally came to him.

He laughed at himself and at the world.

He fell off the chair, curled up clutching his belly, and buried his face in the grass.

The bitter taste of green grass passed over the tip of his tongue, making his tongue a little more bloody.

The laughter blocked by the grass became low and deep.

Obviously laughing, but also like crying.

Two months of insanity in Godric's Hollow.

Nurmengard's half-century mutual confession.

In my life, there are many reds, but only that one piece of red.

It turns out that I am so poor.

What I saw, heard, and touched was only the red rose.

The tower collapsed, and the rose was taken away.

In the end, everything is gone.

He was tired of laughing.

Erase the dewdrops that don't know it is cold and frosty, but also everything that is ridiculous to me.

Spitting out the grass in his mouth, a little blood became his dinner.

open the door.

Inside are familiar things that have remained motionless for a long time.

It has not been touched since 1889.

All traces are preserved.

The box that used to narrate the story has already been torn apart by a battle.

Grindelwald sat in the living room.

He didn't care if the heavy dust would stain his dirty clothes.

There are broken grass on the white hair, and the future cannot be seen in the strange-colored eyes.

He sits still.

I don't know how long it has been.

He is like a stone statue in a dark house.

He had never wanted death more than he did now.

"Is this the punishment you gave me, my king?"

Martyrs were not sacrificed.

The king gave him a punishment, a curse that numbs the heart and makes it impossible to breathe.

forever alone.

He wants to close his eyes.

Shakeable doors and windows creaked.

The fiery phoenix fell.

Grindelwald opened his eyes, and the fire pierced his eyelids, forcing him to open them.

The Phoenix would leave after Dumbledore's death, waiting for the next Dumbledore to show up in need of help.

but……

why?

Grindelwald slowly stretched out his hand, and Fox looked at him with his head tilted.

The finger was scalded by the flames, but he continued to move forward without noticing.

touched.

Those feathers like flames.

This is real.

It turns out that the king of the magical world is not just lonely.

There are more cruel punishments.

but……

I love it.

Grindelwald smiled again, this time, he smiled.

"What a merciful and cruel king."

...

How many steps does it take to become a king?

The first step is to destroy the world.

The second step is to recreate.

The third step is to defeat the previous one.

John did it.

So he became king.

A new king has appeared.

The whole world knows it.

The International Wizarding Union will see John's strength, and they have no reason to reject the king.

Only a powerful king can protect this fragile magical world.

They announced to the world the arrival of the new king, John Wick.

Dharma Alex had a good night's sleep and woke up refreshed.

He found his apprentice, and he was going to do a big job.

"Teacher, have you heard?"

What did you hear?

Oh, by the way, it should be a new product from the alchemy department next door.

Thinking of this, Dharma Alex said flatly: "Do you know what is the most important thing to be a potion master?"

The apprentice was stunned, and immediately realized that this was a teaching session!

This is a one-on-one teaching from a potion master, a good opportunity that can't be obtained by spending thousands of Galleons!

He hastily asked with humility, "What is it?"

"It's the state of mind," Dharma Alex said indifferently with Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, "We must keep our heads clear at all times, even if the sky falls, we must keep the potion The demeanor a master should have."

"I see, thank you teacher for your guidance!" The apprentice understood.

If you don't say that someone is a master of potions, it turns out that temperament is also very important.

It's not like me, after hearing the news, I almost couldn't move my jaw back.

Children can be taught.

The first batch of apprentices entering the Potions Department are all okay.

Satisfied Dharma Alex.

Enter the Great Hall of the Potions Department.

Dharma Alex was excited to see the apprentices rejoicing.

The apprentice following him saw it, and immediately walked out and said: "Keep quiet, you can't even bear this little news, how can you become a master in the future!"

Seeing Dharma Alex's admiring gaze, he was delighted, and said with more energy: "It's not just how much your Lord Wick defeated Dumbledore in the duel yesterday. Although he has officially become the king of the wizarding world, we still have to maintain the status quo. Calm, just like Mr Belby!"

After speaking, he looked at Damo Alex.

Dharma Alex, who was still calm, was stunned.

Dharma Alex grabbed the apprentice's shoulders with both hands, causing the apprentice to cry out in pain.

"What did you say?"

Dharma Alex's eyes were visibly red with the naked eye, and the bloodshot inside was as ferocious as if he wanted to eat people.

The apprentice was dumbfounded.

"Your Excellency Wick defeated Dumbledore and became the king of the wizarding world?"

Dharma Alex panted heavily, and said word by word: "Tell me if it's true?"

"It's true, you told no one to disturb your sleep yesterday."

"what--!!"

Dharma Alex is crazy.

He is really crazy.

Such an important time.

He didn't pass.

The whole Potions Department was in disarray.

No one could catch the head of the Potions Department who was stripping hand and foot and crawling in the shadows, screaming.

...

Hogwarts.

"Quick! Stop him!"

"Use the sleeping spell!"

"Merlin's beard, how can he run so fast with his weight?"

"Professor Hagrid, grab him!"

Professor McGonagall was in a hurry, and Hagrid also fell.

No one could have imagined why the old Slughorn had such a powerful potential when he saw the newspaper in the morning.

Professor Flitwick's old trouble, Slughorn didn't see him, knocked unconscious on the table.

There is really no way, Professor McGonagall dispatched Hogwarts ultimate weapon.

With a big hug from Hagrid, Slughorn was sent to the school hospital.

Hearing that Ms. Pomfrey was terrified, she thought someone had used the Confusion Charm to sneak attack Slughorn.

Otherwise, how could the dignified headmaster of Hogwarts be so insane.

Hagrid patted his bumped stomach and muttered, "John defeated Dumbledore. I never thought he was so powerful."

"Hush—" Professor McGonagall glanced at Slughorn lying on the hospital bed, "Don't let Horace hear you."

Slughorn was loveless.

He was the only one who didn't attend all the magic schools.

And the reason for not participating is still so ridiculous.

He wished he could open the crack in the bed so that he could get in.

...