I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John stripped away a part of himself and became Civic.

Even the Witch King cannot observe the world all the time.

“Sometimes it’s nice not to be perfect.”

John watched as the brain changed.

The Lord of Dreams does not need a wand. He wears a crown, like a conductor, waving changes in the world.

A piece of grass squeezed out of the expanding brain.

This is life and a wizard's dream.

John didn't continue to watch, his body gradually disappeared.

"Witch King, maybe one day you will regret it," the voice of the Lord of Dreams sounded, "We are one."

John nodded and chuckled: "On that day, we will meet again."

The Lord of Dreams turned his head and said nothing. He was about to start a long and endless day.

The blue planet is so beautiful, but it can breed countless evils in this place.

Goodbye, Witch King.

...

[Ding, the magic blood is over]

[Obtained the blessings of rune snake characteristics: three songs, gaze, growth, and sleepwalking]

[Three songs: Separating consciousness from soul]

[Gaze: Revealing and deciphering knowledge increased]

[Growth: Continuously growing until the end of life]

[Sleepwalking: imaginary dreams, you can travel in dreams]

The ninth magic blood is over.

The abundant magic power in John's body was still noisy like churning magma.

He stared at the three blessings, his consciousness and soul separated.

Rune snake, an ancient existence.

Basically, there are no runes that die of old age, because they are not united with each other and often kill each other.

Three lives are of the same body, one body and three bodies.

This may be the sorrow of the rune snake, three lives sharing one body.

John sat on the throne, ice and fire devouring each other.

Under the magic tower.

The people belonging to the Witch King looked up at the radiant top of the tower.

Percy's office has a view of the Magic Tower.

His mood gradually stabilized, the ring rolled into the corner, and the neat office became a mess.

Penello came over and approached her husband.

This woman understands that what her husband needs now is not any sound.

She leaned on Percy's shoulder, and the two of them looked at the radiant tower in front of the window.

She asked softly: "What is that?"

Percy paused as he held his wife in his arms.

The dazzling light lingered in his eyes, and the voice of this powerful Weasley revealed reluctance.

"From now on, there are two suns in the Magic Kingdom."

Yes, the glory of their king will still shine on his people.

But what about my friends?

Percy said nothing and stood there quietly with his wife.

...

The light of the ring gradually dimmed, and the man who belonged to the stars burned himself and turned into the sun.

Give the starlight that shines on the stars to everyone selflessly.

At this moment, Malfoy was as silent as a puppet.

He just rubbed it over and over with his thumb.

The runes on the ring seemed to be engraved on his finger.

He stopped his finger movements and slowly put the ring on.

"It fits well." Malfoy looked at the ring and stroked it like John did.

A hint of self-deprecation at the corner of his mouth might also be the arc of a smile.

"I've always wanted to try something like this."

Every time he saw John do this action before, he knew what John was thinking about.

That person has already exposed all his habits to the eyes of the stars.

Malfoy once secretly took out a ring and rubbed it thoughtfully like John did.

But I don’t know why, no matter what kind of ring it is, it doesn’t come as naturally as John’s.

As time passed, he stopped learning.

Until today, he finally understood why John's movements were so natural.

Because that was paid for over and over again at a heavy price.

Malfoy looked up and saw his worried parents.

The distress in his mother's eyes hurt his heart.

responsibility.

Those things seemed to suddenly fall on his shoulders, and Malfoy seemed to have matured a lot overnight.

"I'm fine, Mom."

Malfoy walked towards his mother.

He is no longer the child who could cling to his parents' arms.

When he grew up, he was a head taller than his mother.

He hugged his mother.

Narcissa understood what the Witch King meant to her son.

Lucius placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

The silent words between father and son are transmitted with this action.

"I'm just going to miss him."

Malfoy said softly: "I miss him very much."

John, I have to take responsibility just like you.

...

The wizards didn't know what the light meant, or that they might never see the Witch King again.

They were just curious and surprised at the changes that had just happened to them.

For a moment, they felt like they were on the verge of death and the city was destroyed.

Visions in the sky they attributed to the greatness of the Witch-King.

Powerful magic, this is the Witch King.

Infinite miracles, this is the Witch King.

Their Witch King is powerful and able to protect the wizards.

So praise the Witch King, just like the miracles the Witch King once performed.

The wizards cheered at the light.

A child makes some strange discoveries.

The bubbles he blew seemed to become smaller?

The child stared suspiciously at the Sir Bubbles candy purchased from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

...

In the magic tower, everything is coming to an end.

Tom sat beneath the glorious throne.

How dazzling.

The protoss wasn't fooling around either.

Basil flapped its wings and landed next to Tom. This time it didn't hit Tom, but stretched out its wings and landed lightly on the dog's head.

Riddle stood next to the protoss, his big black eyes narrowed.

John looked at the wand in his hand.

Maybe it's better not to be perfect.

"Just let it be selfish on my part."

With a thought in his mind, the Holy Grail potion stored in the Potions Department rolled around.

A vortex sucks all the potion away.

On the magic tower, golden potions gathered inside and turned into a ball.

The surface of the ball is smooth, like jelly.

All the little animals looked up at the ball.

John raised his left hand, and in front of the Elder Wand, a blue box condensed.

Lines and circles grew on the square mark on his chest, covering his body toward the wand.

Like a growing tree, behind him grew a sacred tree woven with countless truths.

The tree grew larger and larger, almost filling the entire space.

Following the direction John pointed, the tree extended its branches into the golden potion.

Like a golden apple hanging on a tree made of truth.

John spoke: "I gave you life, my consciousness, my soul."

"I give you a name, bloodline and body."

"You are a new life, the successor of the nine bloodlines, and the holder of a free soul."

What is he going to do?

Like a title he has.

Creation!

Create a life!

Who to create?

I.

The blue box moves closer to the golden potion.

That golden apple contains powerful vitality.

Like a heart, it beats suddenly.

The rhythm of life begins to play.

John didn't stop, his voice became distant.

It's like speaking from the past to the future, and also like looking back in the future.

"I will give you supreme knowledge and implement the alchemy of ancient and modern times."

"I will give you powerful magic, the power to defeat the three demon kings."

"I give you the flame of Nirvana, the ancient transcendence beyond life and death."

John's eyes became vertical pupils, his right eye was filled with darkness and lightning, and his left eye was filled with light and time.

"You walk in darkness and bathe in light."

"You control thunder and lightning in storms and dominate in fear."

"You can bring disaster, but you can also bring rebirth."

"You are the Creator and the Destroyer."

"You are the new life and the dead Witch King."

At this point, John paused.

In his right eye, the darkness gradually became lighter.