I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"You have the courage to explore and the speed to cross mountains, seas and universes."

"You have the wisdom to solve puzzles and the curiosity about everything."

"You have the tolerance to accept friends."

"You have the selfishness to only love your family."

The gray hair didn't stop, and the black hair gradually turned gray.

It is a kind of withering like after losing life.

John stopped. The box had entered the golden apple.

He lowered his wand, and the power from the throne of the Eternal Witch King shuttled through his body.

"You're not perfect," he murmured, "but you're real."

Pointing the wand at his head, John closed his eyes.

On the Elder Wand, a trace of soul was pulled out.

With a flick.

The ray of soul drifted towards the golden color slowly, like a breeze.

That’s my imperfect soul.

That was the excitement and curiosity of receiving that letter when I was 11 years old.

That was the anger and helplessness of hearing the contemptuous Mudblood.

That is the sadness and powerlessness brought about by death.

It was at the Christmas ball that I was stunned for a moment.

It was also in the Star Club that he expressed his lofty ambitions for the future.

It's powerlessness, missing out, loneliness, and guilt.

That's my everything, my soul, my life.

John's closed eyes, and at the corner of his left eye, he didn't know whether it was blood or tears.

A drop of gold slipped.

It floats with the soul to the golden apple.

John opened his eyes. Only his left eye was intact.

He sighed lightly.

"You're a Slytherin."

"You are the king of the magical world."

"You are Watson Wake's child, his pride."

"You are Natasha Jovonovich's child, Jovonovich's Yadani."

"You are Ariana Wyke's brother, a blind man in Godric's Hollow."

"You are the stars, remember your friends."

"You are the Witch King, don't forget your people."

"You are……"

John opened his lips lightly with countless envy and longing in his eyes.

"John Wick."

The man in the golden apple took shape, and blue light flashed through his heart.

He grew from a baby, naked.

John's consciousness began to fall asleep, and his blurred vision still fell on the unborn golden apple there.

"You are me, the past me, the future me."

His voice has become quieter.

"You are not me, not who I am now."

The three heads of a rune snake.

Sleepwalkers are also lucid people. They are awake in countless intertwined dreams and cannot return.

The planner is also a self-locked person, sitting on the throne of magic and becoming magic, guarding the body that is no longer human and unable to leave.

Finally, critics are also liberals.

He criticized, criticized John Wick's greatness, and cursed John Wick's selfishness.

He is free, free from the Witch King trapped in dreams and thrones, and becomes John Wick, the free John Wick.

For yourself on the throne, love, love your family, love yourself, and love your friends.

His new life takes a long time.

Wake up from your last dream.

With a freedom that the two Johns did not have.

You are not a black dragon who becomes a monster and destroys everything.

You are not a golden dragon who becomes a god and protects everything.

You are an albatross, you can fly and reach wherever you want to go.

You are free, you can ride the wind, you can go to the sea.

The Witch King fell asleep.

This is a dreamless good night, and he gives even dreams to his people.

He is enveloped in ice and fire.

Use yourself as a container to exude the greatness of magic all the time.

As a shield, as a sword.

He will be the patron saint of all wizards and the nightmare of all enemies.

This is the greatest magic in the world, and people will call it the 'Great Witch King'.

The little guys in the magic tower.

Tom whimpered and lay down, his tail swaying slightly, and his head resting on the Witch King's instep.

The hands that once touched my head with warmth need to hold the sword that represents strength and intimidation.

The Elder Wand fell from his left hand and rolled down the steps.

The silver ring fell off from the thin fingertips.

John fell asleep.

He was once happy and smiling like everyone else, and he was also angry at his own powerlessness.

In the Mirror of Erised.

With honor and strength, surrounded by loved ones and delicious food.

He fell asleep.

He is the perfect Witch King, the imperfect John Wick.

He was one step closer to understanding his own heart and being with the girl whose eyes followed him.

He will wake up.

In that world, no one knew John Wick.

The voices praising the Witch King are all over the world, and they are just the Witch King.

Magic Tower, a place of eternal cold and light.

The openable door closes and blue ice crystals freeze it.

...

In the distant deep sea.

As the light disappeared, Daphne couldn't suppress it after all.

She cried, bursting into tears.

The dark deep sea cannot convey my thoughts, my love is trapped in the tower.

But isn't she trapped in the tower?

That night of Christmas pas de deux under the moon, that mutual merry Christmas.

The greatest gift and the greatest regret.

She touched her heart, but it was empty.

That heart was left behind in the high tower, and all it did was just a shell, with nothing to love.

Love is great, love is restrained.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Love is selfish!

Love is crazy!

Without you, I would flood the world with sea water.

The selfish Slytherin will be buried in the deep sea regardless of his madness.

What binds them is not the shackles of a prison, nor their status.

It's that time.

It's that responsibility.

The cowardly Slytherin did not have the courage to see his love die in his arms, so he chose to sleep.

Just like myself, I don’t have the courage to go under the tower again.

That kind of me would become a crazy woman and try to blow open the ice-sealed door.

Big tears are broken in the deep sea, and as the sea water floods everything under the tower, my thoughts float on the water. Can you wake up?

She cried for a long time until she let all her emotions out.

The girl who stole a kiss in the valley fell asleep with her sleeping lover.

Mr. Greengrass took his sleeping daughter away.

His sighs appeared together with Whale Luo's sad sorrow.

"Love is like poison, killing the body and mind."

"My daughter, go to sleep."

"Expectation is medicine, hanging on your dying soul."

“Every time you blink, expect that the next time you open your eyes, the one you love will be right in front of you.”

...

The first decade of the Magic Kingdom.

The wizarding world is experiencing population growth.

Under the policies of Headmaster Percy Weasley, wizards enjoy many benefits, reduce the burden on wizards and wizards, provide them with most employment opportunities, and promote economic development.

The population of the Wizarding City has exceeded 50, and the population of the Magical World has exceeded one million.

The Magic Kingdom's land grew and nine areas were divided to reorganize the city.

Silver Wolf Magic School participated in the school-level league, but unfortunately won No. 3 and No. 5 in the Starry Sky Cup.

The Magic University has more than 1000 students, providing more and more outstanding talents for the magical society.

In the top Wizarding League, Puddlemere United won its first three consecutive championships and became the first team in history. Seeker Draco Malfoy became the most valuable player.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts changes, Professor McGonagall succeeds the legendary Headmaster Slughorn as the new Headmaster, and Neville Longbottom becomes Head of Gryffindor.

Percy Weasley's first child, the elder brother of four children, the little wizard who will start school next year looked up at the tower that was emitting light.

Little Weasley asked his father.

"what is that?"

"That's right..." Hearing this, Percy with a beard looked up at the tower.

"my friend."

...

magic tower.

There was a sound like jelly breaking.

The wand and ring lying quietly on the ground were picked up by one hand.

A familiar voice sounded, whispering to the sleeping king:

"Goodbye, John."

...

"The ending of scattering flowers, the loneliness of the Witch King, the regret of the Witch King, and the attachment of the Witch King.

What John loves is to turn back time and return to the self that did not become the king.

In that equally mysterious and unknown world, once again, let the glory and glory fall on the world.

"I Swing the Magic Wand in Marvel"

ps: This is my level of naming. "