In the school hospital, Snape returned here.
As soon as he entered, Madam Pomfrey stopped him.
Madam Pomfrey wiped her tears and said, "Can you contact his family?"
"It's a very deadly poison that has no antidote."
Snape said silently, "Can I speak to him?"
"Pay attention to the time," Madam Pomfrey nodded and returned to her usual appearance, "The patient needs to rest."
Snape walked into the quiet school hospital, and there was a cough in his ears.
It's John's.
That face has become ferocious.
Black veins occupied his cheeks, and every cough was as violent as coughing up his lungs.
Snape suddenly didn't know what to say, and he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.
In the past, he had taken the trouble to mention John Wick to Dumbledore again and again.
He felt that this man looked too much like Voldemort.
The same amazing talent, the same handsomeness, the same surrounding a group of people.
Even Snape was vaguely affected.
John was smarter than Voldemort, and he single-handedly changed Slytherin.
Let the sand turn into green glass.
As Head of Slytherin, Snape couldn't help but immerse himself in it.
He brought glory and change.
Arrogant people like Malfoy and Greengrass all fell in love with him.
The more this happened, the more the contradictions in Snape's heart became shaken.
He had seen the true side of John, the boy who had once grabbed Sirius and said the coldest words in the calmest voice.
He also saw a young man deliberately leaving his badge behind, hoping to make himself a one-hearted one.
But these were all rejected by him.
Snape couldn't afford the gamble.
There is no second Dumbledore in the wizarding world, and John has a vague tendency to be the third Dark Lord.
Time and time again though, John proved he was different from Voldemort.
However, prejudice is like a mountain.
The funny thing is that when Snape finally crossed the mountain, he only saw a dying Slytherin student.
John noticed Snape's arrival, his eyes filled with a deathly grayness.
Snape had a complicated expression on his face, opened his mouth, and finally turned into a simple and ordinary greeting: "Hello, Mr. Wick."
"Professor." John was so weak that his tiredness was visible even in his words.
The two were silent for a while, and Snape said: "The poison on your body was caused by man. Maybe St. Mungo's can alleviate it."
"Haha...cough..." John laughed out loud, but it turned into a cough in an instant, and black blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said, "Professor, you are the master of potions. Can’t you see your knowledge?”
He was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling aimlessly, and said without fear: "St. Mungo's can't help me. Professor McGonagall is a very good person. She is destined to be disappointed this time."
It was because the more he knew, the more despair he felt about John's condition.
That kind of poison will deplete every organ of the body and eventually lead to despair.
Even Snape, the Potions Master, was helpless against John's poison.
Snape was indescribably complicated, and he thought he would rejoice because a man who might become the third Dark Lord was about to die.
But all he had was irritability, sadness, self-blame and... guilt.
Even the most hated headmaster in the history of Hogwarts would praise this student sincerely.
How ironic that Slytherin's best student was going to die.
As a potion master, he didn't notice it at all.
Even for a short time in the morning, John might be saved.
Only then did he realize that he was not just someone who might become the third generation Dark Lord.
That is his own student.
He should have been his proudest student.
Slytherin's proudest legend.
As the dean, I should have protected him and taught him.
But looking at it carefully, it seems that I have never done those things.
The disgust at the beginning of school, the fear and alienation after that.
It was him who pushed John Wick to this point step by step.
"Feel sorry."
From that mouth, which had always been a small one smeared with honey and full of viciousness and yin and yang, came out a sentence that had not been spoken for a long time.
Snape said, "Sorry, Wick."
"As your dean, I failed to protect you."
When he said this, Snape's eyes looked confused as he didn't know how to face the Wick family. "I will notify your parents and ask them to come and see you for the last time."
"No need," John shook his head and said, "That's it. The more you try to hold her back, the more you will bring pain to others."
Snape looked moved, surprised by John's calmness about death.
Unlike Voldemort, who frantically resisted death, John embraced death.
"Wick, you still have until sunset."
This was one of the few happy moments between Slytherins.
John said softly, "Professor, let the Star Club handle me."
Snape paused as he left, and turned to look at John.
Now John is defenseless. If he uses Legilimency, he can easily know all his thoughts.
But Snape just had a thought and stopped.
He couldn't do such a thing facing Slytherin's best student.
"Can."
This is what, as a dean, you can ultimately do for your students.
The door to the campus hospital opened, and Professor McGonagall came hurriedly. She brought the chief physician of St. Mungo's Hospital, Hebraicart Smethyk.
"I've never seen anything like this." When Smetsek saw John, he couldn't help but be shocked by his current condition.
Meanwhile, the dissatisfaction of those who were led away from St. Mungo's Hospital disappeared.
Because when he stepped forward to check, he accidentally touched John's hand.
The hand shriveled up like a mummy.
In such a state, not to mention going bumpy, even if you move carelessly, something will happen.
The more he checked, the more solemn his expression became, and finally he shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "Sorry, he has reached the end of his life."
"Oh, no." Professor McGonagall took a step back in disbelief.
She had seen what a high-spirited young man this was. Although she knew that she was not professional enough in treatment, she still begged without knowing her ability: "Please, look at it again."
"It was a poison that had never appeared before, and it was mixed with dozens of deadly toxins." Smesek shook his head and sentenced him to death. "The period before sunset was his last time."
Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and her hand clutched her heart and collar.
She looked at Snape again, and Snape nodded slowly.
The potion master said so. It seemed that at this moment, all good luck was not going to this young man.
Professor McGonagall couldn't bear the blow, so she walked out of the campus hospital with heavy steps.
There were fewer people outside, and there was one person sitting at the door.
The platinum-blond hair was leaning against the wall, and the tie was randomly pulled open and hung around his neck.
Malfoy sat there, looking at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
Daphne was leaning against the wall, surrounded by her best friend and sister.
They comforted Daphne that she would be fine.
That was the King of Slytherin, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.
The door to the school hospital opened and Malfoy looked up.
A pair of worried eyes cast their gazes, and Professor McGonagall's face turned pale again.
But this news must be told by her.
She is the deputy headmaster, and Dumbledore is no longer here, so she has to take responsibility.
She took a deep breath, facing the expectant eyes, she was going to announce the news, the news that made everyone sad.
"John Wick..."
Malfoy and Daphne looked at her at the same time, the hope and pleading in their eyes made Professor McGonagall even unable to bear it.
She pursed her lips and said with difficulty, "We have time before sunset."
Everyone was silent.
"impossible!"
Malfoy lost control and yelled, "He's not going to die, he's John!"
"All men are mortal, Malfoy." Snape came out.
His expression seemed to be back to its normal state.
"John won't, he promised me!" Malfoy was extremely excited.
Daphne's body went limp and she leaned against the wall, being supported by Pansy and her sister.
Snape remained rational and looked aloof, "Stop your barking, Malfoy."
"John Wick lets Daphne Greengrass in."
Malfoy looked back and saw Daphne breaking away from her best friend and sister and running towards the school hospital.
Unable to maintain her image, she arrived all the way into the room.
She saw John, but she hadn't seen him for a while and he was almost unrecognizable.
John's lips moved as if he was speaking.
Daphne hurriedly approached and heard the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies.
"our promise."
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Some people died, but not completely...
