The sun sets little by little.
Daphne hoped that the sun would stop like this, but unfortunately she was not a god and could not do things that went against common sense.
"I don't want to be here," John said weakly.
Daphne found a wheelchair, and she could easily pick up John.
Too light.
She couldn't imagine what kind of pain it must have been to turn John like this into this.
Daphne pushed her wheelchair through the castle, followed by a large number of students.
Almost everyone couldn't believe that the young man who was so high-spirited just a few days ago turned into this look in the blink of an eye.
The four members of the Qunxing Club on campus are all here.
Neville Longbottom.
Draco Malfoy.
Cedric Diggory.
Daphne greengrass.
They were at the edge of the Black Lake, standing next to John.
How many times have I sweated here, and how many times have I fallen down here.
Strength comes first.
Once upon a time, a Muggle wizard came to Slytherin, the pure-blood supremacy, and opened the hearts of those rebellious teenagers and girls with glory.
They are Slytherins, and Glory should witness glory with them.
They are sand, each with the possibility of shining, refined into glass by a student named John Wick, and hung on a tree named Hogwarts, becoming the most eye-catching one.
They are proud because they are Slytherins.
They are treacherous because they are Slytherins.
They are strong because they are Slytherins.
They are honored because they are Slytherins.
Chasing glory, defending glory, witnessing glory, we...are the glory itself.
Everyone watched in silence, like a great black wall surrounding the upcoming bright star, trying to catch it.
The sun gradually set, and a sad atmosphere gathered over Hogwarts.
The last ray of sunlight disappeared across the black lake.
John's eyelids felt extremely heavy, toxins were raging in his body, and he could no longer bleed black blood.
He whispered: "It's so cold."
Upon hearing this, Malfoy took off his robe and was about to cover it with John.
But when he put down his robe, he saw the body without breathing.
His heart trembled hard, and he numbly covered John with his robe.
Everyone else found out too.
Daphne couldn't hold it back and shed tears.
They surrounded John like stars guarding him.
The brightest star.
Fallen.
The sound of painful cries spread like ignited grass clippings.
Hogwarts reaches its peak of mourning.
The professors were silent. Professor Flitwick took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his eyes.
Professor Sprout muttered "Oh God."
Professor McGonagall held onto the doorpost.
Snape's eyes were dull for a moment.
The examiners all sighed with regret, and Tofody even blamed himself.
If he had agreed earlier, wouldn't this have happened?
He felt that he no longer had the face to stay in this position.
He killed that shining star.
He is a sinner.
"Send him back," said Professor McGonagall.
"He left it to the Society of Stars to handle his funeral," Snape said.
"It's just like……"
Before he finished speaking, everyone knew who it was.
The boy who followed John.
The bond of Qunxing Club is so beautiful.
But luck never favors them.
It was not just the star that fell, but also the stars that followed him.
It makes people sigh and regret.
Maybe many years later, they will meet some outstanding students.
But it is destined to be impossible to achieve the amazingness of John Wick.
...
The Stars Club took John's body back.
Malfoy still can't believe that a good John died like this.
"who is it."
Malfoy was like a wolf that had lost its master, growling and snarling in search of the poisoner.
Cedric stared at John. He didn't believe that John just died like this without any preparation.
Neville, who was supposed to be the most sensitive of them all, was the calmest.
And they knew that Neville just didn't react for a moment.
Among everyone, Neville was the first to meet John.
From that train, they developed a friendship.
It is extremely profound, no worse than any other person.
If John was in Gryffindor, then he, John and Hermione would be the three best friends.
Daphne gathered her emotions and walked to the round table, where John's seat belonged.
It seems that even the Star Society has discovered the death of his master, and the dome today is extremely dim.
The scattered starlight gathered into an envelope that had been prepared and landed on the round table.
"Daphne, pick it up." Cedric looked at Daphne.
Malfoy also set his sights on Daphne.
Neville nodded.
Daphne opened the letter.
"When this letter is opened, it means that I have no ability to move.
This also means that the last chance is here. This is a game, a game made by life.
Therefore, I ask all members of Qunxing Club to fulfill the following words.
Percy and Fleur were already in place, and the fireplace in the Society of Stars led to the Ministry of Magic.
Daphne, I need you to complete my funeral, with everyone watching, remember everyone watching, so that some people can believe it.
Neville and Draco, take your weapons and Cedric take my wand and head from the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic.
Kim will guide you through it all.
The last sentence, Daphne, remember our agreement. "
This is a plan that arranges what will happen next.
When Daphne finished reading, everyone's eyes focused on her.
Malfoy looked at his hands, and Neville came out of his sadness.
Cedric said solemnly: "This is the plan set by John, and we should complete it."
After he finished speaking, the round table opened automatically, revealing the weapons arsenal underneath.
They walked in and all the cupboards inside were opened.
Weapons appeared in front of them one by one. The most conspicuous ones were the four sets of clothes floating in front.
They are all sized to match everyone.
When clothes touch them, they put them on automatically.
The weapons were also flying towards them.
Malfoy had an extra emerald ring and was equipped with an amulet.
Neville saw the Sword of Marvolo coming straight over.
A long box fell in front of Cedric. After opening it, John's wand was inside.
When everything was ready, the three stopped in front of the fireplace.
They looked at the round table, emotions rolling in their eyes, and finally walked into the fireplace.
Everyone left except Daphne and John.
Daphne caressed John's thin cheek, her body was cold and without warmth.
She thought back to the day she found John collapsed.
John made a promise that nothing would happen to him.
She murmured: "If you lied to me, I will never forgive you in my life."
Taking John with her, she held a funeral for John under the watchful eyes of all the teachers and students.
The auditorium was lit with white candles, and each student held a candle in his hand.
An atmosphere of sadness permeated Hogwarts.
Students who once called John their patron saint.
Those students who saw John as a target to follow.
Those students who were in love with John.
Without exception, candles are lit and swaying in the starlight.
They walked over to John and placed the white flowers on top.
One after another, John's thin and ugly body was buried.
Only the face covered with black veins and without warmth was left.
Not only students but also professors came forward to lay down flowers.
Maybe they should be thankful that Trelawney isn't here.
Otherwise, how sad would Trelawny be, who regarded John as his successor.
Snape put down the flower, now certain that he had lost a student.
A very good student.
Stupidity will follow him for the rest of his life.
Self-blame sleeps with him.
When it was the third grader's turn to put down the flowers, Pansy's ex-boyfriend saw the lifeless face.
He suppressed the excitement that curled up at the corner of his mouth.
He succeeded.
He is more mature than other students. When the students were enthusiastically following John Wick, he prepared himself for the future.
As an underappreciated person, he needs to use some extreme methods to obtain greater benefits.
When Voldemort wanted to poison John, he saw the avenue to the sky.
As long as he succeeds, he will receive huge benefits in the future.
The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
Although he didn't know why the mighty Dark Lord would poison a student, he still did it.
Because only in this way can mixed-race orphans like him get better attention.
He didn't think about why John's best friends were not around. There were always people who were unwilling to accept great sadness.
He confirmed his death and thought about how to inform Voldemort.
John's body was covered with a warm color in the candlelight.
Everyone is watching, the death of John Wick...
Really dead?
A voice that no one could hear came slowly.
【Ding……】
...
Some people died, but not completely...
