It was a pure white space.
Dumbledore stood there stunned.
Soon, he figured out where he was.
A place where life and death linger.
Dumbledore seemed relieved and looked at this familiar place.
Traveling around the world, he was back where he started.
That was his former home, and it was also the place he couldn't forget the most.
Godric's Hollow.
All the important things in Dumbledore's life are inseparable from this place.
Two months of youth.
The death of my sister.
It was also here that Harry's parents were murdered.
"Maybe I can sit down and take a break."
He sat down on a bench. The old man looked like a traveler who had traveled for a long time and finally returned to his hometown.
He looked in front of him. As the greatest wizard, his wisdom was also great.
My mind goes back to my younger self.
The post office over there, the tavern over there, and the little church.
The stream in Godric's Hollow is accompanied by the smell of green grass and moisture.
It was also at that time that I met them.
"them?"
Dumbledore was suddenly startled.
A scene comes to mind.
It was at the home of the famous magical historian, Bathilda Bagshot.
Two men stood beside the wooden door frame.
One is Gellert Grindelwald, the grandnephew of Bathilda Bagshot.
Another one...another one is...
Dumbledore seemed to be under a strong forgetting spell, and he couldn't remember who the other person was.
But as a great wizard, he always has a special way to find memories.
Pensieve at school, here...
"This is it."
He looked at his neighbor's house, which was the house of Bathilda Bagshot and neighbor of the Dumbledores.
This world is composed of the fragments that made the most profound impression on Dumbledore.
Therefore, even if Dumbledore himself does not remember it, he will still dig it out subconsciously, and it will definitely appear here.
He walked inside.
Entering a room that looked like a living room.
It should have been dark here, but because of the specificity of the world, it turned into pure white with bright light.
There is a bow-shaped chest of drawers in the room, with many photos on it.
There were seven or eight photographs, placed in the highest and most ornate frames.
Dumbledore approached and picked up a picture frame.
It showed a cheerful blond boy smiling lazily at Dumbledore in a silver frame.
This young man made his mind go back to that summer.
He continued to pick up the next one. On this one, there was another person beside the blond boy.
The man next to him had red hair and bright blue eyes.
They were side by side, both smiling.
That was Dumbledore, young Dumbledore.
Looking at each photo, it is either a blond boy or a young Dumbledore.
At the last one, Dumbledore took it down.
This one is placed at the highest position, and what you can see is the blond boy and the red hair.
But behind, a flash of snowy white appears in the frame.
It seemed like a child who didn't want to be photographed.
There are not two people in the frame, but three.
The blond boy moved his shoulders, as if he was deliberately trying to expose the person behind him.
Just as his shoulders moved, Dumbledore stared carefully.
The picture frame in his hand began to disappear, and Dumbledore was stunned.
Then, everything around him disappeared.
Thinking of a possibility, Dumbledore reached out and touched
Touch the picture frame and those things are starting to disappear.
The white light before his eyes was brilliant, covering the whole world.
The white light disappears.
He slowly opened his eyes.
It was a room, with purple curtains coming into view.
Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded in surprise.
"You're awake, Albus."
Madam Pomfrey finally let go of her worries, and said with a rare annoyance: "I thought Potter's potion had no effect."
Dumbledore raised his right hand to support his painful forehead. The black color faded from his right hand, but some of the last two fingers remained.
He looked at his fingers blankly, feeling extremely complicated.
He understood what Harry had done, even if it was something he didn't want to do.
Madam Pomfrey was still talking. .
"You have slept too long, Albus," said Madam Pomfrey. "Hogwarts is ending the term early."
"I slept very comfortably," Dumbledore said as he stretched. "It makes me, an old man, feel much younger."
Madam Pomfrey didn't look good when he was interrupted like this.
She left to inform others of the good news.
After Madam Pomfrey left, Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "Is that so?"
The third person in that frame.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore sighed sadly.
"Memory fades over time, and what happened or what didn't happen no longer matters."
...
Regarding the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, it is far from over.
John sat inside the Johnny Silverhand store, reading a newspaper with a scary headline in his hand.
"Johnny Silverhand is a Butcher!" 》
Seeing this headline, John silently put the newspaper down.
Glancing up at Heinrich who was being annoyed by Jin, John was considering whether to let Jin calm down for a while.
"what should we do?"
Tang Michi asked: "Are you really..."
"Indeed." John did not deny it, nodded and said, "It's not a secret."
Even if John admitted it, Tang Mi still found it difficult to accept it.
My boss actually went to Neon to destroy a magic school.
The International Wizarding Press accused Johnny Silverhand of atrocities, calling him a butcher.
The Silverhand series of products also faced an international boycott, and more than 100,000 people called for Johnny Silverhand's arrest.
And such reports are completely different from John Wick, the hero who killed Voldemort and the real savior.
One side is filled with endless abuse, and the other side is filled with countless praises.
The two extreme existences are actually the same person.
"The Ministry of Magic wants to award me the Order of Merlin, First Class in recognition of my contribution."
"The International Federation of Wizards wants to list Johnny Silverhand as one of the top ten dark wizards in the world."
John chuckled lightly and said nonchalantly: "These people are really interesting, aren't they?"
Tang Mi smiled bitterly, what's so interesting about this.
Among the top ten dark wizards in the world, those on the list are Grindelwald and Voldemort.
It can be said that there is nothing wrong with being called the Dark Lord after entering it.
Kill the Dark Lord and become the Dark Lord yourself?
The brave dragon slayer finally becomes a dragon?
"Is it really okay not to respond?" Tang Mi sighed and said, "The equality of werewolves has also been hindered."
"Those purebloods are going to be our enemies if they are bitten to death."
"It doesn't matter," John said casually, throwing the newspaper aside, "In the face of absolute power, it's all in vain."
"I'm waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to completely defeat them."
John put his fingers together on his chin and chuckled, "Just give them time to jump."
"Opportunity?" Tang
He asked in confusion, "What opportunity?"
"This opportunity."
John put his finger on the newspaper.
Tang Mi looked.
"John Wick, who killed the Dark Lord, was decorated at eight o'clock in the evening"
Standing up, John walked to the closet.
"I should pick something nicer to wear," he smiled inexplicably. "After all, there is a very nice show, isn't it?"
Tang Mi could not see through John more and more.
But he knew that John's behavior meant that he was absolutely sure.
...
Eight o'clock at night.
The Ministry of Magic was flooded with reporters.
They're all here for John Wick.
The last time they heard this name was on the Blood Demon Potion, John received the Second Order of Merlin.
At that time, they all felt that this was a rising star in the magical world.
But one year later, this new star turned into a bright shooting star, flew away from Hogwarts, and became the most sensational and shining star in the wizarding world.
He and Neville Longbottom killed the arrogant Lord Voldemort.
While others were still in school, he was already a legend.
The Chocolate Frog Wizard card will record his story, and like Johnny Silverhand, one becomes a hero and the other is reviled.
The birth of a hero can be exciting amid speculation about the emergence of the third Dark Lord.
Eight o'clock came quickly.
John enters the Ministry of Magic.
This time, he was baptized with flashes of light as soon as he entered the room.
But he was always unfazed by honor and disgrace, and Old Batty personally presented the award.
It is not an academic medal, and naturally there is no academic defense like the Wizengamot.
John saw Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and old Mrs. Longbottom.
They are proud of their son's achievements.
Neville was nervous around John, wearing the stretchiest clothes Mrs. Longbottom had custom-made.
Old Barty put the Order of Merlin First Class on John's chest and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "What are you going to do about the magic house?"
John also responded in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I will take care of it."
Old Barty was doubtful. After all, it was a magic school with the same status as Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
John shook hands with old Buddy, and the flashbulbs kept coming on again.
Neville stepped forward stiffly, following a similar process to John's.
As the hero who killed Voldemort, the same July Boy.
Now, the wizarding world speculates that perhaps Neville Longbottom is the real savior.
After the investiture ceremony.
There are also interviews that belong to them.
Neville didn't like the situation very much, John replied calmly.
At the end, someone asked a question.
"As for Johnny Silverhand, some people say that he will become the third Dark Lord. What do you think of it?"
A male reporter wearing a newsboy hat asked this question.
Everyone focused their attention on John.
What they want to hear is John Wick's declaration of war on the third Dark Lord, or an inspiring 'I'm here' speech.
No matter which one, it can become a breaking news.
Expectant eyes focused on John.
John chuckled, his eyes met the male reporter, and he spoke calmly.
"I'm Johnny Silverhand."
...
