John rubbed his eyes and sighed as he looked at the black and white picture in front of him.
"Going color blind?"
The world loses its color.
John also didn't find out until he woke up in the morning.
He thought he was overtired, but now it seems that this is the price of magic.
"My right eye was blurry before, but fortunately it didn't completely make me blind."
It's just that he became color blind, John comforted himself.
Basil flew into the room and tilted his head.
Riddle flew next to it and cooed.
John took out the dried fish and placed it in front of the two owls. The third owl, Qiqi, the big-headed gray owl, flew in and was kicked out by Basil.
Obviously, as a fire dragon, Qiqi was not qualified to have dinner with the two big guys.
John comes down to the attic where Watson is looking at an envelope.
It had been a week since he left Hogwarts, and Watson was still a little unfinished.
"I arranged twenty heavy firepowers with Chicago typewriters in their hands at the school gate, as well as three Gatlings and an acquired tank."
Watson smacked his lips and said regretfully: "There is also an armed helicopter, which your grandfather borrowed from the Bear Country, and he has no chance to use it."
John looked at his father in silence.
The current situation in the Bear Country, and my grandfather's influence in the Bear Country, it doesn't seem that difficult to accept an armed helicopter.
I just didn't expect that dad would actually get all these things in.
"Not to mention how the helicopter came in, but where did you buy the tank?"
"There was an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov. He was called the King of War. There was nothing he couldn't do."
Watson shrugged and said, "I also have some business dealings with him."
"Aren't you going to open a hotel?" John said in surprise.
"The hotel needs some security measures." Watson said, which made people wonder what level of security measures they had.
Watson sat on the sofa and said with emotion: "Magic is really magical. I thought the house was bombed, but it turned out fine."
The Wick family was bombed once, and Watson thought he was going to sleep on the street.
As a result, John moved his magic wand and the place was repaired.
They announced to the public that they had found a very reliable construction company.
Believe it or not, the Dursleys believe it anyway.
They went out for a nice meal to celebrate their family's holidays this year without having to worry about spending it with Harry.
The magic of love requires staying with the Dursleys for enough time before reaching adulthood, but now that Voldemort is dead, the magic of love does not need to be renewed.
Petunia had some mixed feelings, but Vernon was just happy.
Yesterday, Vernon came to the Wick family in person and delivered a roasted turkey to the Wick family.
As for the taste of turkey, that's a matter of opinion.
John once thought that they ate turkey simply because the chickens were cheap and plentiful.
Sitting down to breakfast, John stared at the two jams in front of him.
Unfortunately, my jam jar looked exactly the same, and the label on it was torn off by a middle-aged man who had nothing to do.
One blue and one red.
Blueberry and strawberry flavors.
As for the middle-aged man, he and John were reaching out for strawberry jam.
John hesitated and handed the bottle on his left to Watson.
Watson, not doubting his presence, looked at the letter in his hand and spread jam on the bread.
A few seconds passed.
Watson looked at the blueberry jam in his hand suspiciously and looked up at John's calm expression.
He had some doubts about whether his son did it on purpose.
He asked tentatively: "Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"
"Accidentally." John said calmly.
He had already seen the truth from Watson's expression.
Watson stared at the blueberry jam.
careless?
Why do you look so confident?
Fortunately, Watson didn't hesitate for long. He asked, "Are you going to work at your, uh... magic company today?"
In the past week, Watson, as a father, still found it difficult to accept.
After working hard on his own business, his son started a company a few years ago.
So you are working so hard just to satisfy yourself?
Watson was very depressed.
John nodded, he also wanted to go to Silverhand Manor.
Mrs. Wick brews new jasmine tea, which Daphne sent her.
Tasting tea from the magical world, it seems that there is not much difference from Muggle society.
John finished the bread and went to the basement to reach Silverhand Manor through the fireplace.
Heinrich lived here.
John also came here to check his body.
This is the first person in the wizarding world to die and be resurrected in so many years.
It is not surprising that John, a seventh-level alchemist, personally inspected it.
Perhaps using the elixir as the agent to reshape his physical body, Heinrich's body was filled with vitality.
John watched as Heinrich cut his palm and it quickly healed into a red mark without any magic treatment.
"Amazing."
John created a total of one and a half lives.
The first one is the Bent-Horned Snork, a brand new creature created through a state of rampant magic.
The other half is Heinrich, who used the Holy Grail to create a body and re-accept the soul.
Judging from the current situation, each of them has its own specialness.
After the inspection, John looked out the door, held his forehead and said, "You should think of a way to make Jin not so clingy."
Heinrich's face turned dark and he looked outside, where Jin, who looked like a big golden retriever, was poking his head.
After Heinrich was resurrected, this kid was afraid that he would disappear again.
John said: "I'll give you a holiday, just go out and relax."
Heinrich said expressionlessly: "No need."
"No," John said emphatically, "you need it."
As Edgar the one who caught the light, Heinrich really needed a break.
"Traveling at public expense, I need you to go to the United States and then to France."
John said: "I am going to open another branch, and I need you to communicate the details with Nagini."
Well, this was not just a tour, and Heinrich did not continue to refuse.
After the two left, John leaned back in his chair, looking a little haggard.
He rubbed his eyes, this time it wasn't just color blindness.
His eyes were getting blurry.
If you follow this trend, you may go blind.
"It needs to be checked." John pondered for a while, planning to give himself a comprehensive check.
He stood up, his head spinning.
Holding the table, John looked uncertain.
"what happened?"
Something is very wrong.
Twelve out of ten points are wrong.
John looked at his hand, and a circular mark appeared on it.
The door of things.
What's going on here?
John stared at the circle.
"Very surprised?"
Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears.
He looked up and saw an unexpected person appearing in the study.
grim Reaper.
Not exactly, but reflected in John's eyes.
Death said in that distorted and hoarse voice: "Playing with death never ends well, not to mention, you broke the iron law of the magical world."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the God of Death seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.
"Even the God of Death, who is in charge of life and death, has no authority to resurrect people."
"If you do something that breaks the rules, you need to pay the price."
The God of Death stretched out his finger, obviously not in this world, but John felt his body being touched.
The skeletal finger poked John's chest, and the hoarse voice, which was distorted and could not tell the difference between male and female, said: "You have angered the world."
"You will be punished, and the price is..."
John looked down at his left hand, golden sand flowing out of his arm.
The silver soul and black soul-eating curse in his right hand are draining away.
In his eyes, black energy and purple energy surged out of his eyes.
"Maybe we'll meet, maybe we won't."
Death waved to John and said: "Farewell, those who play with death and those who challenge the rules."
John felt like his body was being sucked away.
And in the sky at this time.
On the daytime sky, there are traces that seem to be traces caused by collisions.
"Ouch——!"
The howling of wolves sounded in his ears, and John's expression changed.
He seemed to see the white wolf, the disaster of another world, approaching him.
When he opened his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to the one before entering the Object Gate space.
He saw the intersection and collision of worlds, the resulting broken rules, and the span between worlds.
"A true celestial conjunction."
John took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he would be exiled or be exiled by magic.
It seems that his unruly behavior has angered the magic.
Now he either waits to be expelled to another world, or he takes the initiative.
"Since you know that I don't follow the rules, you should be prepared for me to not follow the rules."
John was never one to sit still and wait for death. His eyes changed into vertical pupils and he raised his right hand.
There is an unfinished contract on it.
The Gate of Things outlines a line that intersects with a witch from another world.
Heading to that world?
No, John just wants to use this power in exchange for something.
"Exchange of equal value."
John's eyes flashed with chaos.
The next second, golden flames ignited in his right hand, and a key appeared in his palm.
The second before he was completely exiled, he opened the key to a space.
There is a huge stone monument inside.
John held the locket on his chest and entered the monolith.
The next second, the huge stone monument was destroyed by the power of exile.
When John opened his eyes again, it was endless darkness.
He didn't know where he was, but what was certain was that he was still in his original world.
A footsteps sounded in his ears.
Then came a woman's voice.
"Where did the little wizard come from?"
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