A rare visitor came to Silverhand Manor.
The head of Greengrass, Mr. Greengrass.
This handsome business-minded man rarely comes to Silverhand Manor.
Basically, if it wasn't for a banquet or something, Mr. Greengrass wouldn't have come.
what is the reason?
This can be seen in the complicated and admiring look in his eyes every time he sees John.
The reason for his admiration is simple.
The second king is never among the weak.
This young man has single-handedly established the second dynasty, making people willing to move forward behind him.
But whenever Mr. Greengrass thinks about his daughter who often rolls around on the bed and makes strange laughter, he is still very complicated.
This time he came not for his daughter.
But because of the black owl that appeared at home yesterday.
"This place makes people feel lonely."
When not at the banquet, the cold and lonely atmosphere of Silverhand Manor is the main color, lingering on Mr. Greengrass.
He had seen the lights here brightly lit, with dignitaries and outstanding wizards from all walks of life exchanging cups and cups here. The second king told his lofty ideals, making countless people surrender at his feet.
He had also seen the high-spirited second king, who dealt with the traitors in an understatement. His power was fascinating.
But now, he looked at the king in the huge empty hall with no one around him.
A sense of distance spanned the two of them.
This made him feel a little dazed. There seemed to be no other people around the second king.
Mr. Greengrass said solemnly: "Sir Wick."
"I hope you received my letter, Mr. Greengrass."
John smiled and said, "I hope you can get that done."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Greengrass hesitated. "Prepare for war."
Yes, prepare for a war.
John is going to do something big.
He wanted to use Greengrass's cargo fleet to build himself an army that could take Muggle maritime power by surprise.
This idea has never occurred in the wizarding world.
"We cannot avoid war," John rubbed the ring and said calmly, "The weak will be destroyed."
"A war can only show our strength that we are qualified to negotiate."
John said calmly: "In the history of Muggles, peace is always carried out under the protection of power."
"Even if we express good intentions, others will still covet us."
After Mr. Greengrass heard this, he said solemnly: "Is this war inevitable?"
What responded to him was John's undeniable voice.
"Muggles are greedier than you think."
There is no shame in greed.
energy.
Gold, magic crystal.
Rare magical animals, unique magical materials, special medical conditions.
These are enough.
It is well known that mold grows wherever oil is present.
They wage war over these resources.
The magical world fits their conditions for war very well.
An excuse for war?
No, these were never issues.
As long as they are interested in your resources, a bag of laundry detergent can also become what they call an extremely dangerous biological weapon.
John wants to be ready for anything.
When all this comes, the fist will use its unrivaled attitude to cause pain to those greedy mouths.
Show enough strength and the whole world will talk to you well.
The Greengrass family has a fleet of soul lanterns, and John wants to use them as a weapon.
Compared with Muggle weapons, wizards also need to show the power of magic.
Mr. Greengrass felt a little heavy.
As a businessman, he understands the greed of the rich better.
Perhaps ordinary people will imagine future happiness after having three meals a day, while rich people will never-endingly make themselves richer after becoming rich.
This is true for the rich, and even more so for those countries.
Bullying countries that are weaker than them will not make them worry.
So Mr. Greengrass understood that what he needed to do was to obey the second king's order.
He needs to secretly form an army belonging to the magical world.
"I understand, Lord Wick."
Mr Greengrass nodded, he needed some support.
And this support, John can give him.
After discussing some specific matters, Mr. Greengrass left.
Before leaving, he looked at John again.
"You will be very tired, Daphne." Thinking of his daughter's thoughts, Mr. Greengrass couldn't help but sigh.
The Second King is burdened with too much.
That's the whole world.
Just being near him is suffocating, let alone standing next to him?
Mr. Greengrass was troubled by his daughter's choice.
This is a hell of a choice.
Especially when another guy with platinum blond hair popped into his mind, and that face that attracted infinite hatred.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his fists stiffened unconsciously.
He felt that he needed to go home and find his wife to comfort him.
Otherwise, he was afraid that his heart would not be able to bear the fact that his youngest daughter would be with that guy after graduation.
The Greengrass family's carriage left Silverhand Manor.
After Mr. Greengrass left, John took it out and read it.
"I need some magic that is powerful and covers a wide area."
There was a faint light in his eyes.
Flowers bloom on fertile soil, and fertile soil is made of flesh and blood.
War will kill wizards, but that is a necessary sacrifice.
Without that flesh and blood, the flowers cannot bloom.
The future of the wizarding world will not happen.
"We want to occupy the position of justice, you are right, Professor Snape." John looked back and Snape came out.
He heard it.
About the war being planned, a war that might kill the wizard.
"John Wick." Snape looked complicated.
"You are doing something that leads you into the abyss." Snape said in a long tone, but this time, he did not mean it sarcastically, but more of an emotion that was difficult to see clearly, "Won't you regret it? "
"Regret?" John chuckled, "That's not what I should do."
"Minority and majority, your choice makes people feel inhumane." Snape came over.
"I'm not the saint you expected, right." John sat on the sofa majestically, with no intention of getting up, "I'm not in the righteous lineup, you should know."
"Just like now."
John raised his hand and Slytherin's locket opened.
The dark resurrection stone flew out.
The Deathly Hallows, coveted by countless people, lay quietly in his hand.
"You should know what a vicious curse this is." John rubbed the resurrection stone with his fingers and said indifferently, "Shouldn't this kind of curse be called evil?"
Snape's eyes were fixed on the Resurrection Stone.
Everyone who longs for the Resurrection Stone is a person full of regrets.
As a genius who could create powerful spells while still in school, how could Snape not be aware of the evil nature of this magic.
The scar of regret remained silent in my heart, and when it was reopened, it was overflowing with blood that would never heal.
John looked at him and asked: "Are you sure you want to do this, my dear Dean?"
"You can also choose to stop." John said.
"If this is a poisoned drink," Snape said piously without the annoying yin and yang in Hogwarts, "then let me die here."
When Voldemort went to the Potter home, the obsession settled in Snape's heart.
The wound that won't heal keeps bleeding.
He is no longer afraid of pain.
"Then as you wish, Severus Snape, a humble, poor man." John slowly held the Resurrection Stone.
Next, center on John.
A strange wave shook out.
In Snape's eyes, the person he was thinking of gradually appeared.
At that moment, Slytherin surrendered to Voldemort without showing any signs of it.
There is a sadness that cannot be ignored.
The wound oozed blood, was torn open, and filled with a feeling of guilt and sadness.
John stood up, and Snape had completely ignored this world-powerful leader of the International Confederation of Wizards and the second king of the Second Dynasty.
In his eyes, there was only the same woman he had seen the last time.
His body was shaking slightly, and his hands were sometimes raised and sometimes dropped.
He wanted to get closer, but he was too humble to pass by.
This is the most realistic fantasy, and also the most ridiculous.
Once touched it will be punctured.
At least at this moment, Snape hoped she did.
John looked at his dean, he didn't mean to laugh.
He slowly walked out of the hall, giving Snape his time.
before the door is completely closed.
John vaguely heard the tearful confession and apology.
Today is April 1st.
so……
"Happy April Fool's Day, Severus Snape, but unfortunately... you don't laugh at this joke."
John stepped outside and said to himself: "It seems that my talent for jokes cannot be compared with Fred and George."
The Weasley twins' April Fools' Day always made people laugh in anger, but John could only make people cry and repent.
The door is closed and no one knows what is inside.
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