A new king ascends the throne.
No need for fireworks or applause.
The moonlight is a gift, and the starlight is a gift.
Sky Castle leaves Nurmengard.
Mycroft also left on the restored cruise ship.
They witnessed the king's accession to the throne.
The wizarding world will be glorious as a result, and the Muggle world will be re-evaluated as a result.
Under the lonely tower with only one person left.
Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes.
He had never seen clearly the child named John Wick.
So he was wrong.
John Wick doesn't need a martyr.
Whether it's the king of the wizarding world or a student at Hogwarts.
John Wick is John Wick.
You can add many prefixes to this name.
But in the end, John Wick will be the closing word.
He smiled.
Lonely and relieved.
"I'm such a...muddlehead."
He touched his own wound, the wound that could not be healed by the sword of Silver Wyck, and miraculously recovered.
The blood belonging to the king gave the old man who had stepped down from the throne a new life.
Dumbledore's burden was gone.
The old man who had died twice sat up.
The cold moonlight did not make him feel cold.
He looked ahead.
A bud breaks through the soil with difficulty.
The seeds of the rose are given new life.
He hunched over, walked over carefully, and touched it gently with his fingers.
That movement was like a clumsy gardener.
Nurmengard is drifting aimlessly on this ocean.
The new king named John Wick finally showed mercy to the old man.
It's mercy and it's punishment.
He was banished and abandoned by the entire magical world.
It means that he is no longer the Dumbledore of the wizarding world.
He's just Dumbledore.
He could be Ariana's brother Dumbledore.
"I receive your mercy...King."
Dumbledore, who understood everything, stood up. This place that was devastated by the battle started with that rose.
...
Godric's Hollow.
Grindelwald sat blankly on a chair in the courtyard of Dumbledore's house, staring blankly at the door.
He suddenly understood that he seemed to never see that person coming out of the door again.
Grindelwald was confused.
All this made him overwhelmed.
Maybe I will never receive the letter sent to the tower again.
Why?
Why is everything so weird?
Obviously he is no longer in that tower.
Why is there loneliness?
He doesn't understand.
The smarter the person, the less able he is to let himself off emotionally.
In his eyes, the house that once belonged to Dumbledore's family seemed to have turned into a man-eating monster.
That's loneliness.
"Loneliness, yes, loneliness."
He laughed, loudly and wildly.
He couldn't help laughing.
Lonely.
This vicious curse finally came to him.
He laughed at himself and at the world.
He fell off the chair, curled up holding his stomach, and buried his face in the grass.
The bitter taste of green grass passed over the tip of his tongue, giving his tongue a touch of blood.
The laughter that was blocked by the grass became low and deep.
He was clearly laughing, but also seemed to be crying.
Two months of mind-numbing love in Godric's Hollow.
Half of Nurmengard
century of heart-to-heart talk.
In my life, there are many reds, but only that one red.
It turns out that I am so poor.
All I saw, heard, and touched was the red rose.
The tower collapsed, taking the rose with it.
In the end, everything was gone.
He was tired of laughing.
Wiping away the dewdrops that I don’t know are cold and frosty is also everything that makes me laughable.
Spitting out the grass in his mouth, a bit of blood became his dinner.
open the door.
Inside was something familiar that had remained motionless for a long time.
Since 1889, there has been no movement here.
All traces are preserved.
The box that once told the story was already in pieces due to a battle.
Grindelwald sat in the living room.
He didn't care whether the heavy dust would stain his already unclean clothes.
There are broken grass in the white hair, and there is no future in the strange-colored eyes.
He sat still.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
He is like a stone statue in a dark house.
He had never wanted to die more than now.
"Is this the punishment you give me, my king?"
The martyrs failed to become sacrifices.
The king punished him, a curse that numbed the heart and made it impossible to breathe.
forever alone.
He wanted to close his eyes.
Swinging doors and windows creaked.
The fiery phoenix descended.
Grindelwald opened his eyes, and the fire pierced his eyelids, forcing him to open them.
The Order of the Phoenix left after Dumbledore's death and waited until the next Dumbledore family member needed help.
But……
Why?
Grindelwald slowly stretched out his hand, and Fox tilted his head to look at him.
The finger was burned by the flames, but he still moved forward as if he didn't see it.
Touched.
Those feathers like flames.
This is real.
It turns out that the king of the magical world is not just lonely.
There are even more cruel punishments.
But……
I enjoy it like a cake.
Grindelwald smiled again, this time, he smiled.
"What a kind and cruel king."
...
How many steps does it take to become a king?
The first step is to destroy the world.
The second step is to recreate.
Step three, defeat the previous one.
John did it.
So he became king.
A new king has appeared.
The whole world knows.
The International Union of Wizards will see how powerful John is, and they have no reason to reject this king.
Only a powerful king can protect this fragile magical world.
They announced to the world the arrival of the new king, John Wick.
Damo Alex had a good sleep, and when he woke up he was full of energy.
He found his apprentice and wanted to do something big.
"Teacher, have you heard about it?"
What did you hear?
Oh, by the way, it should be a new product from the alchemy department next door.
Thinking of this, Damo Alex said calmly: "Do you know what is the most important thing about being a potion master?"
The apprentice was stunned, and then realized that this was a teaching session!
This is one-on-one teaching from the Potions Master, an opportunity you can't get even by spending thousands of galleons!
He hurriedly asked with humility, "What is it?"
"It's the state of mind," Damo Alex said with
Taishan collapsed in front of him and said calmly, "We must keep a clear mind at all times. Even if the sky falls, we must maintain the demeanor that a potion master should have." Kanshu La
"That's it, thank you teacher for your guidance!" The apprentice understood.
If you don't say that he is a master of potions, it turns out that temperament is also very important.
Unlike myself, after knowing the news, I almost couldn't hold my jaw back.
Children can be taught.
These first batch of apprentices who entered the Potions Department were all okay.
Damo Alex was very satisfied.
Enter the lobby of the Potions Department.
Damo Alex was excited when he saw the apprentices reveling.
When the apprentice who followed him saw it, he immediately came out and said, "Keep quiet. How can you become a master in the future if you can't even bear this little news?"
Seeing Damo Alex's appreciative gaze, he was overjoyed and said more vigorously: "Isn't it just that Lord Wick defeated Dumbledore in the duel yesterday? Although he officially became the king of the wizarding world, we still have to maintain Calm, just like Mr. Belby!"
After speaking, he looked at Damo Alex.
He saw that Damo Alex, who was still calm at first, was stunned.
Damo Alex grabbed the apprentice's shoulders with both hands, making the apprentice cry out in pain.
"What did you say?"
Damo Alex's eyes were visibly red, and they were densely covered with bloodshot eyes, as if he was trying to eat someone.
The apprentice was frightened.
"Sir Wick defeated Dumbledore and became the king of the wizarding world?"
Damo Alex gasped and said word by word: "Tell me if it is true?"
"It's true. You told no one to disturb your sleep yesterday."
"ah--!!"
Dharma Alex is crazy.
He's really crazy.
Such an important time.
He has not passed.
The whole potions department was in chaos.
No one could catch the Potions Ministry doctor who was crawling in darkness with his naked clothes, hands and feet, and was screaming.
...
Hogwarts.
"Quick! Stop him!"
"Use the sleeping spell!"
"Merlin's beard, how can he run so fast at his weight?"
"Professor Hagrid, catch him!"
Professor McGonagall was in a hurry, and Hagrid also fell.
No one could have imagined why the old Slughorn could have such great potential when he read the newspaper in the morning.
Professor Flitwick was in trouble. Slughorn didn't see him and was knocked unconscious on the table.
With no other option left, Professor McGonagall unleashes Hogwarts' ultimate weapon.
Hagrid gave Slughorn a big hug and was successfully transported to the school hospital.
Madam Pomfrey was so frightened that she thought someone had used a confusion spell to sneak up on Slughorn.
Otherwise, how could the dignified headmaster of Hogwarts be so insane?
Hagrid patted his bumped stomach and muttered: "John defeated Dumbledore. I never thought he was so powerful."
"Shh-" Professor McGonagall peeked at Slughorn lying on the hospital bed, "Don't let Horace hear."
Slughorn was hopeless.
He was the only one among all the magic schools who did not attend.
And the reason for not participating is still so ridiculous.
He wanted to open the cracks in the bed so that he could get in.
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