In the end, the boss didn't take the money out of the kitchen.
After all, he is his big customer.
Successfully sold three rings and a blinding gold belt.
In this regard, John sent blessings to the three people who were preparing to get married at an early age, and to the one who bought the belt, he hoped that his belt would not fall off.
Why did John know?
Because this store is affiliated with Silver Hands.
"Everything is being prepared."
The battle with Dumbledore was fruitful, and John returned to Silverhand Manor.
He wanted Dumbledore to gain more from him than Grindelwald.
He has already touched the gray bottleneck that cannot be crossed.
Two black and silver books were floating in the air, turning the pages.
John's eyes sent all the flashing knowledge into his brain.
"Is it an extreme power?"
His mind was divided, thinking.
Dumbledore's wand gave him the answer.
Level 7 magic can easily destroy the wand, but strangely, Dumbledore's wand was not damaged.
Instead, his wand held on until the very end.
That is the result of instilling belief.
It is an extreme emotional force.
John has always had very little emotional strength.
Yes, very few.
With the exception of Obscurus, he basically doesn't use his emotional powers.
Although he can teach others to use it, he often doesn't use it himself.
Joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
For a wizard, every emotion can become a miraculous scene.
Dumbledore is love, he yearns for love.
It was a power he called great.
That power transcended death, blocked the Dark Lord's death curse, and saved young Harry.
Dumbledore's love lies in magic. The great Dumbledore had love and loved many people.
The magic of love caused his wand to burst into power comparable to the Elder Wand.
This is love, a wonderful, magical, mysterious energy.
But for John, love...
John rubbed the ring with his fingers, "Love, such a strange yet familiar word."
He recalled his past and things about love.
He is helpless. He can't fall in love on his own, right?
Thinking of my friends.
Hibiscus appeared in his mind.
That kiss on the forehead.
Recalling that feeling, then...no feeling.
"I only feel warmth, and there seems to be no love."
John touched his chin. When Fleur kissed him, he didn't feel much different except for being stunned.
It feels like your sister kissing you on the cheek when you were a kid.
Then change it?
John replaced Fleur in his mind and Daphne appeared.
When Daphne appeared, John thought of Malfoy upside down.
John: "..." Why did Malfoy run out?
Recalling carefully, Daphne was hanging on Malfoy, Daphne was about to hang on Malfoy, and Daphne had already hung up on Malfoy.
"No, Draco is too annoying."
He rubbed his brows. Malfoy's sarcastic ability was so deep into his bones that it even appeared in his own imagination.
"Draco, what do you want me to say about you?" John sighed.
Sure enough, Daphne's sanctions against Malfoy were not without reason.
Power beyond the limit requires the help of emotions.
John needs a kind of strength to mobilize his emotions.
He thought of a place.
...
Department of Mysteries.
Once John was reborn here and walked out of the archway that led to nowhere.
Now back again.
He entered the rotunda.
The revolving door leads nowhere.
John stopped in front of a door and reached out to touch the door.
There is a mysterious power in this.
Even a silent person cannot understand and analyze it.
He felt a repulsive force.
Dumbledore once called it: more magical and terrifying than death, than human wisdom, and than the power of nature.
That's love.
Locked door.
But John has the key.
Scales appeared on John's arms, and the power of the dragon slowly closed his fingers.
The door handle was trembling, and John turned the key in with his other hand.
"Crack."
With a slight twist, the door lock opened.
John held the door handle and slowly pushed the door open.
If this power is really that powerful.
Then it should be immensely grand.
Just like John's battle with Dumbledore, beyond the wizard's power.
The door opens slowly.
As everything inside came into view, John paused.
"this is Love?"
He walked into the room and the door slowly closed behind him.
He looked at everything in front of him and put back the wand he was about to pull out.
That's a simple mirror.
A chair is in front of the mirror.
He walked over and looked in the mirror.
No.
nobody.
Nor myself.
He came to the chair again.
This is a small room.
Not as big as where the arch was.
Sitting down, John looked in the mirror in his chair.
He saw a figure slowly appear in the mirror.
First, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and his arm appeared upward.
A man appears.
Watson Wick.
Next to his father, Mrs. Wick also appeared.
Then there were others, his uncles.
Then more people showed up.
There are so many that this mirror can’t even fit inside.
"Does it have the same function as the Mirror of Erised?" John thought.
"No, you should pay attention to the content, not the appearance." A person in the mirror spoke.
John looked and saw the man pushing his way through the crowd to the mirror.
He holds an oak staff and has a beard, just like Dumbledore.
He smiled and said, "Have you not noticed that you are already filled with love?"
"Who are you?"
The old man in the mirror thought for a while and said: "An old man, young people will not like to be with the old man, because the old man is too nagging."
"Merlin?" John asked tentatively.
The old man laughed and said, "Look, don't you know, why are you still asking?"
"I just didn't expect you to be in the mirror." John shook his head and said, "But you are obviously not real."
"Then what is real?" Old Man Merlin said with a smile, "Is it John Wick?"
"Is Albus Dumbledore real?"
"Is Watson Wick real?"
"Is Ariana Dumbledore Wick real?"
He asked several questions, but in the end they all shook their heads and pointed at John's heart, "This is the real thing, kid."
"You're filled in. You're setting yourself up for a difficult situation," Merlin whispered. "Stop trying to get into trouble."
John burst into laughter, "The tip of a bull's horn is a good way of saying it."
Level 8 like the wind.
Level 8 above the limit.
Focus on that, you can
Isn't it just the tip of a bull's horn? .
John looked up at the many people in the mirror and murmured to himself: "It's quite troublesome to fall in love with so many people."
"But magic is a miracle." He stood up.
Filled with no release.
John closed his eyes.
The emotions surging because of the person in the mirror made his magic power restless and filled up.
With a crisp sound.
A smile appeared on his lips.
Merlin in the mirror clapped his hands, and each figure disappeared.
[Ding, magic power has been upgraded successfully, current magic power: level 8]
Not just love, other things are also great.
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