I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Tang Mi hesitated. Compared with his dead friend, he didn't want anything to happen to John.

Just like, once in that place where one person needed to be sacrificed.

He is a leader and a respected friend.

John chuckled and shook his head, "You are not carried away by missing you. The price is not that big for me."

After he finished speaking, Tang Mi also nodded.

Tang Mi told Oz about meeting Lippi, and Oz was equally excited.

As friends, it would be great if they could meet again.

This is the expectation that Tang Mi saw on Oz's face.

Wait until noon.

When John was wondering which bread to eat, Oz Hilde, now the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, entered with Tang Mi.

"Sir Wick." Oz said respectfully while suppressing his excitement.

Oz is not Tang Mi. When it comes to relationships, in John's eyes, she is just Tang Mi's girlfriend.

There is a difference between closeness and distance.

This is something Oz learned over the years at the Ministry of Magic.

If it weren't for Tang Mi's sake, Oz wouldn't be able to make such a rude request.

John looked at Oz, the former Hogwarts professor who is now the director of the most important department of the Ministry of Magic.

If Percy stepped down, Oz would be eligible to compete for that spot.

"Hilde." John nodded, looked at Tang Mi and said, "Are you ready? It won't take long this time."

"We are ready, my lord."

Tang Mi held Oz's hand, and the two looked at each other and nodded.

"Then as you wish."

John raised his hand and held the locket on his chest with his other hand.

A wave of fluctuation spreads out.

The two of them felt like something was brushing against their bodies, like a line of sight or a gust of wind.

Nothing changes around.

John put his hands down, stood up and walked outside.

"You have five minutes."

The door is closed.

The two looked back, and Lippi leaned against the wall and raised his hand to say hello.

"Tangmi, Oz."

…

John didn't listen to what they were saying.

He glanced at the locket and murmured to himself: "It's just a pity after all."

Just like the Mirror of Erised, you can see what you desire.

This magic can evoke obsessions and regrets in the heart.

What this obsession consists of can be said to be a ghost, but that is not correct.

If souls could be brought up so easily, John wouldn't have had to go to great lengths to plot against Death in the first place.

"It just makes me feel better, but there are many people who flock to this ability."

In John's opinion, that was a method of self-deception.

Riddle flew over and John held out his hand for it to rest on.

Taking down the letter that Riddle brought, John looked at Riddle and asked, "Were you attacked?"

Riddle nodded, but they were just some blind Twolegs.

John ruffled its feathers and let Riddle go.

He opened the envelope, his expression gradually changing from dull to solemn.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the Muggle world."

In just a few months, Muggles had learned about wizards' weaknesses.

For example, a magic wand.

Losing a wand leaves a wizard vulnerable.

The other party imprisoned a wizard and even got a lot of useful information from Poland.

"Grindelwald, you have uncovered the wizard's vulnerability." John lit the letter.

The flames reflected on the young face, and John's pupils shone with flames. "Muggles are learning about wizards. What I can do now is either to directly destroy that group of people, or... try to contact them."

His expression was uncertain.

Faced with the coming threat, John's resolute actions can destroy those people.

But the consequence is that the wizard's malice is magnified in front of the Muggles.

This will do no good and will leave disaster behind.

Forgetting spell?

There is no shortage of smart people in the Muggle world, let alone people who can spot clues.

Snape didn't know how many people knew about wizards, and it was not safe unless everyone in Britain had forgotten about them.

John felt a little headache.

The mess Grindelwald left for himself, but he got away with it without any psychological burden.

Snape would contact those responsible for the stolen weapons and understand what they were thinking.

Such a dangerous mission.

Selfless giving?

wrong.

That's just the obsession to fill up the regrets.

John took out the resurrection stone.

"You want to use this power to rule the world, but you don't know that the human heart is the most impenetrable prison."

A Slytherin with a deep obsession.

After hearing the news, he did not hesitate to step into the abyss from which he might not be able to come back.

What he loves is the girl in his memory.

What he is obsessed with is that the mistakes he made cannot be undone.

He wanted to see her again, even if it was like opening a scar again, and the bloody wound would make him more painful.

"Just drink poison to quench your thirst."

John put the resurrection stone back, and at this time, the door opened.

Oz was nestled in Tang Mi's arms, the strong woman's eyes were red and swollen.

Seeing friends again makes women sentimental.

Tang Mi patted Oz on the shoulder and said sincerely to John: "Thank you, Sir."

John shook his head, "It's just obsession and regret after all."

Tang Mi couldn't understand the master's calm mood after casting such a great magic.

Maybe this is the difference between himself and the second king.

Only John himself knows the illusion of obsession and regret.

That's not a very good magic trick.

On the contrary, when obsessions and regrets are stirred up, they will be like drinking poison to quench thirst, unable to stop recalling them in the mind.

Pain comes with it.

In his opinion, that could be considered a vicious curse.

It doesn't hurt the body like the Unforgivable Curse, but it can destroy the soul.

…

Rose fields in Nurmengard.

As the hands beat, the hands reached twelve o'clock at midnight.

A new year has arrived.

Grindelwald whispered: "Where are your limits, John Wick."

All the wizards who were originally here left.

They all bear the mission of baptizing the world with the Holy Fire, and with crazy ideals, they are heading towards the road of death from which there is no return.

And all of this was Grindelwald's gift to the white-haired boy in Godric's Hollow.

…

Chapter 703 The beginning of the year, Auror Harry

January 1st.

A new year has arrived.

Hogwarts has also started school.

Harry got up early, combed his hair like an adult, and put on a handsome suit.

He looked at his raised hair in front of the mirror, dipped his hand in water and pressed it down.

The piece of hair was pressed down, but it popped out again not long after.

As he walked downstairs, he smelled a burning smell.

Following the smell he came to the kitchen.

Kreacher muttered something there, seeming to want to get this man to leave his kitchen.

Blake's noble son is now a middle-aged uncle.

Wearing a suitably brown velvet striped suit with an apron on top.

Sirius Black tried to make an edible breakfast on his own, but unfortunately overestimated his skills.

No matter how many times Harry got up and saw his godfather, it always felt like he was dreaming.

"Sirius, let me help you."

Harry is not a pure-blooded young man like Sirius who spent the first half of his life living outside the world. He also has many things in the Dursley family that he needs to take action on his own.

The anxious Sirius poured out the burnt smoked meat and said, "I thought it was pretty simple."

"Yes, it's not too difficult as long as you study." Harry took the spoon.

Fried eggs with bacon, a glass of balanced milk, some raw salad and bread.

Breakfast for the father and son is ready.

Sitting at the dining table, this long table was always full when this was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

Now only the father and son are left, each sitting in a seat enjoying breakfast.

Sirius finished eating first, rubbed his hands and looked at his godson.