I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Feel sorry."

From that mouth, which had always been a small one smeared with honey and full of viciousness and yin and yang, came out a sentence that had not been spoken for a long time.

Snape said, "Sorry, Wick."

"As your dean, I failed to protect you."

When he said this, Snape's eyes looked confused as he didn't know how to face the Wick family. "I will notify your parents and ask them to come and see you for the last time."

"No need," John shook his head and said, "That's it. The more you try to hold her back, the more you will bring pain to others."

Snape looked moved, surprised by John's calmness about death.

Unlike Voldemort, who frantically resisted death, John embraced death.

"Wick, you still have until sunset."

This was one of the few happy moments between Slytherins.

John said softly, "Professor, let the Star Club handle me."

Snape paused as he left, and turned to look at John.

Now John is defenseless. If he uses Legilimency, he can easily know all his thoughts.

But Snape just had a thought and stopped.

He couldn't do such a thing facing Slytherin's best student.

"Can."

This is what, as a dean, you can ultimately do for your students.

The door to the campus hospital opened, and Professor McGonagall came hurriedly. She brought the chief physician of St. Mungo's Hospital, Hebraicart Smethyk.

"I've never seen anything like this." When Smetsek saw John, he couldn't help but be shocked by his current condition.

Meanwhile, the dissatisfaction of those who were led away from St. Mungo's Hospital disappeared.

Because when he stepped forward to check, he accidentally touched John's hand.

The hand shriveled up like a mummy.

In such a state, not to mention going bumpy, even if you move carelessly, something will happen.

The more he checked, the more solemn his expression became, and finally he shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "Sorry, he has reached the end of his life."

"Oh, no." Professor McGonagall took a step back in disbelief.

She had seen what a high-spirited young man this was. Although she knew that she was not professional enough in treatment, she still begged without knowing her ability: "Please, look at it again."

"It was a poison that had never appeared before, mixed with dozens of deadly toxins." Smesek shook his head and sentenced him to death. "The period before sunset was his last time."

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and her hand clutched her heart and collar.

She looked at Snape again, and Snape nodded slowly.

The potion master said so. It seemed that at this moment, all good luck was not going to this young man.

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear the blow, so she walked out of the campus hospital with heavy steps.

There were fewer people outside, and there was one person sitting at the door.

The platinum-blond hair was leaning against the wall, and the tie was randomly pulled open and hung around his neck.

Malfoy sat there, looking at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Daphne was leaning against the wall, surrounded by her best friend and sister.

They comforted Daphne that she would be fine.

That was the King of Slytherin, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

The door to the school hospital opened and Malfoy looked up.

A pair of worried eyes cast their gazes, and Professor McGonagall's face turned pale again.

But this news must be told by her.

She is the deputy headmaster, and Dumbledore is no longer here, so she has to take responsibility.

She took a deep breath, facing the expectant eyes, she was going to announce the news, the news that made everyone sad.

"John Wick..."

Malfoy and Daphne looked at her at the same time, the hope and pleading in their eyes made Professor McGonagall even unable to bear it.

She pursed her lips and said with difficulty, "We have time before sunset."

Everyone was silent.

"impossible!"

Malfoy lost control and yelled, "He's not going to die, he's John!"

"All men are mortal, Malfoy." Snape came out.

His expression seemed to be back to its normal state.

"John won't, he promised me!" Malfoy was extremely excited.

Daphne's body went limp and she leaned against the wall, being supported by Pansy and her sister.

Snape remained rational and looked aloof, "Stop your barking, Malfoy."

"John Wick lets Daphne Greengrass in."

Malfoy looked back and saw Daphne breaking away from her best friend and sister and running towards the school hospital.

Unable to maintain her image, she arrived all the way into the room.

She saw John, but she hadn't seen him for a while and he was almost unrecognizable.

John's lips moved as if he was speaking.

Daphne hurriedly approached and heard the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies.

"our promise."

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Chapter 359 I died in the crowd

The sun sets little by little.

Daphne hoped that the sun would stop like this, but unfortunately she was not a god and could not do things that went against common sense.

"I don't want to be here," John said weakly.

Daphne found a wheelchair, and she could easily pick up John.

Too light.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain it must have been to turn John like this into this.

Daphne pushed her wheelchair through the castle, followed by a large number of students.

Almost everyone couldn't believe that the young man who was so high-spirited just a few days ago turned into this look in the blink of an eye.

The four members of the Qunxing Club on campus are all here.

Neville Longbottom.

Draco Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory.

Daphne greengrass.

They were at the edge of the Black Lake, standing next to John.

How many times have I sweated here, and how many times have I fallen down here.

Strength comes first.

Once upon a time, a Muggle wizard came to Slytherin, the pure-blood supremacy, and opened the hearts of those rebellious teenagers and girls with glory.

They are Slytherins, and Glory should witness glory with them.

They are sand, each with the possibility of shining, refined into glass by a student named John Wick, and hung on a tree named Hogwarts, becoming the most eye-catching one.

They are proud because they are Slytherins.

They are treacherous because they are Slytherins.

They are strong because they are Slytherins.

They are honored because they are Slytherins.

Chasing glory, defending glory, witnessing glory, we...are the glory itself.

Everyone watched in silence, like a great black wall surrounding the upcoming bright star, trying to catch it.

The sun gradually set, and a sad atmosphere gathered over Hogwarts.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared across the black lake.

John's eyelids felt extremely heavy, toxins were raging in his body, and he could no longer bleed black blood.

He whispered: "It's so cold."

Upon hearing this, Malfoy took off his robe and was about to cover it with John.

But when he put down his robe, he saw the body without breathing.

His heart trembled hard, and he numbly covered John with his robe.

Everyone else found out too.

Daphne couldn't hold it back and shed tears.

They surrounded John like stars guarding him.

The brightest star.

Fallen.

The sound of painful cries spread like ignited grass clippings.

Hogwarts reaches its peak of mourning.

The professors were silent. Professor Flitwick took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his eyes.

Professor Sprout muttered "Oh God."

Professor McGonagall held onto the doorpost.

Snape's eyes were dull for a moment.

The examiners all sighed with regret, and Tofody even blamed himself.

If he had agreed earlier, wouldn't this have happened?

He felt that he no longer had the face to stay in this position.

He killed that shining star.

He is a sinner.

"Send him back," said Professor McGonagall.

"He left it to the Society of Stars to handle his funeral," Snape said.

"It's just like……"

Before he finished speaking, everyone knew who it was.

The boy who followed John.

The bond of Qunxing Club is so beautiful.

But luck never favors them.

It was not just the star that fell, but also the stars that followed him.