I wield a sword at Hogwarts

That familiar face, with long hair.

He came here for a date wearing the purple dress given by John that day.

"Nagini."

Credence wasn't sure. He fell into a deep sleep, but woke up again.

After he found his family, he learned about his life experience.

Got his own name.

But he couldn't find the person he cherished.

The Obscurus eroded his body, and he died not long after he returned to Godric's Hollow, where his father lived.

Along with the pendant that was never taken off, it was buried in Godric's Hollow.

The person who was supposed to sleep forever revives after many years.

The pendant containing the parting gift disappeared.

He found this place with the help of intermittent memories in his mind.

Nagini covered her mouth, tears streaking her cheeks.

"John."

In her mind, the missing memories of her soul were flooding in at this moment.

"I hope you will have no regrets this time."

The words she spoke as she left echoed in Nagini's ears.

She moved.

The legs that should have been unable to walk started to run, rushing towards the embrace of those years ago.

"You're back, Credence."

Our King is gentle and strong.

Our king is selfish and overbearing.

Even if it is a regret, he must reverse it for his friend.

He saved Nagini's second half of life and filled her regrets in the first half of her life.

One of them should have died in the past, and the other would have turned into a vessel for evil and died in the future.

Until the death of that sword turned into a wisp of smoke and they reunited.

Now.

The birds, each of which lost a wing, finally met again.

She ran towards the boy she loved deeply.

To touch, to hug, to love.

So real, so warm.

There is no young man who dies young, no big snake who loses his humanity.

Not to mention being regarded as a monster by people.

In some cases, there is only one loving couple.

…

"She should have turned into a wisp of smoke and ran towards the boy she loved so much, but the domineering and gentle king would not allow tragedy to happen.

John Wick, a selfish Slytherin.

His love is so selfish that it is only enough to give to the people he loves.

He is an alchemist who pursues equal exchange, but he makes up for all regrets for his friends for free.

He is a king loved by his subjects, but he cannot become a saint respected by all living beings. "

Chapter 563 Dumbledore, Dumbledore

Godric's Hollow.

Two figures, an old man and a young man, were walking here.

"What should I call you, John or... Joel?"

Dumbledore was like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, stepping back into this painful place.

He should have been relieved, but John kept him from peace.

"This is your choice," John walked into the cemetery where the three of them had ventured, stopped, and said calmly, "Use your favorite destiny to find the title you need."

"Dumbledore, what you have escaped from is what makes you feel guilty."

The blooming white flowers had covered the entire tombstone. John slowly squatted down and spread them with his hands.

The wreath under the tombstone has grown into a whole piece.

"How long has it been since you came back?"

Hearing this question, Dumbledore's eyes were dazed and he murmured: "A long time."

"You should have discovered it, but your avoidance made you lose it again."

John's eyes were gentle, he stood up again, and he stretched out his left hand.

The enclosed soil is divided.

The coffin was held up by white flowers and slowly rose up.

"I don't understand," Dumbledore said without moving his eyes for a moment until the white coffin was raised, "Why did you do this?"

"How did you do it again?"

Dumbledore had a complicated expression, but after John told him the equal exchange, he knew he couldn't refuse.

He was even willing to plead and plead with the boy who violated the taboo.

Under this coffin, buried was Dumbledore's lifelong guilt.

He once evaded his true intention and once evaded responsibility.

Let his beloved sleep forever.

He had no way of knowing who had caused the accident.

But his heart was no longer perfect.

Saint Dumbledore, Dumbledore who loves the world, is never a good brother.

"How?"

Hearing this question, John shook his head and laughed.

"Dumbledore, magic, like alchemy, has a price."

He looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes and said expressionlessly: "Are you thinking about what magic that Slytherin used to violate the taboo?"

"Yes, I think so," Dumbledore sighed and said honestly, "You have never surprised me, and you have never been able to see through my thoughts."

Seeing his admission, John said in an extremely indifferent voice: "My soul, the great Dumbledore."

"soul?"

"Yes, soul." John crossed his finger across his heart and said with a grin, "There is a missing piece here."

"If you have read "Advanced Black Magic Revealed", you should understand that the formation of a Horcrux requires the sacrifice of the soul."

"Even for me, it's not easy to resurrect a dead person."

"But Voldemort gave me a reminder, a way to destroy the body and still keep people alive."

In Dumbledore's shaking pupils, John said with great ease: "So I cut open the soul and made a Horcrux for her."

"My soul is no longer whole, Dumbledore."

His voice was like thunder from the sky.

Dumbledore took two steps back and murmured: "Why, why did you separate your soul, John?"

"Maybe it's that flower, maybe it's her chaotic and sincere kindness, and her willingness to let me make her eyes." John said, "In exchange of equal value, I made a deal with her."

"Now……"

The coffin slowly opened.

The young girl inside has become a skeleton.

However, that pure and flawless white flower still exists.

John held up the flowers and murmured: "It's ironic, this purest flower is watered with the most evil black magic."

"No," Dumbledore said guiltily, shaking his head, "that flower is pure and innocent."

Voluntary sacrifice.

John, who is the most proficient in soul magic, knows the disadvantages caused by soul defects, but his approach is different from Voldemort, who also makes Horcruxes.

Voldemort took the lives of others in order to make Horcruxes.

And he chose to separate his soul and use his soul to make a Horcrux for Ariana.

"Do you remember Tom's spell?" John said to himself, "The blood of the enemy, the bones of the father, the flesh of the servant."

"But Ariana, she's different."

"She holds no grudge against anyone."

"At the time of death, what she did was still love you, love..."

"Kill her, brothers."

John took out a gold scale from his small bag and put it down.

"Then change the magic."

He looked up at Dumbledore, who was already in tears, and stretched out his hand.

A tear from Dumbledore's beard flew into John's hand.

Tears fall on one end of the golden scale, tilting it.

"Guilty."

An animated portrait forcibly taken from the Hog's Head Tavern.

"Pity."

John pointed at his head and slowly pulled out a silvery memory.

"Nostalgia."

The three objects were placed on the scale, and John placed the white flower on the other side.

A magical scene appeared on the originally tilted scale.

The weight of a flower actually started to sway with the side where the three things were placed.

John watched quietly until the scale stopped swinging and balanced on both sides.

Taking out the scepter representing resurrection, John held it flat and sounded an ancient and obscure note.

The golden scepter gradually melted, and the gold-like liquid flowed into the coffin.

A magical scene happened.

The dead bones melted quickly and merged with the scepter.

John took out a bottle, opened it, and sprinkled the dirt inside into the coffin.

"The land of my first birthplace."

Then he plucked one from the white flowers that surrounded the tomb and threw it into it.