I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Mr. Weasley looked at his proud son, confused.

Are you really selfish?

Should I join the twenty-eight new sacred tribes?

The question lingered in Mr. Weasley's mind as he kept recalling Percy's words.

Watching the burrows destroyed and rebuilt into strange houses.

I have always disdained to associate with that group of purebloods, which brings me to the embarrassment of being an ancient pureblood and unable to afford a Galleung at home.

It was my son who went to school, but he had to use an old wand.

My daughter has to buy second-hand books when she goes to school.

He entered the new Burrow where Mrs. Weasley was cooking.

The children were away, and occasionally the twins would come back, so Christmas was the busiest time at the Burrow.

The world of a husband and wife is sometimes not so good.

…

Chapter 615 The prosperous age of werewolves, Dusk Wolf

A large number of reporters poured into the Ministry of Magic, and the constant flashlights illuminated Old Barty's face.

"Minister Crouch, is the outcome of this parliament as you expected?"

"There are senior officials who have received warnings from the Malfoy family. Does this mean that this is someone's interference in the Ministry of Magic?"

“Will the parliament be different this time around in light of the personnel changes caused by the last education reform?”

Reporters swarmed in, scrambling to cover the highlight of the event.

Everyone knows that Old Barty has repeatedly held general meetings for the equality of werewolves, but failed every time.

This time, the parliamentary time was much shorter than in the past, which made journalists sensitive to the news feel that something was wrong.

They all hope that Old Batty can respond positively.

Old Batty stopped and faced the reporters' flashlights. His gray temples stood out at the moment.

With a solemn face, he made reporters shut up just by standing there.

"Pierce, bring that thing over here."

Old Batty spoke to Pierce behind him.

Pierce nodded, but couldn't hide his excitement.

He carefully presented the document signed by all fifty officials.

The reporters held their breath. Their sense of smell as reporters told them that it was an extremely important and explosive document.

Their eyes stared as if they were about to turn into an abyss.

Old Batty took the file and opened it. He cleared his throat and raised his head to face all the reporters.

"After discussion at the second meeting of the Ministry of Magic in 1998, the category of werewolves was rewritten, removed from humanoid magical creatures, and changed to..."

The reporter's eyes widened, and Old Batty slowly said: "Human beings."

"Restore the equal rights of werewolves and wizards. All registered werewolves will be recognized by the magical society, and a new round of discussion will be held on werewolf discrimination."

"This document is signed by the Minister for Magic, Barty Crouch, and all fifty officials of the Ministry of Magic Council."

"Effective immediately."

As Old Barty finished speaking, you could hear needles dropping in the lively hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Employees of the Ministry of Magic, reporters, wizards who come to do business...

Their eyes widened, taking in this subversive information.

Among the many people, Old Jack's children Zoffie and Chudai were trembling.

"Did you see it, Grandpa?"

Zuo Fei's eyes were red, and he murmured to himself: "We... are human beings."

Chudai wanted to comfort his brother, but his hands were trembling and he gently placed them on Zuo Fei's shoulders.

They have waited too long for this day.

How many years of discrimination did it take to get this day?

If they hadn't met that silver mask, hadn't stood with that one.

Even until they die, it is impossible.

At this moment, no werewolf could calm down.

Zoffie just wanted to go back, go to Silver Cross Hospital, and tell Old Jack.

They did it.

It allows children to go out without fear of being taken away, and to leave Knockturn Alley to work without being treated as a monster.

They wanted to go back and tell old Jack.

Their king led the werewolves to see the light.

…

Silver Cross Hospital.

Ever since Old Jack was kidnapped, his health has been deteriorating day by day.

He was originally Dusk Wolf, raising children in this human world.

He has never made the right choice many times in his life.

When he was young, he was a wizard from a Muggle family.

At that time, he had a childhood sweetheart girl, and a family that, although not rich, could fill their stomachs.

Before he was eleven, he was bitten.

He turned into a werewolf and lost the qualification to go to Hogwarts.

On a full moon night, he hurt his family and turned the boy in the girl's mind into a monster.

He chose to escape and ran all the way from the village, crossing mountains and streams, heading to a place where there was no one.

His departure left his mother depressed and his father drank all day long and drowned in a stream one day.

The girl could not find the boy. In a war, she died under the torture of soldiers.

When old Jack went back, the village was no longer there.

The death-filled home made old Jack beat his heart out and beat the ground. He then stayed away from it all, met Fenrir Greyback, and lived in that hell-like werewolf community.

Using his remaining conscience, he became the guardian of the children at the cost of being almost killed by Greyback.

After Fenrir Greyback was sent to Azkaban, he made a choice that would exhaust all his luck in his life.

He went to look for the person who was more evil than the wolf. He thought that no matter how bad he was, he couldn't be worse than Greyback.

But he was wrong. What he found was a villain, but also a king who made people follow him.

The protection of Silver Hand keeps the werewolf safe, and the raised flag is arranged by Old Jack himself every day.

A werewolf community was established, treatment in Knockturn Alley was improved, and a werewolf school was under construction.

For the first time, he saw hope in the werewolf.

If there is anyone in the world who is most willing to die for John Wick, then Old Jack must be one of them.

The pain caused by the kidnapping has been healed, and what he has experienced is the end of life that no one can escape.

In his last moments, old Jack was confessing.

He repented of his greed. Although his vision was blurry, he felt as if his children were all there.

"If there is a God, please forgive me. My greedy prayer can make my children become a real wizard."

"If there is a God, please blame me, put all the blame on me and let me spend a thousand years in hell."

"That king, I can't continue to follow you. I will still pray for you in hell until the fire of hell burns out my body, my soul, and my consciousness."

"King, king——"

Old Jack closed his eyes. His ears had lost hearing.

His eyes were left in darkness.

In a daze, he heard cheers.

He heard Tyro cry.

Someone called his name.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he no longer had the ability.

The twilight wolf is over.

…

"grandfather!"

Zuo Fei and Chu Dai rushed into Silver Cross Hospital desperately.

They want to tell old Jack the good news.

What the old man wanted to see most, they did.

Zuo Fei's physical condition was better than that of Chu Dai and he ran into the ward.

With a smile on his face, he shouted loudly: "Werewolves and werewolves are equal, Grandpa!"

His smile froze when he saw the old man lying down.

The smile gradually disappeared, and all that was left was a roar in his head.

He heard Tyro crying out of breath, and heard the therapist saying something in his ear.

Zuo Fei's body felt like its strength had been drained away.

The deputy director of the Werewolf Affairs Office, who should have been high-spirited, burst into tears.

Came here for the first time.

He was Old Jack's eldest child. Seeing this scene, he fell silent.

"You guys go out first."

After saying something to the therapist, Chudai walked into the ward.

Old Jack has aged rapidly during this period. His hair has turned white and his body is like a dead tree.

Chu Dai knelt beside the bed, reached out and held Old Jack's hand, with tears in his eyes, and said softly: "We succeeded, your wish came true."

"Werewolves are no longer magical creatures and we can walk around this country with integrity."

Old Jack's hand gradually lost its warmth.

But the moment he heard the news, a smile appeared on Old Jack's face.

Chudai murmured: "Great, you heard it."

He couldn't bear it anymore and cried together with his brothers and sisters.

These are tears of joy, tears of sadness, and tears of relief when a wish comes true.

Twilight Wolf is gone, and his children, who continue to take his place, will unswervingly follow in the King's footsteps.

…

Old Jack passed away.

The news reached John nearly as soon as the werewolves were equalized.

John's heart twitched hard, and it took him a long time before he turned his attention away from the letter.