I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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 inserted the key 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, "Look, don't you know, why do you still ask?"

"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 asked 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 with stuff here. It's you who set up difficult problems for yourself." Merlin whispered, "Stop trying to get into trouble."

John laughed dumbly, "The tip of a bull's horn is a good way of saying it."

Level 8 like the wind.

Level 8 above the limit.

Focusing on that is the tip of the spear.

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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Chapter 767 Magic Kingdom

So this is ah.

The tense body and nerves made him feel like he was squeezing the mouth of a bottle.

Keep fighting and strengthening to make it more difficult to reach level 8.

At this moment, he was completely relaxed, and everything came naturally.

Of course, without previous experience and knowledge, the so-called success is just a joke.

Dumbledore seeks love because he lacks it.

Not so with John.

His is ambition.

And this ambition is hidden deep in his heart.

It's Dumbledore.

He completed all his dreams and tests, and the place above the limit was opened to him.

In the words of Eastern countries, thoughts are clear and Tao is natural.

Without regrets, everything becomes so natural.

In Western terms...

Magical nature?

John couldn't figure it out either, so he looked at the panel.

The panel has also undergone changes.

The gray disappears, and the magic that can be touched again loses its limit.

Alchemy and Runes directly break through to level 8.

"It seems that as long as one limit is broken, other problems will be solved."

John was deep in thought, it seemed that he could still level up to level 8.

Because the panel has not turned gray, but there is no experience bar.

This made John feel baffled. Could it be that future upgrades would also require an epiphany like today?

Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, John looked up at the mirror.

Everyone inside had disappeared, but Merlin was still there picking his ears.

"Why are you still here?" John looked confused.

Logically speaking, I have no regrets, and I also know that when I fall in love, all the people inside should disappear.

But Merlin had no intention of leaving. He greeted John and said with a smile, "Magic is great, isn't it?"

The old man's eyes were bright, as simple and innocent as a child's.

"It's also fun."

"Are you not lying?" John guessed. He stared at the mirror in surprise.

If this is true, it's a major discovery.

The legendary god of magic, Merlin.

He had seen Ambrosius in the Dragon Field, a young Merlin.

This one has an old look on his face, but his eyes are completely different from Merlin's, with a kind of innocence.

Like a child who doesn't understand the world.

"What I said is true and what is false?" Merlin laughed, "I didn't say these things."

John probed: "Is that why you are in the mirror?"

"I am him, and I am not him." Merlin grinned, "We are all Merlin, he can be us, but we are different."

In the same way, last time it was Ambrosius, this time it's Merlin in the mirror.

John frowned, it seemed that Merlin might be born again and again as he guessed.

Looking at Merlin in the mirror, John had an idea and asked: "Do you know Extis?"

"A pale, mad wizard."

"Who?" Mirror Merlin thought for a moment, "I don't think I know him."

It's not the incubus that Extis knew either.

These Merlin memories are not the same.

"I think it's time for you to leave." Mirror Merlin yawned, "The love here is so strong that it makes people sleepy."

In a room full of love, John could feel that strange and great power.