I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Time, stop.

voice, disappear.

space, dark.

A crack appeared out of thin air in front of him, and only one person could pass through it.

John held up the sword of Silver Wick, which had been partially destroyed and only one third remained.

The super magic crystal at the tail disappeared, and the majestic purple was made by magic power.

John took a step, thinking that even if he was alive under the huge explosion, he would still be missing arms and legs.

Now it seems that the magic has not had much effect.

The magic crystal on the limited gauntlet was destroyed, and the sword of Silver Wick was tentatively inserted into the crack.

At the moment of entry, the sword of Silver Wick disappeared.

John stared blankly at his right hand, which just disappeared.

There was no sign, as if the sword of Silver Wick had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

The space is still the same, if you don’t go there by yourself, you will be trapped in it for the rest of your life.

John took a deep breath, took out his wand and clenched it tightly.

Seeing the arm, John realized that there was a golden mark under the skin of his left hand.

Unable to wipe it off, John saw the black mark on the other hand again.

"I can only go in."

He stayed in this space for a long time, and took out his pocket watch to have a look.

The pocket watch has stopped, and time has been frozen.

Gathering the courage to take another step, John walked towards the crack.

Beyond the crack, there is nothingness.

There is no distinction between up and down, and countless broken lenses are covered in every direction.

If Misty Illusion is a minimalist art, then here is complex and gorgeous.

Stepping on the lens, there was a creak, and the shards of the mirror seemed to be shattered in the next second.

John was standing on it, and the mirror was not broken.

He didn't know where the exit was, so he could only move on.

At the same time he found that his sword was not there at all.

"Did it fall in a different place?"

After some thought, John headed in one direction.

I don't know how long it took, but John came across a mirror as he walked.

The moment he touched it, he saw the reflection in the mirror change.

A disheveled man was adding something to the cauldron, his face was crazy, his wife came and insulted him, he chopped off his hand and threw it into the cauldron.

His wife was scared away, but he didn't care, and kept refining for ten years.

But until he was about to die, he still said he didn't get what he wanted.

John stared at the mirror thoughtfully, then touched another mirror.

There is also an alchemist inside, he is different from the last one, he behaves elegantly, loves his wife, loves his son, and is kind to his friends.

It can be said that this is a very perfect person, a good husband, a good father, and a good friend.

But whenever it was night, the man would always go to the secret base, where alchemy materials were placed.

His life was good, and gradually, his wife died, his son grew up and left home, and his friend lost a leg because of an adventure.

The man became more urgent about that thing, and he soaked in the material day and night.

At the age of 50, he finally died in that secret base that no one knew about.

Then the next one, and the next one.

Everyone is like this, they are either happy or sad, rich or poor.

Without exception, they are all alchemists, travelers who never stop on the road of pursuit.

Suddenly, in the next mirror, the reflection inside turned into a man, and he looked at John with a half-smile.

"John Wick, I'm glad you're here."

John realized it was not a reflection, but a living person.

No, it doesn't seem quite right to say living people.

John watched warily at the man who emerged from the mirror, dressed in feathers like a large white bird.

About 20 years old, holding an oak cane in his hand.

"You know me?" John asked.

The man smiled, walked out of the mirror, and said, "Of course I know you. I know every alchemist. You are the most special one. You came here in a blink of an eye."

"Shining?" John heard the words and followed behind the other party.

"It's just time jumping around randomly. The person I saw last time has become a skeleton, and you are the only one who can come here."

His eyes are pink, as if he can read people's hearts.

A door appeared in front of him. That door looked ordinary, and it seemed both harmonious and awkward in this space.

The man stopped, turned his head to look at John and smiled, "You are one of the few people who have come here over the years, you can call me Alchemist Zero, and here..."

Alchemist No. [-] pointed to the door, and said in a solemn and solemn tone, "This is called the Gate of Things, and only those who have reached the peak of alchemy can reach the other side."

Looking at the simple door, John couldn't see anything special.

John, who did not give up, used insight. At this moment, the door in front of him changed, and countless chaotic codes rushed into his brain.

John paled and took two steps back, gasping for breath, not daring to look any further.

"You can discover the specialness of the Gate of Things, you are better than I thought."

Alchemist No. [-] showed appreciation, patted John on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Go, that is your reward, open the door of things, and you can get everything you want, whether it is magic or Money, or status."

His voice was very seductive, but John looked up at him, his deep eyes piercing people's hearts, and asked coldly, "So...the price?"

No. [-] alchemist didn't expect this question, and he was stunned. John straightened his body and said calmly: "The basic rules of alchemy, there is no free gold."

"You are very smart." Alchemist No. [-] put away his smile and said lightly, "Those alchemists who came here basically forgot about this matter."

He didn't hide anything, and said: "The price, any price, it may be your arm, it may be your eyes, it may be your body or even... your soul."

When he said the last two words, Alchemist No. [-] put on a smile again and said, "You don't seem to lack these. The Gate of Things is the highest reward for an alchemist, and its status is above the Sorcerer's Stone. would be willing to give up."

After that, he stopped talking, and John looked at the door quietly.

The Gate of Things is the supreme existence in alchemy, capable of refining everything, even the most forbidden souls.

As long as you push it away, any wish can come true.

Correspondingly, he needs to pay a price, which is an equivalent exchange.

Since entering this space, John has been thinking about how to go back, and the Gate of Things seems to be a good choice.

John walked over, and when he passed by, a sneer appeared in the eyes of Alchemist No. [-], with sarcasm.

When he reached out and was about to touch the door, John paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "The highest reward for an alchemist?"

"of course."

Alchemist Zero nodded without hesitation, but John smiled and asked, "Have you seen a man named Nicole Flamel?"

"Nicole Flamel?"

Alchemist No. [-] was taken aback for a moment, and John's body suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front.

The wand in his hand was held backwards, and Alchemist Zero did not react, and there was a cracking sound from his neck.

The tip of the wand pierced through like a poisonous snake, and when it was pulled out, Alchemist Zero fell down belatedly.

He couldn't believe it, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He clutched his neck, and there was a hissing sound in his speech.

John showed disdain and sneered, "Did you forget that we met outside just now?"

"Extes."

A drop fell from the tip of the wand, not blood, but something as black as ink.

Before being dragged into this space, John saw the cursed face.

He is no stranger, because the owner of that face used to torture himself every time he used the soul potion.

Extis, creator of the Dementors.

His youthful face appeared in this space, and John wand tried to use magic.

Well, no.

However, this reassured John. For him, no one could use magic. Isn't this John's happy house?

"Nicole Flamel refined the Philosopher's Stone. He is the greatest alchemist without a doubt. He didn't even come here. How credible is your statement?"

John had a sarcasm on his face, and Extis probably couldn't imagine that Nicole Flamel was alive to this day.

That's why Extis was so astonished when he heard Nicole Flamel's name.

Being identified, Extis had a gloomy face, but soon he laughed.

"John Wick, thanks to you, I came to this place, and it is also because of you that I can wake up again."

Extis's arms seemed to be peeling off cocoons, and black silk threads were suspended all over his body. He raised his eyebrows and said with a sarcasm on his face: "In return, I will make you my new work of art."

"It's not necessary."

John sneered, gripping his wand even tighter.

This old Yinbi pretended to be an NPC to trick himself into opening the door of things.

Gan!

See if I can fix it and you're done!

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