I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The sun went down little by little.

Daphne hoped that the sun would just stop like this, but unfortunately she is not a god and cannot do things that go against common sense.

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

Daphne found a wheelchair, and she picked John up easily.

too light.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain it was to turn such a John into this.

Daphne pushed the wheelchair and walked in the castle, followed by a large group of students.

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

All four members of the Qunxing club at school are here.

Neville Longbottom.

Draco Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory.

Daphne Greengrass.

They were standing by John's side by the Black Lake.

How many times have you sweated here, and how many times you have fallen here.

Power comes first.

Once a Muggle wizard came to Slytherin, where pure blood is supreme, and opened the hearts of those rebellious teenagers with glory.

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

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

They're proud because they're Slytherins.

They're treacherous because they're Slytherins.

They are strong because they are Slytherins.

Glory to them because they are Slytherins.

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

Everyone watched silently, they were like a black Great Wall, surrounding the bright star that was about to come, trying to catch it.

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

The last ray of sunlight disappeared on the other side of the Black Lake.

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

He said softly, "It's really cold."

Malfoy heard that he took off his robe and was going to cover it for John.

It's just that when he put down his robe, he saw the body that was not breathing.

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

Everyone else found out too.

Daphne didn't hold back, and shed tears.

They surround John like the surrounding stars.

brightest star.

fallen.

Cries sounded like burning grass, spreading out.

Hogwarts reached a mournful climax.

The professors were all silent, and Professor Flitwick took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Professor Sprout murmured, "God."

Professor McGonagall held onto the post.

Snape's eyes were dull for a moment.

The examiners all sighed, and Tofudi blamed himself even more.

Wouldn't it have happened if he had agreed earlier?

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

He killed that bright star.

He is a sinner.

"Send him back," said Professor McGonagall.

"He let Stellaris 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 the Qunxing Club is so beautiful.

But luck never favored them.

It wasn't just the star that fell, but also the stars that followed him.

It is a pity.

Maybe after many years, they will meet some outstanding students.

But it is doomed to be impossible to achieve the astonishment of John Wick.

...

The Star Society took John's body back.

Malfoy still can't believe that a good John died like this.

"who is it."

Malfoy was like a wolf that lost its master, growling and looking for the poisoner.

Cedric stared at John, he couldn't believe that John just died like this without any preparation.

Neville, who was supposed to be the most sensitive among them, was the calmest.

And they knew that Neville just didn't react for a while.

Among the crowd, Neville was the first to know John.

From that train, they strike up a friendship.

It is extremely profound, no worse than anyone else.

If John was in Gryffindor, then he, John and Hermione would be the best of the three.

Daphne sorted out her emotions, and she walked to the round table, which belonged to John.

It seems that even the Star Society has discovered the fall of his master, and the dome is extremely dim today.

The falling starlight gathered into an envelope that had been prepared and landed on the round table.

"Daphne, pick it up." Cedric looked at Daphne.

Malfoy also set his sights on Daphne.

Neville nodded.

Daphne opened the letter.

"When the letter was opened, it meant I was incapacitated.

This also means that the last chance is in front of us. This is a game, a game made by life.

So for the next words, I ask all the members of the Star Club to fulfill it.

Percy and Fleur were in place, and the Society of Stars fireplace gave access to the Ministry of Magic.

Daphne, I need you to complete the funeral for me, under everyone's gaze, remember to be under everyone's gaze, so that some people can believe it.

Neville, Draco, take your weapons, Cedric take my wand, and go from the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic.

Kim will lead you through it all.

The last sentence, Daphne, remember our agreement. "

This is a plan, which arranges the next thing.

When Daphne finished reading, everyone's eyes focused on her.

Malfoy looked at his hands as Neville stepped out of grief.

Cedric said in a deep voice, "This is John's plan, and it should be done by us."

After his words fell, the round table opened automatically, revealing the arsenal underneath.

They walked in, and all the cabinets inside were opened.

Weapons appeared in front of him one by one, the most conspicuous ones were the four sets of clothes floating in front of him.

They are all sized to match each individual.

When the clothes touch them, they automatically put them on.

Those weapons were also flying towards them.

Malfoy has an extra emerald ring, and he is also equipped with amulets.

Neville saw Marvolo's sword coming straight towards him.

A long box fell in front of Cedric, and when it was opened, John's wand was inside.

Everything was ready, and the three stopped in front of the fireplace.

They looked at the round table, emotions rolled in their eyes, and finally walked into the fireplace.

Everyone is gone, only Daphne and John are left.

Daphne caressed John's thin cheeks, her body was cold and lifeless.

She thought back to the day she found John collapsed.

John made a promise that nothing would happen to him.

She murmured: "If you lied to me, I will never forgive you in my life."

With John, she held a funeral for John under the attention of all the teachers and students.

White candles were lit in the auditorium, and each student held a candle in his hand.

A sad atmosphere filled Hogwarts.

The students who had called John a patron saint.

The students who saw John as a goal to follow.

Those students who fell in love with John.

Without exception, candles are lit and flicker in the starlight.

They went to John and put the white flowers on it.

One after another, John's skinny and ugly body was buried.

Only the face covered with black blood vessels and no temperature remained.

Not only the students, but also the professors stepped forward to lay down flowers.

Perhaps they should be thankful that Trelawney is not here.

Otherwise, Trelawney, who regards John as a descendant, would be sad.

Snape put down the flower, he could finally be sure that he had lost a student.

A very good student.

Stupidity will be with him for the rest of his life.

Self-blame accompanied him to sleep.

When it was third grade's turn to drop the flowers, Pansy's ex-boyfriend saw the lifeless face.

He suppressed the joyful emotion that curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He succeeded.

He was more mature than the other students, and he prepared himself for the future when the students fanatically followed John Wick.

As an underappreciated person, he needs to use some extreme methods to get greater benefits.

When Voldemort wanted to poison John, he saw the road to the sky.

As long as he succeeds, he will get huge benefits in the future.

The greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Although he didn't know why the dignified Dark Lord would poison a student, he still did it.

Because only in this way can a mixed-race orphan like him get more attention.

He didn't think about why John's best friends were not there, there are always some people who are unwilling to accept the great sadness.

He confirmed the death, thinking about how to report to Voldemort.

John's body was covered with a warm color in the candlelight.

All eyes on, the death of John Wick...

Is it really dead?

A voice that no one could hear slowly sounded.

【Ding……】

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