I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

A large number of reporters poured into the Ministry of Magic, and the constantly flashing lights reflected on the old Batty's face.

"Minister Crouch, is the result of this parliamentary meeting as you expected?"

"A senior official's family received a warning from Malfoy's family. Does it mean that this is someone's interference with the Ministry of Magic?"

"In view of the personnel changes caused by the last education reform, will this parliament be different?"

Reporters flocked to the event, and they were scrambling to interview the highlight of this event.

Everyone knows that old Batty kept holding plenary meetings for the equalization of werewolves, but failed every time.

The parliamentary time this time was much shorter than before, which made news-sensitive reporters feel something was wrong.

They all hope that Batty Sr. can give a positive response.

Old Batty stopped in his tracks, facing the reporter's flashing lights, his gray temples were particularly eye-catching at the moment.

With a solemn face, the reporter couldn't help but shut up just by standing there.

"Pierce, bring that thing here."

Old Batty spoke to Pierce behind him.

Pierce nodded, but couldn't hide his excitement.

He treasured the document signed by all fifty officials.

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

They stared, as if they were about to turn into an abyss.

Old Batty took the file and opened it. He cleared his throat and looked up to 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 Barty Sr. read slowly: "Human beings."

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

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

"Effective immediately."

Old Batty's words fell, and needles could be heard in the lively hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Ministry employees, journalists, wizards on errands...

They widened their eyes, receiving this subversive information.

Among the crowd, old Jack's children Sophie and Chudai were shaking.

"See, grandpa."

Sophie's eye circles were red, and he muttered to himself, "We... are humans now."

Chu Dai wanted to comfort his younger brother, but his hand was shaking, and he placed it gently on Sophie's shoulder.

They have waited too long for this day.

How many years of discrimination can be exchanged for this day?

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

It is impossible for them to die.

At this moment, no werewolf could be calm.

Sophie just wanted to go back, to Silver Cross, and tell old Jack.

They did it.

Being able to let children go out without fear of being caught, and being able to leave Knockturn Alley to work without being treated as a monster.

They're going back, go back and tell old Jack.

Their king led the werewolves to the light.

...

Silver Cross Hospital.

Since Old Jack was kidnapped, his body has been getting worse day by day.

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

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

As a young man he was a wizard in a Muggle family.

At that time, he had a childhood sweetheart girl, a family that was not rich but could fill his stomach.

Before he was 11 years old, he was bitten.

He becomes a werewolf, disqualified from going to Hogwarts.

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

He chose to escape, running all the way from that village, across mountains and streams, to a place where there was no one.

His departure caused his mother to die in depression, and his father drank alcohol all day long and drowned in a stream one day.

The girl couldn't find the boy. In a war, she died under the ravages of soldiers.

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

The death-filled home made old Jack beat his heart and lungs to the ground. He then left all this, met Fenrir Greyback, and lived in the werewolf community like hell.

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

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

He went looking for someone worse than the Wolf, and he thought it could be as bad as Greyback.

But he was wrong, what he found was a villain, but he was even more a king to be followed.

The protection of the silver hand kept the werewolf safe, and the raised flag was sorted out by Old Jack himself every day.

The werewolf community was established, the treatment in Knockturn Alley was improved, and the werewolf school was under construction.

For the first time he saw hope in the werewolf.

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

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

At the last moment of his deathbed, old Jack was confessing.

He confessed his greed, his eyes were clearly blurred, but he felt that his children seemed to be there.

"If there is a God, please forgive me. I greedily pray that my children can become real wizards."

"If there is a God, please blame me, put all the blame on me, and let me spend 1000 years in hell."

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

"My king, my king—"

Old Jack closed his eyes, his ears were deaf.

His eyes were left in darkness.

In a daze, he heard cheers.

He heard Tylo crying.

Someone is calling his name.

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

Twilight Wolf is over.

...

"grandfather!"

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

They wanted to tell old Jack the good news.

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

Sophie's physical fitness was better than that of the first wearer, so he ran into that ward.

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

His smile froze at the sight of the lying old man.

The smile gradually disappeared, leaving only a roar in his head.

He heard Tylo crying out of breath, and heard the therapist whispering in his ear.

Sophie's body seemed to be drained of strength.

The supposedly high-spirited Deputy Director of the Werewolf Affairs Office burst into tears.

Came here for the first time.

He is the eldest child of Old Jack, seeing this scene, he was silent.

"You go out first."

After saying something to the therapist, Chu Dai walked into the ward.

Old Jack was aging very quickly during this time, his hair was already white, and his body was like dead wood.

Chu Dai knelt by the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Old Jack's hand, and said softly with tears in his eyes, "We succeeded, your wish came true."

"Werewolves are no longer magical creatures, we can walk in this country openly."

Old Jack's hand gradually lost its temperature.

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

Chu Dai murmured: "Great, you heard that."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and wept together with his younger siblings.

These are tears of joy, tears of sadness, and tears of relief when a wish is fulfilled.

The Dusk Wolf is dead, and his children, who continue to succeed him, will follow the king's footsteps unswervingly.

...

Old Jack died.

The news reached John almost along with the equalization of werewolves.

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

"Old Jack."

He recalled his first meeting with Old Jack in his mind.

The old man with the scar on his face anxiously asked for protection from the werewolf community.

During the period when Voldemort reappeared, the werewolf community had not accepted recruitment from the Order of the Phoenix, and would not agree to Voldemort's solicitation.

Old Jack always stood by John's side, and he silently supported him.

The passing of an old man made John more sad.

"I hope that when you leave, you hear this news. What you have worked hard, I will give you."

John got up and walked out of the Star Society, looking up at the sky.

Humid air, dark clouds gathered in the dark sky, John murmured: "It's really a weather that doesn't understand the atmosphere."

He drew his wand and whispered, "The werewolf is free, and so are you, old Jack."

A white light shot out from Hogwarts, tearing apart the dark clouds that were about to take shape.

The students of Hogwarts looked up one after another. They saw the blow that changed the world.

The king is mourning.

...