I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

In the end the boss didn't take the money out of the kitchen either.

After all, he is his big client.

Successfully sold three rings and a dazzling gold belt.

In this regard, John sent blessings to the three who were planning to marry early, and to the one who bought the belt, he hoped that his belt would not fall off.

Why does John know?

Because this store is joined by Silver Hand.

"We're all getting ready."

The battle with Dumbledore was fruitful, and John returned to Silverhand Manor.

Compared with Grindelwald, he wants Dumbledore to give him more rewards.

He has already touched the gray bottleneck that cannot be surpassed.

Two black and silver books were floating in the air and turning.

John's eyes sent all the flashing knowledge into his brain.

"A kind of extreme power."

His mind was dual-purpose, thinking.

Dumbledore's wand gave him the answer.

Level 7 magic can easily destroy the wand, but strangely, Dumbledore's wand was not damaged.

Instead, his wand sticks to the end.

That is the result of instilling belief.

is an extreme emotional force.

John, all along, has very little emotional strength.

Yes, very little.

Except for silence, he basically does not use emotional power.

Although he can teach others to use it, he often doesn't use it himself.

Joy and sorrow.

For wizards, every mood can be a scene of miracles.

Dumbledore is love, he yearns for love.

It was a force he called great.

That power surpassed death, stopped the Dark Lord's Killing Curse, and saved young Harry.

Dumbledore's love is in magic, the great Dumbledore, with love, loved many people.

The magic of love made his wand explode with power comparable to that of the Elder Wand.

This is love, a wonderful, magical, mystical energy.

But for John, love...

John rubbed the ring with his fingers, "Love, what a strange and familiar word."

He recalled his past, things about love.

He is helpless. He can't fall in love on his own, right?

Think of your friends.

In his mind, hibiscus appeared.

That kiss on the forehead.

Recalling that feeling, and then...no feeling.

"I only feel warmth, as if there is no love."

John stroked his chin, and when Fleur kissed him, he was not much different except for being stunned.

It feels like your sister kissed you on the cheek when you were a kid.

Then change it?

John replaced Fleur in his mind and Daphne appeared.

As soon as Daphne appeared, John thought of Malfoy hanging upside down.

John: "..." Why did Malfoy run out.

Recall carefully, Daphne is hanging Malfoy, Daphne is going to hang Malfoy, Daphne has already hung Malfoy.

"No, Draco is too annoying."

He rubbed his brows, Malfoy's ability to ridicule has penetrated into his bone marrow, even his own imagination will appear.

"Draco, what do you want me to say about you?" John sighed.

Sure enough, Daphne's sanction against Malfoy was not without reason.

The power above the limit needs the help of emotions.

John needs a strength to mobilize his emotions.

He thought of a place.

...

Department of Mysteries.

Once John was reborn here, walking out of the arch leading to nowhere.

Now back again.

He walked into that rotunda.

The revolving door leads to nowhere.

John stopped before a door and reached out to touch it.

There is a mysterious power in it.

Even a silent person cannot understand and analyze it.

He felt a force of repulsion.

Dumbledore once called it: more amazing and more terrible than death, human wisdom, and natural power.

That is love.

Locked door.

But John has the key.

Scales appeared on John's arm, and the dragon's power slowly closed his fingers.

The handle of the door was trembling, and John inserted the key with the other hand.

"Clap."

With a slight twist, the door lock opened.

John grabbed the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.

If this power is really that powerful.

Then it should be incomparably grand.

Just like John's battle with Dumbledore, beyond the wizard's power.

The door opens slowly.

With everything in it coming 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 simple mirror.

A chair is in front of the mirror.

He walked over and looked in the mirror.

No.

nobody.

nor himself.

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 the chair.

He saw a figure slowly appearing in the mirror.

First, one hand is placed on one's shoulder, and the arm appears upward.

A man appears.

Watson Wick.

Next to my father, Mrs. Wick also appeared.

Then there were people, my uncles.

Then more people appeared.

There are so many that this mirror can't fit in.

"Is it the same function as the Mirror of Erised?" John wondered.

"No, you should pay attention to the content, not the appearance." A person in the mirror spoke.

John looked over, and the man pushed his way through the crowd to the mirror.

He holds an oak staff in his hand and has a beard, just like Dumbledore.

He smiled and said, "Didn't you notice that you have already been 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 that you would 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 a few times, and finally shook his head, pointing to John's heart, "This is the real thing, kid."

"You're filled up here, and you set up problems for yourself." Merlin whispered, "Stop digging into a dead end."

John couldn't help but laugh, "It's a good way to say it."

Level 8 like the wind.

Level 8 above the limit.

Focusing there is not the end of a dead end.

John looked up at the many people in the mirror, and muttered to himself: "There are so many people, it's quite troublesome to love."

"But magic is a miracle." He stood up.

Was filled without release.

John closed his eyes.

The surge of emotion because of the person in the mirror made his magic power restless and filled.

With a crisp sound.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Merlin in the mirror applauded, and a figure disappeared.

[Ding, magic power upgraded successfully, current magic power: level 8]

Not just love, others are also great.

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