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Legendary Auror.

Not everyone can have this title.

Regardless of position, it represents the highest honor of an Auror.

The last legendary Auror, the dark wizard who was sent to half of Azkaban in his life.

Harry is known as the strongest in history, and the criminals he captures have surpassed those of the previous generation.

This is just the amount of work he has done in the past ten years.

With the birth of the Magical Realm, the Aurors and Strikers were separated.

The power of Auror management has been increased, and Auror training classes have been established to provide early training for students who aspire to be Aurors in the future.

Stepping into this ancient manor, Harry's eyes held an emotion that had been hard to calm down for a long time.

As he passed, the flowers turned away, like a group of curious elves, watching this legendary Auror.

"This is Silverhand Manor?" Harry thought.

In the era before the Witch King came out, Harry was still in school, and his classmate had become a powerful wizard who was stirring up trouble.

At that time, John was called the second king.

The second king was given the title of king, and a huge interest group covering several countries was established.

This manor is the second king's manor.

Whenever the bell rings, dignitaries and powerful wizards gather here.

Harry was not qualified to enter here at that time, not even Silverhand Manor, but only learned about it after becoming an Auror.

He had a complicated expression, he was also a Hogwarts student.

Those mediocre students were envious of the legendary Auror named Harry Potter.

But they won't be disrespectful to John Wick.

Because that's John Wick, and losing to him isn't a shame, it's an honor.

Slytherin was different because of him.

Push that door open.

Harry stepped into the empty manor.

The echo of footsteps echoed.

"Nice cloak."

Harry looked up and saw John looking at him with a smile at the handrail on the second floor.

He tugged on his red cloak, and the lion image painted on it came to life.

"Five years ago, I was awarded an award by the Auror Headquarters for fighting against illegal magical animal selling gangs in Bulgaria."

Harry looked around the building, staring at the collapsed gap in the roof for a moment, and then he said, "This is my first time coming in."

"That really made me shine."

John walked to the first floor and he snapped his fingers.

The legs of the table and chair came swinging.

He invited Harry to sit down.

The teapot whirred, the hot boiling water emitted white smoke in the teapot, and the tea leaves fell, and soon it turned into tea.

Harry looked at John's face and said with emotion: "You have never changed."

"You've changed a lot," John said.

The black tea fell into the teacup, and the teacup was carefully moved in front of Harry.

"As you grow up, you also become more mature and stable." John joked, "You used to go out a lot during curfew."

When the embarrassing incident in his youth was mentioned, Harry rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "It would be better if you didn't give Filch the shoes later."

"That would be fun." John raised his eyebrows with a nasty smile.

Harry was speechless. Now Filch had become a nightmare for students, and this man had at least 90% of the credit.

It was not without business that he came over and took a sip of tea.

Mmm, so hot!

His tongue was slightly numb, and Harry resisted the urge to spit it out, watching John drink it without changing his expression.

"I didn't tell Hermione," he said.

John paused, raised his eyes slightly, bypassed the topic, and said, "You are not here to catch up with me."

"Indeed," Harry did not continue the topic. He thought for a moment and said, "This vision is not over."

"Oh?" John raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "The intersection of the celestial sphere has been resolved, and the dark elves have also been eliminated. What else can happen?"

"Someone came with the vision," Harry's eyes darkened, and his voice was solemn, "a woman."

"So..." John looked solemn and asked, "You like her?"

Harry: "..." Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Taking a deep breath, Harry didn't know why, but he felt that John seemed to have changed a little after not seeing him for a while.

"That woman is very special." He did not pick up John's topic, but looked serious, "Maybe she will be the biggest enemy of the wizarding world."

a woman?

Become the wizarding world's greatest enemy?

John touched his chin, and after making sure that Harry didn't like it, he expressed doubts.

Harry said: "She is immune to magic."

"Immune to magic?" John paused and looked at Harry again.

Harry nodded heavily, "I tried to use magic on it, but it didn't work."

“As I investigated, I fell into a world that was different from what we have here.”

"Wizards don't use wands, their magic is ancient magic."

"That woman was probably from there," Harry recalled of the world he'd arrived in.

The place was like medieval Europe, but different.

It's just that Harry didn't have too much contact, and he was teleported back.

The news Harry brought was definitely a shock to the wizarding world.

There had never been a woman immune to magic in this world.

Harry came to tell John, hoping that the matter could be resolved.

The enemy is unknown, the opponent is immune to magic, and the wizard cannot act rashly.

Harry also brought news about vampires.

It's not normal for vampires to be slaughtered.

Even more unusual is that the vampire was not killed by Silver.

Harry's many years of experience in handling cases guessed that it might have been the woman.

This shows that women are not only immune to magic, but also have good fighting ability.

Completely the natural enemy of wizards.

"By the way, that woman is looking for someone," Harry remembered the woman's words to herself when she appeared, "It seems her name is... Yadani."

Yadani?

John was stunned.

This name is too familiar to him.

In other words, no one is more familiar with this name than him.

Because, this is his name.

It comes from the name given to him by his grandfather, Yadani.

Combined with the world Harry said he dropped while investigating, he had a bad feeling.

He used this name in one place.

That place has witchers and magic.

Elves and various fantasy creatures.

John was a little confused, thinking about it in his mind.

When did I offend someone there and not hesitate to come from another world to seek revenge on myself?

"That's not right. I usually don't have any enemies. If I have any, I'll take revenge on the spot." John couldn't figure it out after thinking about it.

There he participated in the ten major trials, and each one was eradicated.

No one will come here to seek revenge on me.

Is it the same name?

It doesn't seem impossible.

Harry left, and his legendary Auror was busy.

Vampires died in large numbers, and people from the Vampire Council approached the Ministry of Magic.

...

Near the London Underground, Blade took off his gear and placed it on the table.

There was a wound on his body that almost penetrated his heart.

Although he is a half-vampire, he will die even if his heart is pierced by a blade.

He looked at the woman standing there looking curiously.

This crazy woman destroyed the vampire territory by herself, just to find someone.

Even Blade, a senior vampire hunter, was wary of the other party's crazy thoughts.

"What's your name."

It can be said that the two did not know each other without fighting, and the blade was disinfected with alcohol.

The pain from the wound made him groan.

The woman withdrew her scrutinizing gaze. Her sword had been sheathed, but there was still a lot of blood on her body, making her face look like a tabby cat.

"Furi." The woman said her name.

Blade found that by Furui's side, his blood-sucking desire as a half-vampire was somewhat suppressed.

This was also the reason why he wanted to keep Furui.

Furui's body is isolated from magic, but she is also a mortal body.

Her superb swordsmanship and combat skills give Furui a huge advantage when killing magical creatures.

The blade, which was also a fighting master, could only barely suppress Furui.

Throwing a towel to Furui, Blade said: "Wash your face, the bathroom is over there, I know where it is, Witcher."

Furui caught the towel without moving, and Blade had no choice but to continue: "In another country, I encountered them when I was hunting vampires. They were a group of ancient beings."

"Perhaps the Yadani you are looking for is there." Blade was not very sure, "But this is only a possibility. I am not sure if there are more demon hunters in this world."

"Yadani." Furui squeezed the towel tightly and walked towards the room pointed by the blade.

Daofeng was originally treating the wound, but when he heard the sound of smashing coming from the bathroom, he had no choice but to put down his work and walk over.

Furui was very angry, "There is no stream at all!"

Dao Feng was silent and walked over to turn on the faucet.

Water flowed out from inside, and at that moment, Furui really looked like a little girl.

Stare at the faucet in complete wonderment.

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