Chapter 330：

"Feel sorry."

From that mouth, which had always been a small mouth smeared with honey and full of viciousness and yin and yang, came out a sentence that had not been spoken for a long time.

Snape said, "Sorry, Wick."

"As your dean, I failed to protect you."

When Snape said this, he looked confused as he didn't know how to face the Wick family. "I will notify your parents and ask them to come and see you for the last time."

"No need," John shook his head and said, "That's it. The more you try to stay, the more it will bring pain to others."

Snape looked moved. He was surprised by John's calmness about death.

Unlike Voldemort, who frantically resisted death, John embraced death.

"Wick, you still have time until sunset."

This is one of the few happy interactions between Slytherins.

John said softly, "Professor, let the Star Club handle me."

Snape paused as he left, and turned to look at John.

Now John is defenseless. If he uses Legilimency, he can easily know all his thoughts.

But Snape just had a thought and stopped.

Facing Slytherin's best student, he couldn't do such a thing.

"Can."

This is what, as a dean, you can ultimately do for your students.

The door to the campus hospital opened, and Professor McGonagall hurriedly came over. She brought with her the chief physician of St. Mungo's Hospital, Hippocrat Smethyk.

"I've never seen anything like this." When Smesek saw John, he couldn't help but be shocked by his current condition.

At the same time, the dissatisfaction of those who were taken away from St. Mungo's Hospital disappeared.

Because when he stepped forward to check, he accidentally touched John's hand.

The hand was withered and shrunken, like a mummy.

In such a state, not to mention going bumpy, even if you move carelessly, something will happen.

The more he checked, the more solemn his expression became. Finally, he shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "Sorry, he has reached the end."

"Oh, no." Professor McGonagall took a step back in disbelief.

She had seen what a high-spirited young man this was. Although she knew that she was not professional enough in treatment, she still begged without knowing her ability: "Please, look at it again."

"It was a poison that had never appeared before, mixed with dozens of deadly toxins." Smethyk shook his head and sentenced him to death. "The period before sunset was his last time."

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and her hand clutched her heart and collar.

She looked at Snape again, and Snape nodded slowly.

The potion master said so. It seemed that at this moment, all good luck was not going to this young man.

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear the blow, so she walked out of the campus hospital with heavy steps.

There were fewer people outside, and there was one person sitting at the door.

The platinum-blond hair was leaning against the wall, and the tie was torn loosely and hung around his neck.

Malfoy sat there, looking at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Daphne leaned against the wall, with her best friend and sister beside her.

They comforted Daphne that she would be fine.

That was the King of Slytherin, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

The door to the school hospital opened and Malfoy looked up.

A pair of worried eyes cast their way over, and Professor McGonagall's face turned pale again.

But this news must be told by her.

She is the vice-principal. Dumbledore is no longer here, so she must take responsibility.

She took a deep breath, facing the expectant eyes, she was going to announce the news, the news that made everyone sad.

"John Wick..."

Malfoy and Daphne looked at her at the same time, the hope and pleading in their eyes made Professor McGonagall even unable to bear it.

She pursed her lips and said with difficulty, "We have time before sunset."

Everyone was silent.

"impossible!"

Malfoy lost control, and he shouted: "He will not die, he is John!"

"All men are mortal, Malfoy." Snape came out.

His expression seemed to be back to normal.

"John won't, he promised me!" Malfoy was extremely excited.

Daphne's body went limp and she leaned against the wall, being supported by Pansy and her sister.

Snape remained rational and looked indifferent, "Stop your barking, Malfoy."

"John Wick lets Daphne Greengrass in."

Malfoy looked back and saw that Daphne broke away from her best friend and sister and ran towards the school hospital.

Unable to maintain her image, she arrived all the way into the room.

She saw John, but after not seeing him for a while, he was almost unrecognizable.

John's lips moved, as if he was speaking.

Daphne hurriedly approached, and she heard the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies.

"our promise."

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Chapter 359 I died surrounded by people

The sun sets little by little.

Daphne hopes that the sun will stop like this, but unfortunately she is not a **** 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 could easily pick up John.

Too light.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain it must have been to turn John like this into this.

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

Almost everyone could not believe that the young man who was so high-spirited just a few days ago turned into this look in the blink of an eye.

The four members of the Qunxing Club on campus are all here.

Neville Longbottom.

Draco Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory.

Daphne Greengrass.

They were standing beside John on the edge of the Black Lake.

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

Strength is supreme.

Once upon a time, a Muggle wizard came to Slytherin, the pure-blood supremacy, and opened the hearts of those rebellious teenagers and girls with glory.

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

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

They are proud because they are Slytherins.

They are treacherous because they are Slytherins.

They are strong because they are Slytherins.

They are honored because they are Slytherins.

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

Everyone watched in silence. They were like the Great Black Wall, surrounding the upcoming bright star, trying to catch it.

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

The last ray of sunlight disappeared on the other side of the black lake.

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

He whispered: "It's so cold."

Upon hearing this, Malfoy took off his robe and was about to cover it with John.

But when he put down his robe, he saw the body without breathing.

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

Everyone else also discovered it.

Daphne couldn't hold it back and shed tears.

They surrounded John like stars guarding him.

The brightest star.

Fallen.

The sound of painful cries spread like ignited grass clippings.

Hogwarts reaches its peak of grief.

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

Professor Sprout muttered, "Oh my God."

Professor McGonagall held onto the doorpost.

Snape's eyes were lifeless for a moment.

The examiners all sighed with regret, and Tofty even blamed himself.

If he had agreed earlier, wouldn't this have happened?

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

He killed the shining star.

He is a sinner.

"Send him back." Professor McGonagall said.

Snape said: "He let the Society of Stars handle his funeral."

"It's just like…"

Before he finished speaking, everyone knew who it was.

The boy who followed John.

The bond of Qunxing Club is so beautiful.

But luck never favors them.

It was not just the star that fell, but also the stars that followed him.