Chapter 623：

"In your academy, John Wick appears!"

John's voice echoed in the secret room.

That is the heroic step into the magical world.

That is the pride of the second king.

That’s Slytherin’s ambition!

Until finally, the voice became quiet.

John had a look of relief on his face, and he was ready to leave.

Stepping out of the statue, John walked along the dark passage.

"John...Wick."

John's footsteps paused and he took a deep breath.

A rumbling sound sounded, with helplessness on his face.

"I overlooked a big point."

Turning around slowly, John looked behind him.

The mouth of the statue that entered earlier was opening and closing.

John said: "I didn't look carefully at this secret room."

Statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Yes, how could a great wizard who explores magic take an ordinary path?

Slytherin is no longer here.

Rather...

He is always there.

That statue is where his consciousness is stored.

Gryffindor's big wooden sword, Ravenclaw's paintings, Hufflepuff's recipes.

Each of them has a place where consciousness is stored.

Salazar Slytherin let his consciousness fall on this statue.

At this time, the statue's mouth opened and closed and said: "I have been watching you."

"Okay," John shrugged and said, "Great Salazar Slytherin, you can't just come out because of my words, can you?"

If so, you are too cautious.

John complained secretly.

Salazar Slytherin said solemnly: "I have watched you grow, and you are very much like me."

"The same pursuit of magic, the same dedication to family and friends."

"I witnessed you studying in ignorance, and saw how you encountered difficulties and found solutions."

"See how you create magic, touch the taboo."

"You have studied magic countless times and put down another secret room in the secret room."

"I've been paying attention to you. You are the most different person I have ever met."

Salazar Slytherin said: "Our four founders each put their own thoughts on the Sorting Hat, so it is the most impartial and the one who best understands our thoughts."

"You're looking for an answer, an answer about you."

John nodded and said, "Yes, I want to know."

Many people have said that answer.

The statue of Salazar Slytherin said: "You are the best Slytherin. You are right, and I feel your ambition."

"You will not be proud of Slytherin, but Slytherin will be proud of you."

When he said this, John could feel Slytherin's awkwardness.

After all, he is a very proud person. It must be very difficult for such a person to say this.

Salazar Slytherin took a deep breath and said seriously: "John Wick, you are Slytherin."

This is the answer.

John smiled.

Many people have said it before, but when this question came out of Slytherin's mouth, it was more like an endorsement.

Recognize his talent, recognize his ambition, recognize his pride.

"I would like to ask, you haven't come out all these years, are you worrying about my origin?" John stared at Salazar Slytherin with great suspicion.

I have come down eighty times if not a hundred times. Other founders come out once, but you never come out once?

"Ahem," Salazar Slytherin was a little embarrassed, "I'm just observing whether you are qualified to meet me."

John has reason to suspect that he is arrogant.

I want to admit that I am the heir, but I am embarrassed to admit that a Muggle-born is the orthodox person.

After all, Slytherin left immediately after a quarrel with Gryffindor.

They are friends, there is no reason to treat each other as life and death enemies and never interact with each other.

Salazar Slytherin built the Chamber of Secrets more like he was out of anger.

But no matter what, John smiled and bowed gracefully.

"Great Slytherin, I accept your approval."

"Wait here until the name of John Wick reaches your ears again."

John looked up, his eyes filled with all-consuming ambition.

No matter how old a tsundere you are, Salazar Slytherin must admit that this is his perfect heir.

The huge statue lowered its head slightly and said with approval: "I will be proud of you, King of Slytherin."

John left, taking Slytherin's acknowledgment with him.

He will step into the magical world and become the king outside this ivory tower.

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Chapter 639 The idea of ​​staying in school, leaving school

Dinner.

The kitchen was busy making sounds.

Hufflepuff walked out of the kitchen door. The greedy little badger had already swallowed his saliva at the various potato recipes.

The two biggest benefits of Hufflepuffs are that they are the first to know what to eat, and they are also the ones who can have late-night snacks.

This makes them unwilling to change with Gryffindor Tower.

A greedy student secretly took one and put it in his pocket.

They walked along the corridor to the Great Hall, where the students of Hogwarts gathered.

The students in each house talked about their vacation arrangements without any worries, and the seventh-grade students discussed where they would go in the future.

There are also people who are reluctant to say goodbye.

There are also people seeking death who are trying like crazy.

After Malfoy was hung up again, John couldn't help but shook his head.

"Draco, you need to calm down."

If you enter the magical society, this temper is not good.

But Malfoy, who had used the Golden Bell to fall to the ground, said arrogantly: "Restrain? It's only right to tell them not to mess with me without their eyes!"

Just kidding, the eldest son of the Malfoy family, the first ancient clan in the ancient alliance.

In a place like Hogwarts where there are still rules, you need to be more restrained. But outside of society, wouldn’t you just bully others?

When John thought about it, it seemed that Malfoy was right.

It doesn’t matter if the status gap is not reflected in school. In society, it is really about status and status.

Rarely, John agreed with Malfoy's statement.

Slughorn tapped his cup.

He stood up and announced to all the students: "Eat!"

He likes this kind of simple and direct speech more and more.

This was John's last meal at Hogwarts. He cut into a roast chicken and sliced ​​off the meat.

The table knife can be played with in his hands, flying up and down on the fingertips flexibly, without even leaving a mark on the bones.

This set of actions stunned Malfoy.

"Why are you, a wizard, so handy with these things?" Malfoy didn't understand.

But the two big men shuddered. Once, John nailed the little wizard's hand to the table with a fork.

While eating the chicken slowly, John glanced at the decorative colors of the auditorium.

Silver and green, just like the day he stepped into school.

He defended Slytherin's glory for seven years, and this glory was engraved with John Wick's name.

This meal was not eaten quickly, and the seventh-grade students seemed to be recalling their experiences over the years.

Maybe they were not the best group of people, but what they experienced was definitely the most thrilling seven years in the history of Hogwarts.

Malfoy is going to the Quidditch Professional Tournament.

Neville is heading to the Albanian forest.

Daphne is ready to take over the family business.

Each partner has his own belonging.

They talked, laughed, and thought about the future without restraint.

After entering society, you may not be able to do what you want, or you may be suppressed.

These seven years were the motivation for them to sleep in countless dark nights and wake up the next morning.

The meal ends before half past eight.

It’s like their seven years have finally come to an end.

John held the half-drinked ice lemon juice in his hand and looked up at the staff table.

Snape and him looked at each other across the table.

John raised his glass silently, and Snape also raised his glass.

What John once longed for is now gone.

What he once longed for is now in the past.

The toast between the two seemed to reciprocate the few feelings of affection they had shared in the past seven years.

Snape was not a good dean, at least for John, he was not a good leader.

He should have been ambitious, bound to Hogwarts by love.

He is not a good teacher either. His teaching skills can only be verified by geniuses.

But sometimes, he would also help John speak.

When doubts arose, he would Slytherin to excuse him.

"He is suitable for conducting experiments alone, not suitable for being imprisoned in an ivory tower."