Chapter 689：

Tang Mi hesitated. Compared with his dead friend, he didn't want anything to happen to John.

It's just like being in that place where someone needed to be sacrificed.

He is a leader and a respected friend.

John chuckled and shook his head, "You are not carried away by missing you. The price is not that big for me."

After he finished speaking, Tang Mi also nodded.

Tang Mi told Oz about meeting Lippi, and Oz was equally excited.

As three friends, it would be great if they could meet again.

This is the expectation Tang Mi saw on Oz’s face.

Wait until noon.

When John was wondering which bread to eat, Oz Hilde, the current director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Tang Mi entered together.

"Sir Wick." Oz said respectfully while suppressing his excitement.

Oz is not Tang Mi. When it comes to relationships, in John's eyes, she is just Tang Mi's girlfriend.

There is a difference between closeness and distance.

This is what Oz has learned at the Ministry of Magic over the years.

If it weren't for Tang Mi's sake, Oz wouldn't be able to make such a rude request.

John looked at Oz, the former Hogwarts professor who is now the director of the most important department of the Ministry of Magic.

If Percy abdicates, Oz is eligible to compete for that position.

"Hilde." John nodded, looked at Tang Mi and said, "Are you ready? It won't take long this time."

"We are ready, sir."

Tang Mi held Oz's hand, and the two looked at each other and nodded.

"Then as you wish."

John raised his hand and held the locket on his chest with his other hand.

A wave of fluctuation spreads out.

The two of them felt like something was brushing against their bodies, like a line of sight or a gust of wind.

Nothing changes around.

John put his hands down, stood up and walked outside.

"You have five minutes."

The door is closed.

The two looked back. Lippi leaned against the wall and raised his hand to say hello.

"Tangmi, Oz."

…

John didn't listen to what they were saying.

He glanced at the locket and murmured to himself: "It's just a pity after all."

Just like the Mirror of Erised, you can see what you desire.

This magic can evoke obsessions and regrets in the heart.

This obsession can be said to be a ghost, but it is not correct.

If the soul could be brought up so easily, John wouldn't have to go to great lengths to plot against Death in the first place.

"It just makes my heart feel better, but there are many people who flock to this ability."

In John's opinion, that is a way to deceive himself and others.

Riddle flew over, and John stretched out his hand as a foothold.

Taking down the letter that Riddle brought, John looked at Riddle and asked, "Were you attacked?"

Riddle nodded, they were just some blind two-legged beasts.

John ruffled its feathers, let go and let Riddle leave.

He opened the envelope, his expression gradually changed from dull to solemn.

"Sure enough, one cannot underestimate the Muggle world."

In just a few months, Muggles had already figured out some of wizards' weaknesses.

​For example, a magic wand.

The loss of a wand makes a wizard vulnerable.

The other party imprisoned a wizard and even obtained a lot of useful information from Poland.

"Grindelwald, you have uncovered the wizard's vulnerability." John lit the letter.

The flames reflected on the young face, and John's pupils flashed with flames. "Muggles are learning about wizards. What I can do now is either to directly destroy that group of people, or... try to contact them."

His expression was uncertain.

Faced with the coming threat, John's resolute actions can destroy those people.

But the consequence is that the wizard's malice is magnified in front of the Muggles.

This will do no good, and will leave disaster behind.

Forgetting Curse?

There is no shortage of smart people in the Muggle world, let alone people who can spot clues.

Snape didn't know how many people knew about wizards. Unless everyone in Britain had forgotten it, it was not safe.

John felt a little headache.

The mess Grindelwald left for himself, but he himself got away with it without any psychological burden.

Snape would contact those responsible for the stolen weapons and understand what they were thinking.

Such a dangerous mission.

Selfless dedication?

No.

That’s just the obsession to fill up the regrets.

John took out the resurrection stone.

"You want to use this power to rule the world, but you don't know that the human heart is the most impenetrable prison."

A Slytherin with deep obsession.

After hearing the news, he did not hesitate to step into the abyss from which he might not be able to come back.

What he loves is the girl in his memory.

What he is obsessed with is that the mistakes he made cannot be undone.

He wanted to meet again, even if it was like cutting a scar again, and the **** wound would make him more painful.

"Just drink poison to quench your thirst."

John put the resurrection stone back, and at this time, the door opened.

Oz was nestled in Tang Mi's arms. The strong woman's eyes were red and swollen.

Seeing friends again makes women sentimental.

Tang Mi patted Oz on the shoulder and said sincerely to John: "Thank you, sir."

John shook his head, "It's just obsession and regret after all."

Tang Mi couldn't understand the master's calm mood after casting such a great magic.

​Perhaps this is the difference between myself and the second king.

Only John himself knows the illusion of obsession and regret.

That's not a very good magic trick.

On the contrary, when obsessions and regrets are stirred up, it will be like drinking poison to quench thirst, and you will be unable to stop recalling them in your mind.

Pain accompanies.

In his opinion, that can be regarded as a vicious curse.

It doesn't hurt the body like the Unforgivable Curse, but it can destroy the soul.

…

The rose fields in Nurmengard.

As the hands beat, the hands reached twelve o'clock at midnight.

The new year has arrived.

Grindelwald whispered: "Where is your limit, John Wick."

And all the wizards who were originally here left.

They all bear the mission of baptizing the world with the holy fire, and with crazy ideals, they are heading towards the road of death from which there is no return.

And all of this was Grindelwald's gift to the white-haired boy in Godric's Hollow.

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Chapter 703 The beginning of the year, Auror Harry

January 1st.

The new year has arrived.

Hogwarts has also started school.

Harry got up early, combed his hair like an adult, and put on a handsome suit.

He looked at his raised hair in front of the mirror, dipped his hand in water and pressed it down.

The piece of hair was pressed down, but it popped out again not long after.

Walking downstairs, he smelled a burning smell.

Following the smell, he came to the kitchen.

Kreacher was mumbling something, as if he wanted to get this man to leave his kitchen.

Blake's noble son is now a middle-aged uncle.

Wearing a proper brown velvet striped suit, with an apron on top.

Sirius Black tried to make an edible breakfast on his own, but unfortunately overestimated his skills.

No matter how many times Harry got up and saw his godfather, it always felt like he was dreaming.

"Sirius, let me help you."

Harry is not a pure-blooded young master like Sirius who spent the first half of his life living outside the world. He also has a lot of things in the Dursley family that he needs to do on his own.

The anxious Sirius poured out the burnt smoked meat and said, "I thought it was quite simple."

"Yes, it's not too difficult as long as you study." Harry took the spoon.

Fried eggs with bacon, a glass of balanced milk, some raw salad and bread.

The breakfast for the father and son is ready.

Sitting at the dining table. When this was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, this long table could always be filled.

Now only the father and son are left, each sitting in a seat enjoying breakfast.

Sirius finished eating first, rubbed his hands and looked at his godson.