Chapter 755：

So he was wrong.

John Wick doesn’t need a martyr.

Whether it is the king of the wizarding world or a student of Hogwarts.

John Wick is John Wick.

You can add many prefixes to this name.

But in the end, John Wick will be the closing word.

He smiled.

Lonely and relieved.

"I'm really...a confused person."

He touched his own wound, which could not be healed by the sword of Silver Wake, and miraculously recovered.

The blood belonging to the king gave the old man who had stepped down from the throne a new life.

The burden that belonged to Dumbledore was gone.

The old man who had died twice sat up.

The cold moonlight did not make him feel cold.

He looked ahead.

A bud breaks through the soil with difficulty.

The seeds of the rose are reborn.

He hunched his body, walked over carefully, and touched it gently with his fingers.

That movement was like a clumsy gardener.

Nurmengard is drifting aimlessly on this ocean.

The new king named John Wick finally showed mercy to the old man.

It's mercy, but it's also punishment.

He was exiled and abandoned by the entire magical world.

It means that he is no longer the Dumbledore of the wizarding world.

He is just Dumbledore.

He could be Ariana's brother Dumbledore.

"I receive your mercy...King."

Dumbledore, who understood everything, stood up. This place that was devastated by the battle started with that rose.

…

Godric's Hollow.

Grindelwald sat blankly on a chair in the courtyard of Dumbledore's house, looking at the door with blank eyes.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to never see that person coming out of the door again.

Grindelwald was confused.

All this made him overwhelmed.

Maybe I will never receive the letter sent to the tower again.

Why?

Why is everything so strange?

Obviously he is no longer in that tower.

Why is there loneliness?

He doesn't understand.

The smarter the person, the less able he is to let himself get away emotionally.

In his eyes, the house that once belonged to Dumbledore's family seemed to have turned into a man-eating monster.

That is loneliness.

"Loneliness, yes, loneliness."

He laughed, loudly and wildly.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't help himself.

Lonely.

This vicious curse finally came to him.

He laughed at himself and at the world.

He fell off the chair, curled up holding his stomach, and buried his face in the grass.

The bitter taste of green grass crossed the tip of his tongue, giving his tongue a touch of blood.

The laughter blocked by the grass became low and deep.

He was obviously laughing, but he seemed to be crying.

Two months of confusion in Godric's Hollow.

Nurmengard's half-century of mutual complaints.

In my life, there are many reds, but there is only that one red.

It turns out that I am so poor.

All I saw, heard, and touched was the red rose.

The collapsed tower took the rose with it.

In the end, everything was gone.

He was tired of laughing.

Wiping away the dew that I don’t know is cold and frosty is also everything that makes me laughable.

Spitting out the grass in his mouth, a bit of blood became his dinner.

open the door.

Inside are familiar things that have remained motionless for a long time.

Since 1889, there has been no movement here.

All traces are preserved.

The box that once told the story has long been in pieces due to a battle.

Grindelwald sat in the living room.

He didn't care whether the heavy dust would stain his dirty clothes.

There are broken grass on the white hair, and there is no future in the strange-colored eyes.

He sat still.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

He is like a stone statue in a dark house.

He had never wanted to die as much as he did now.

"Is this the punishment you give me, my king?"

The martyrs failed to become sacrifices.

The king punished him, a curse that numbed the heart and made it impossible to breathe.

forever alone.

He wanted to close his eyes.

The swinging doors and windows creaked.

The fiery phoenix fell.

Grindelwald opened his eyes, and the fire pierced his eyelids, forcing him to open them.

The Order of the Phoenix left after Dumbledore's death and waited until the next Dumbledore family member needed help.

But…

Why?

Grindelwald slowly stretched out his hand, and Fox tilted his head to look at him.

The finger was burned by the flames, but he still moved forward as if he didn't see it.

Touched.

Those feathers like flames.

This is real.

It turns out that the king of the magical world is not just lonely.

There are even more cruel punishments.

But…

I enjoy it like a cake.

Grindelwald smiled again, this time, he smiled.

"What a kind and cruel king."

…

How many steps does it take to become a king?

The first step is to destroy the world.

The second step is to recreate.

The third step is to defeat the previous one.

John did it.

So he became king.

A new king has appeared.

The whole world knows it.

The International Union of Wizards will see how powerful John is, and they have no reason to reject this king.

Only a powerful king can protect this fragile magical world.

They announced to the world the arrival of the new king, John Wick.

Damo Alex had a good sleep, and he was full of energy when he woke up.

He found his own apprentice and wanted to do something big.

"Teacher, have you heard about it?"

What did you hear?

Oh, by the way, it should be a new product from the alchemy department next door.

Thinking of this, Damo Alex said calmly: "Do you know what is the most important thing about being a potion master?"

The apprentice was stunned, and then realized that this was a teaching session!

This is one-on-one teaching from the Potions Master, an opportunity you can't get even by spending thousands of galleons!

He hurriedly asked with humility: "What is it?"

"It's the state of mind," Damo Alex said calmly and calmly as Taishan collapsed, "We must keep our minds clear at all times. Even if the sky falls, we must keep the potion." The demeanor a master should have.”

"That's it, thank you teacher for your guidance!" The apprentice understood.