School Hospital, where Snape is back.

As soon as he entered, Madam Pomfrey stopped him.

Ms. Pomfrey wiped away her tears and said, "Can you contact his family?" ”

"It's a very deadly, poison with no antidote."

Snape said in silence, "Can I speak to him?" ”

"Watch the time," Madam Pomfrey nodded, returning to her usual appearance, "The patient needs to rest." ”

Snape walked into the quiet hospital and coughed in his ears.

It's John's.

That face has become hideous.

Black veins took over his cheeks, and each cough was as violent as trying to pull out his lungs.

Snape suddenly didn't know what to say, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

In the past, he had taken the trouble to mention John Wick to Dumbledore again and again.

He felt that the man was too similar to Voldemort.

The same amazing talent, the same handsome, the same around a group of people.

Even Snape was faintly affected.

John is smarter than Downlander, and he single-handedly transforms Slytherin.

Turn the sand into green glass.

As the head of Slytherin, Snape couldn't help but soak himself in.

He brought glory and brought change.

Proud as Malfoy, Greengrass, and the like, they are all vassals.

The more this happened, the more the contradictions in Snape's heart wavered.

He had seen the real side of John, the boy who had once seized Sirius and said the most indifferent words in the calmest of voices.

He had also seen the boy deliberately leave a badge in order to make himself a heart.

But he rejected all of this.

Snape couldn't afford to gamble.

There is no second Dumbledore in the wizarding world, and John has a vague tendency to be a third Dark Lord.

Although time and time again, John proved that he was different from Voldemort.

However, prejudice is like a mountain.

Ironically, when Snape finally crossed the mountain, he saw only a dying Slytherin student.

John noticed Snape's arrival, his eyes filled with a dead gray.

Snape's expression was complicated, and his mouth opened, which finally turned into a simple, ordinary greeting: "Hello, Mr. Wick." ”

"Professor." John was so weak that he was visibly tired of uttering a word.

The two were silent for a while, and Snape said, "The poison on your body is artificial, and perhaps St. Mungo's side may alleviate it." ”

"Huh...... Ahem...... John laughed, only to turn into a cough in an instant, black blood running down the corners of his mouth, he shook his head and said, "Professor, you are a master of potions, with your knowledge, can't you see it?" ”

Lying on the hospital bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to see or fear, and said, "St. Mungo's can't help me, Professor McGonagall is a very good person, and she is destined to be disappointed this time." ”

It is because the more you know, the more you despair about John's condition.

That poison will deplete every organ of the body, and eventually lead to disappointment.

John's poison, even Snape, the Potions Master, was helpless.

Snape couldn't tell the complexity, he thought he would rejoice, because a man who could become three generations of the Dark Lord was about to die.

But all he had was irritability, sorrow, self-blame, and ...... Guilty.

Even the most hated headmaster in Hogwarts history would have praised the student from the bottom of his heart.

How ironic that the best student in Slytherin is dying.

As a Potions Master, there is not the slightest sense of it.

Even if it was just that time in the morning, John might have been saved.

It was only then that he realized that it was not just someone who might become a third-generation Dark Lord.

That's their own students.

should have been his most proud student.

Slytherin's proudest legend.

As the dean, I should have protected him and taught him.

But when you count it, it seems that I have never done those things.

The disgust at the beginning of the school year, and the jealousy and alienation afterwards.

It was he who drove John Wick to such a point step by step.

"I'm sorry."

From the mouth that had always been a small mouth smeared with honey, full of viciousness and yin and yang weirdness, a sentence that had not been said for a long time popped out.

Snape said, "I'm sorry, Wick. ”

"As your dean, I didn't protect you."

Snape's eyes were confused as he didn't know how to face the Wicks, "I'll tell your parents to come and see you one last time." ”

"No," said John, shaking his head, "so be it, the more you keep it, the more you will bring pain to others." ”

Snape was moved, amazed at John's calmness with death.

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

"Wick, you still have time until sunset."

It was one of the few pleasant encounters between Slytherins.

John whispered, "Professor, let the Stars Society deal with me." ”

Snape paused to leave, and he turned to look at John.

John was now defenseless, and if he used the Mind of the Deception, he could easily know everything he was thinking.

But Snape only flickered a thought, and then stopped.

He couldn't do anything like that against the best of Slytherin's best students.

"Yes."

This is the last thing that students can do as a dean.

The doors of the hospital opened, and Professor McGonagall hurried in, bringing with her the attending physician at St. Mungo's Hospital, Hibercrates Smeszeek.

"I've never seen anything like it." When Smesuik saw John, he couldn't help but be shocked by his current situation.

At the same time, the discontent of being taken away from St. Mungo's hospital vanished.

Because when he went up to check, he accidentally touched John's hand.

The hand was withered and withered, like a mummy.

In such a state, let alone going to bumps, even if you don't move carelessly, you will have an accident.

The more he examined, the more solemn his face became, and finally he shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "I'm sorry, he's already at the end of his life." ”

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

She had seen what a high-spirited teenager he was, and even though she knew that she was not professional enough in her treatment, she begged with her might, "Please, look again." ”

"It was a poison that had never been seen before, and it was mixed with dozens of deadly toxins." Smeszek shook his head and pronounced the death sentence, "The period before sunset is his last time. ”

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

She looked at Snape again, who nodded slowly.

The Potions Master said so, and it seemed that at this moment, all good luck did not go to the young man.

Professor McGonagall couldn't take the blow a little too hard, and she walked out of the hospital with heavy steps.

There were fewer people outside, and there was a man sitting in the doorway.

Her white-blonde hair was leaning against the wall, and her tie was ripped haphazardly and hung around her neck.

Malfoy sat there, his eyes on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Daphne leaned against the wall, surrounded by her best friend and sister.

They reassured Daphne that she would be fine.

It was the King of Slytherin, the youngest ever to receive the Order of Merlin.

The hospital door opened, and Malfoy looked up.

A pair of worried eyes cast on, and Professor McGonagall's face turned pale.

But the news had to be told by her.

She's the Headmaster, Dumbledore isn't there, and she has to take it.

She took a deep breath and met the expectant gaze as 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 that Professor McGonagall could not bear.

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

Everyone was silent.

"Impossible!"

Malfoy lost control, and he yelled, "He's not going to die, he's John!" ”

"Death is a man, Malfoy." Snape walked out.

His expression seemed to return to his usual appearance.

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

Daphne went limp, leaning against the wall and being held by Pansy and her sister.

Snape kept his senses and appeared aloof, "Stop barking, Malfoy. ”

"John Wick let Daphne Greengrass in."

Malfoy looked back, and Daphne broke free from her best friend and sister and ran towards the school hospital.

She couldn't hold on to her image and made her way to the room.

She saw John, but he hadn't seen him for a while, and he was barely human.

John's lips moved, as if to speak.

Daphne hurried closer, and she heard the faint sound of mosquitoes.

"Our pact."

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Some people died, but not completely......