Little by little, the sun sets.

Daphne wished the sun had stopped, but she was not a god and could not do anything contrary to common sense.

"I don't want to be here." John said weakly.

Daphne found a wheelchair, and she picked up John with ease.

It's too light.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain it had taken to make John like this.

Daphne walked through the castle in a wheelchair, followed by a large group of students.

Almost everyone couldn't believe that the young man who was so high-spirited a few days ago had become like this in the blink of an eye.

The four members of the Stars Club at the school are here.

Neville Longbottom.

Draco Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory.

Daphne Greengrass.

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

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

Power reigns supreme.

Once a Muggle wizard came to pure-blooded Slytherin and opened the hearts of those unruly teenagers and girls with glory.

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

They are sand, each with the potential to shine, made into glass by a student named John Wick, and hung from a tree called Hogwarts, becoming the most eye-catching.

They are proud because they are Slytherins.

They are treacherous because they are Slytherins.

They are strong because they are Slytherins.

They are glorified because they are Slytherins.

Chasing glory, defending glory, witnessing glory, we ...... It is glory itself.

Everyone watched silently, like a black Great Wall, surrounding the imminent bright star, trying to catch it.

The sun was setting, and the atmosphere of grief was condensed over Hogwarts.

The last rays of sunlight disappeared across the Black Lake.

John felt his eyelids be extremely heavy, the toxins were raging in his body, and he could no longer shed black blood.

He whispered, "It's cold." ”

When Malfoy heard this, he took off his robe and was about to cover John.

But when he lowered his robe, he saw the body that was not breathing.

His heart trembled violently, and he numbly covered John's robe.

Everyone else found out.

Daphne didn't hold back and shed tears.

They were around John, like the stars of the arching guard.

The brightest star.

Fallen.

The sound of bitter crying rang out, like lit grass clippings, spreading out.

Hogwarts reaches the apex of grief.

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

Professor Sprout muttered oh my God.

Professor McGonagall held on to the doorpost.

Snape's eyes flickered for a moment.

The examiners all sighed, and Tofodi blamed himself.

If he had agreed earlier, wouldn't it have been like this?

He felt that he had no face to continue in this position.

He killed that bright star.

He was a sinner.

"Send him back." Professor McGonagall said.

Snape said, "He let the Stars handle his funeral. ”

"It's like ......"

He didn't finish his words, and everyone knew who it was.

The boy who followed John.

The bonds of the Star Society are so beautiful.

But luck never favored them.

It wasn't just the star that fell, but the stars that followed him.

It's embarrassing and regrettable.

Maybe many years later, they will meet some excellent students.

But to achieve the amazement of John Wick is destined to be impossible.

...

The Stars Society brought John's body back.

Malfoy still can't believe that a good John died like this.

"Who is it?"

Like a wolf without its owner, Malfoy roared and roared in search of the poisoner.

Cedric stared at John, he didn't believe that John just died like this and without preparation.

Neville, who was supposed to be the most sensitive of the all, was the calmest.

And they knew that Neville just didn't react for a moment.

Among the others, Neville was the first to come to know John.

From that train, they formed a friendship.

That's incomparably deeper, no worse than any one person.

If John were in Gryffindor, then he, along with John and Hermione, would be the best three people.

Daphne gathered her emotions as she walked over to the round table, where John's place belonged.

It seems that even the Stars Society has discovered the fall of his master, and the dome is extremely dim today.

The scattered starlight converged into an envelope that had been prepared and landed on the round table.

"Daphne, pick it up." Cedric looked at Daphne.

Malfoy also set his sights on Daphne.

Neville nodded.

Daphne opened the letter.

"When this letter is opened, it means that I have no ability to move.

It also means that the last chance is in front of us, and it is a game, a game of life.

So for the rest of my words, I would like to ask all the members of the Stars Society to fulfill it.

Percy and Fleur are in place, and the Fireplace of the Society of the Stars has access to the Ministry of Magic.

Daphne, I need you to finish my funeral for me, under the gaze of all people, remember by all eyes, so that some people can believe it.

Neville, Draco, bring your weapons, and Cedric, bring my wand, and head from the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic.

Kim will lead you through everything.

Last word, Daphne, remember the agreement between us. ”

It's a plan that arranges what happens next.

When Daphne finished reading, all eyes were on her.

Malfoy looked at his hand, and Neville stepped out of his grief.

Cedric said in a deep voice, "This is John's plan, and it should be done by us. ”

As his words fell, the round table opened automatically, revealing the arsenal underneath.

They walked in, and the cupboards inside were all open.

One weapon after another appeared in front of him, and the most conspicuous thing was the four sets of clothes floating in front of him.

They are all sized to match each one.

When the garment touches them, it puts it on automatically.

The weapons were flying towards them, too.

Malfoy had an extra emerald ring and an amulet.

Neville saw the Sword of Marvolo and walked straight over.

Cedric dropped a long box in front of him, and when he opened it, inside was John's wand.

Everything was ready, and the trio stopped in front of the fireplace.

They looked at the round table, their emotions rolling in their eyes, and finally walked into the fireplace.

Everyone was gone, except for Daphne and John.

Daphne caressed John's emaciated cheeks, his body cold and unwarm.

She recalls the day she found John down.

John made a promise that nothing would happen to him.

She murmured, "If you lie to me, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life." ”

With John, she held a funeral for John in front of all the teachers and students.

White candles were lit in the auditorium, and each student held a candle in their hands.

An atmosphere of sadness permeated Hogwarts.

Those who used to call John the protector of God.

The students who saw John as a goal.

Those students who fell in love with John.

Without exception, candles are lit, swaying in the starlight.

They walked up to John and put the white flowers on it.

One by one, they buried John's thin and ugly body.

Only the face covered with black veins and no temperature was left.

Not only the students, but also the professors stepped forward to lay down the flowers.

Perhaps they should be glad that Trelawney wasn't there.

Otherwise, how sad it would be for Trelawney, who regarded John as his heir.

Snape put down the flowers, and he was now finally sure that he had lost a student.

A very good student.

Stupidity will stay with him for the rest of his life.

Blame himself for falling asleep.

When it's the third grade's turn to put down the flowers, Pansy's ex-boyfriend sees the lifeless face.

He forced the excitement that curled up at the corners of his mouth.

He did it.

He was more mature than the other students, and he prepared himself for the future when the students fanatically followed John Wick.

As an undervalued person, he needs to use some extreme methods to get the greater good.

When Voldemort wanted to poison John, he saw the avenue to heaven.

As long as he succeeds, he will reap huge benefits in the future.

The greater the risk, the greater the benefit.

Although he didn't know why the dignified Dark Lord would poison a student, he did so.

Because of a mixed-race orphan like him, only in this way can he be better valued.

He didn't think about why John's best friends weren't there, and there were always people who didn't want to accept the great sadness.

He confirmed the death and wondered how to tell Voldemort.

John's body was covered in a warm layer of color in the candle flame.

All eyes were on, John Wick's death......

Is it really dead?

A voice that no one could hear sounded slowly.

【Ding ......】

...

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