It was a pure white space.

Dumbledore stood there stunned.

Soon, he figured out where he was.

A place where life and death wander.

Dumbledore seemed relieved, looking at the familiar place.

Going round and round in the world, he returned to square one.

It was his former home, and at the same time the place he could never forget.

Godric's Hollow.

All the important things in Dumbledore's life are inseparable from here.

Two months when I was young.

The death of my sister.

Harry's parents were also killed here.

"Maybe I can sit down and take a break."

He sat down on a bench, and the old man was like a traveler who had been traveling for a long time, finally returning to his hometown.

He looked in front of him, and as the greatest wizard, his wisdom was equally great.

Thoughts go back to when I was younger.

There's the post office, there's the tavern, there's that chapel.

The streams of Godric's Hollow, with the scent of green grass and moisture.

It was also at that time that I met them.

"They?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

A scenario comes to mind.

It was at the home of the famous historian of magic, Bathilda Basshat.

There were two people standing next to the wooden door frame.

One is Gellert Grindelwald, who is the grandnephew of Bathilda Basshat.

Another...... The other is......

Dumbledore seemed to have fallen under a strong amnesia spell, and he couldn't remember who the other person was.

But as a great wizard, he always had a special way of finding memories.

Meditation basin at school, here......

"This is it."

He looked at his neighbor's house, which was Bathilda Basshat's house, and was also a neighbor of the Dumbledel family.

This world is made up of the most impressive fragments of Dumbledore.

Therefore, even if Dumbledore himself doesn't remember, he will still dig it out subconsciously, and this place will definitely appear.

He walked in.

Walk into what appears to be a living room.

It was supposed to be dim, but because of the specificity of the world, it turned pure white with light.

There is a bow-shaped chest of drawers in the room with a lot of pictures on it.

There are seven or eight photographs, which are placed in the tallest, most ornate frames.

Dumbledore approached and picked up a picture frame.

There was a radiant blonde boy smiling lazily at Dumbledore in a silver frame.

This teenager made his mind seem to go back to that summer.

He continued to pick up the next one, and on this one, there was one more person next to the blonde boy.

The person next to him has red hair and bright blue eyes.

They were side by side, both with smiles on their faces.

It was Dumbledore, young Dumbledore.

A picture looks like it's either a blonde boy or a young Dumbledore.

By the last one, Dumbledore had taken it down.

This one is placed in the highest position, and it shows a blonde boy and red hair.

But in the back, a touch of snow white appears in the frame.

It seemed like a child who didn't want to be photographed.

Instead of two people, there are three people in the frame.

The blonde boy moved his shoulders, as if deliberately trying to show the man behind him.

As his shoulders moved, Dumbledore stared closely.

The picture frame in his hand began to disappear, and Dumbledore was stunned.

Immediately afterward, his surroundings vanished.

Thinking of a possibility, Dumbledore reached out and touched it

Touch the frame, and those things are starting to disappear.

The white light before his eyes was brilliant and covered the whole world.

The white light disappears.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It was a room, and the purple draperies came into view.

Madam Pomfrey's voice of surprise rang out.

"You're awake, Albus."

Madam Pomfrey's heart was finally relieved, and she said with a rare resentment, "I thought Potter's potion didn't work."

Dumbledore raised his right hand to support his aching forehead, his right hand had faded black, but the last two fingers were still a little remaining.

He looked at his fingers in a daze, and his heart was extremely complicated.

He understood what Harry had done, even if it was something he didn't want to do.

Miss Pomfrey was still babbling.

"You've slept too long, Albus," said Miss Pomfrey, "Hogwarts ended the term early."

"Sleep well," Dumbledore said, stretching, "makes me feel a lot younger as an old man."

Ms. Pomfrey was interrupted by him like this, and she didn't give a good face.

She left to inform the others of the good news.

After Lady Pomfrey left, Dumbledore said with a complicated expression, "Is that so?"

The third person in that frame.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore sighed wistfully.

"Memories fade over time, and it doesn't matter what happened or didn't happen."

...

The aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts is far from over.

John sat in the Silver Hand Johnny store, reading a newspaper with a frightening headline.

Johnny Silverhand is a butcher! 》

Seeing the headline, John silently put the newspaper down.

Glancing up at Heinrich, who was being annoyed by Kim, John was thinking about whether to let Kim stop for a while.

"What should we do?"

Tang Michi asked, "Are you really ......?"

"Indeed." John didn't deny it, nodding and saying, "It's no secret."

Even if John admits it, Tang Mi still has some difficulty accepting it.

The boss of his own house actually ran to Neon to destroy a magic school.

The International Wizard newspaper complained about Johnny Silverhand's atrocities, calling him a butcher.

The Silver Hand series was also met with an international boycott, with more than 100,000 people demanding Johnny's arrest.

And such a report is like the hero who killed Voldemort, the real savior John Wick.

On one side is infinite invective, and on the other side is countless praises.

The two extreme beings turned out to be the same person.

"The Ministry of Magic is going to award me the Merlin Order of Merlin 1st Class in recognition of my contributions."

"The International Confederation of Wizards wants to rank Johnny Silverhand as one of the top 10 dark wizards in the world."

John chuckled and said nonchalantly, "These people are funny, aren't they?"

Tang Mi smiled bitterly, what's so interesting about this.

The top ten dark wizards in the world are all Grindelwald and Voldemort on the list.

It can be said that there is nothing wrong with entering the inside and being called the Dark Lord.

Kill the Dark Lord and become the Dark Lord yourself?

The dragon slayer brave will eventually become an evil dragon?

"Is it really good not to respond?" Tang Mi sighed and said, "Regarding the equalization of werewolves, it is also hindered."

"Those purebloods, bitten to death, will be our enemies."

"It's all right," John said casually, tossing the newspaper aside, "in the face of absolute power, it's all in vain."

"I'm waiting for a chance, a chance to crush them once and for all."

John pressed his fingers to his chin and chuckled, "Just give them time to jump."

"Opportunity?" Tang Dynasty

Puzzled, "What chance?"

"This opportunity."

John put his finger on the newspaper.

Tang Mi looked.

John Wick, who killed the Dark Lord, was honored at 8 p.m.

Standing up, John walked to the closet.

"I should have picked a nice dress," he smiled inexplicably, "after all, there's a very nice show, isn't it?"

Tang Mi is getting more and more unable to see through John.

But he knew that John's behavior meant that he was absolutely sure.

...

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Countless reporters poured into the Ministry.

They all came for John Wick.

The last time they heard the name was on a blood potion where John was awarded the Merlin Order of the Second Degree.

At that time, they all felt that this was a rising star in the wizarding world.

But a year later, the new star turned into a brilliant meteor and flew away from Hogwarts, becoming the most sensational and shining one in the wizarding world.

He and Neville Longbottom slay the invincible Voldemort.

In the days when others were still in school, he had become a legend.

The Chocolate Frog Wizard Card will record his story, and like Johnny's Silver Hand, one becomes a hero and the other suffers revilation.

And the birth of a hero can make the situation of the third Dark Lord speculated by the outside world exciting.

Eight o'clock was fast in coming.

John stepped into the Ministry of Magic.

This time, as soon as he entered the house, he was baptized by flashing lights.

And he was always honored and disgraced, and the old Barty personally presented the award.

It's not an academic medal, and naturally there's no such academic defense as the Wizengamot.

John saw Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and Mrs. Longbottom.

They are proud of their son's accomplishments.

Neville was nervous at John's side, wearing the most stretchy dress that Mrs. Longbottom had custom-made.

Old Barty placed the Merlin First Class Medal on John's chest, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "What are you going to do about the Magic Institute?"

John also responded in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'll fix it."

Barty Sr. was skeptical, after all, it was a school of witchcraft and wizardry, on the same footing as Hogwarts and Durmstrang and the like.

John shook hands with Barty Sr., and the flash kept coming on again.

Neville stiffened forward, following a similar process to John's.

As the hero who killed Voldemort, the same July boy.

Now, the wizarding world speculates that perhaps Neville Longbottom is the real savior.

After the award ceremony.

There are also interviews that belong to them.

Neville didn't like the scene very much, and John replied calmly.

At the end, a question was raised.

"As for Johnny Silverhand, some people say that he will become the third Dark Lord, what do you think?"

A male reporter in a newsboy hat asks the question.

All eyes were on John.

What they wanted to hear was John Wick's declaration of war on the third Dark Lord, or an inspiring 'I am' speech.

Either way, it can be a piece of hot news.

The expectant gaze was fixed on John.

John chuckled, looked at the male reporter, and said calmly.

"I'm Johnny Silverhand."

...