John rubbed his eyes and sighed as he looked at the black and white picture in front of him.

"Color blind?"

The world loses its color.

John also found out after waking up in the morning.

He thought he was exhausted, and now it seems that this is the price of magic.

"Before, my right eye was blurry, but fortunately it didn't completely make me blind."

It's just colorblindness, John reassures himself.

Basil flew into the room and tilted his head.

Riddle flew up to it and cooed.

John took out the dried fish and put it in front of the two owls, and the third owl flew in with a big head, and was kicked out by Basil.

Obviously, as a fire dragon, Qiqi is not qualified to eat with the two bigwigs.

John walked down the attic, and Watson was looking at an envelope.

It's been a week since he left Hogwarts, and Watson still has some unfinished business.

"I had twenty heavy firepower with Chicago typewriters at the school gate, as well as three Gatlings and an acquired tank."

Watson smashed his mouth, but said regretfully: "There is also a helicopter gunship, which was borrowed by your grandfather in the country of Mao Xiong, and he didn't have a chance to use it." ”

John looked at his father in silence.

The current situation in the country of Mao Xiong, and the influence of my grandfather in Mao Xiong, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept a helicopter gunship.

I just didn't expect my dad to get all these things in.

"Let's not talk about how the helicopter got in, just where did you buy your tank?"

"There's an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov, and he's called the Lord of War, and there's nothing he can't get up with."

Watson shrugged and said, "I have some business dealings with him too. ”

"Aren't you going to open a hotel?" John was surprised.

"The hotel needs some security." Watson said, but people couldn't help but wonder what level of security measures had to be.

Watson sat on the sofa and sighed: "The magic is really magical, I thought the house was blown up, but it turned out to be good." ”

Wick's house was bombed once, and Watson thought he was going to sleep on the street.

As a result, John moved his wand and repaired the place.

Claiming to the outside world, they found a very reliable construction company.

Believe it or not, the Dursleys believe it anyway.

They went out for a good meal to celebrate their holiday this year, and they didn't have to worry about spending it with Harry anymore.

The magic of love requires enough time to stay with the Dursleys before adulthood, but now that Voldemort is dead, the magic of love does not need to be renewed.

Penny had mixed feelings, but Vernon was just happy.

Yesterday Vernon personally came to the door and brought a roasted turkey to Wick's house.

As for the taste of turkey, that's a matter of opinion.

At one point, John thought that they ate turkeys simply because they were cheap and abundant.

Sitting down for breakfast, John stared at the two jams in front of him.

Unfortunately, his jam jar looked the same, and the label on it was torn off by a middle-aged man who had nothing to do.

One blue, one red.

Blueberry and strawberry flavors.

And the middle-aged old man was reaching out with John for strawberry-flavored jam at the moment.

John hesitated, and handed the bottle to Watson.

Watson had no doubt about him, looking at the letter in his hand as he spread the jam on the bread.

A few seconds passed.

Watson looked suspiciously at the blueberry jam in his hand and looked up at John's calm expression.

He was a little skeptical that his son had done it on purpose.

Tentatively asked, "Did you do it on purpose, or accidentally?" ”

"Accidentally." John said without changing his face.

He had already seen the truth from Watson's expression.

Watson stared at Blueberry Jam.

Accidental?

How do you see that your expression is so reasonable?

Fortunately, Watson didn't dwell on it for long, and he asked, "You're going to your place today...... Magic Company Working? ”

In the past week, Watson, as a father, was still a little difficult to accept.

I worked hard to start my own business, and as a result, my son started a company a few years ago.

So I'm working so hard, I'm just satisfying myself?

Watson was depressed.

John nodded, he had to go to Silverhand Manor.

Mrs. Wick brewed new jasmine tea, which Daphne had sent her.

Tasting the tea of the wizarding world, it doesn't seem to be much different from Muggle society.

John finished his bread and went to the basement to reach the Silver Hand Manor through the fireplace.

Heinrich lived here.

John also came to check his body.

This is the first person in the wizarding world to completely die and resurrect in so many years.

John, a seventh-level alchemist, personally inspected it, which was not surprising.

Perhaps using the elixir as the main body to reshape the body, Heinrich's body was full of vitality.

John watched as Heinrich cut his palm, which quickly healed into a red mark without magical healing.

"It's amazing."

John created a life and a half.

The first is the Scimitar-Horned Snorkel, a new creature created through its magical rampage.

Half is Heinrich, who used the Holy Grail to create the body and re-accept the soul.

Judging from the current situation, each of these one and a half has its own specialities.

After the inspection, John looked out the door, held his forehead and said, "You should think of a way to make Kim not so clingy." ”

Heinrich's face darkened, and he looked outside, where the big golden retriever-like gold was probing his brain.

After Heinrich's resurrection, this kid was afraid that he would be gone again.

John said, "Let me give you a day off, and let you go out for a walk." ”

Heinrich said expressionlessly: "No. ”

"No," John said earnestly, "you need it." ”

As Edgar's one who caught the light, Heinrich really needed a break.

"I need you to travel at public expense, and then go to France."

John said: "I'm going to open another branch, and I need you to talk to Nagini about the details. ”

Well, this is not a simple tourist, and Heinrich did not continue to refuse.

When the two left, John leaned back in his chair, a little haggard.

He rubbed his eyes, this time it wasn't just colorblindness.

His eyes were getting blurry.

If you follow this trend, you may be blind.

"Need to check." John pondered for a moment, intending to give himself a full examination.

He stood up, his brain dizzy.

Holding on to the table, John's expression was cloudy.

"What's going on?"

Something is very wrong.

12 points out of 10 is wrong.

John looked at his hand, and a circular mark appeared on it.

The Gate of Things.

What's going on?

John stared at the circle.

"Surprised?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my ears.

He looked up and saw an unexpected person in the study.

Death.

Not appearing, to be precise, but reflecting in John's eyes.

Death said in a distorted and hoarse voice, "Playing with death never ends well, and besides, you have broken the iron laws of the wizarding world. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, the Grim Reaper seems to be a little gloating.

"Even the god of death, who is in charge of life and death, has no power to resurrect people."

"If you do something that breaks the rules, you have to pay the price."

Death held out his fingers, obviously not in this world, but John felt his body being touched.

The skeletal finger poked John's chest, and the hoarse voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women said, "You have angered the world. ”

"You will be punished at the cost of ......"

John looked down at his left hand, golden sand flowing out of his arm.

The silver soul and the black Soul Eater spell in his right hand are draining.

In his eyes, black and purple qi poured out of his eyes.

"We may or may not meet."

Death waved at John and said, "Farewell, one who plays with death, one who challenges the rules." ”

John felt like his body was being sucked away.

And at this time in the sky.

On the white sky, there are traces that seem to be traces produced by collisions.

"Whew——!"

The wolf howl rang in his ears, and John's face changed.

He seemed to see the white wolf, the disaster of another world, approaching him.

When he opened his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to that before entering the space of the Gate of Things.

He sees the intersection and collision of worlds, the resulting broken rules, and the span between worlds.

"A true meeting of the celestial spheres."

John took a deep breath, he didn't expect that he would be banished, or exiled by magic.

It seems that his unruly behavior has annoyed the magic.

He is now either waiting to be banished into another world, or he is going to take the initiative.

"Since you know that I don't follow the rules, then be prepared for me to be unruly."

John was never one to sit still, his eyes changed to vertical pupils, and he raised his right hand.

There is also an unfinished contract on it.

The Gate of Things outlines the lines and intersects with a witch from another world.

To that world?

No, John was just going to use this power in exchange for something.

"Equivalent exchange."

John's eyes flashed with a chaotic glow.

In the next second, his right hand ignited with golden flames, and a key appeared in the palm of his hand.

A second before being completely banished, he opened a space with the key.

There is a megalithic monument inside.

John grabbed the locket on his chest and entered the megalithic tablet.

In the next second, the megalith was destroyed by the Exile Force.

When John opened his eyes again, it was endless darkness.

He didn't know where he was, but he was sure that he was still in the original world.

A footstep sounded in his ears.

This was followed by a woman's voice.

"Where's the little wizard?"

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