Inside the Silver Hand Manor.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

After that golden hole of light branded, Ouroboros biting each other's tails were almost forbidden.

A strange sight, the radiating brilliance was frozen at the same time.

It's like someone pressed the shutter and the place froze.

Malfoy's breathing slowed, and he asked cautiously, "Is this a success?"

Heinrich stared, not sure if he had succeeded.

Among them, the most powerful must be Dumbledore.

The old man, who finally had a holiday, was also eaten by the taboo.

"You're still this far, John," Dumbledore looked at the time anchor with complexity, "Taboo can sink people."

It was the most amazing person he had ever seen, if not more than anyone else.

In terms of taboos, Dumbledore was certain that even the most senior Silencer of the Ministry of Magic would not be able to reach John's heights.

Insight, experience, and wisdom are far beyond ordinary people.

At this point, after Dumbledore recalled the gray-haired boy in the past, he could know even more how powerful John would be when he came back this time.

During Dumbledore's time as Headmaster, Snape never tires of mentioning John.

He was always able to overlap two different figures.

Come on now.

It's not that John is like Voldemort, but subconsciously, Dumbledore thinks of Voldemort as John.

Isn't the person after the overlap the same white-haired wizard he saw when he was young?

"It's always you, Joel."

Dumbledore subconsciously touched his nose.

Now that he remembered his memory, he also remembered who punched him in the nose.

"Aberforth really doesn't have that strength."

Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry.

Suddenly.

The anchor point freezes in time and begins to turn, and Ouroboros, biting each other's tails, begin to devour each other.

Until the two snakes devour each other's heads, constantly shrinking and getting smaller.

The light of contraction bloomed in this instant.

The dazzling golden light made it impossible to open everyone's eyes.

A figure stepped out of it.

His fingers twisted his hair, and the black gas on his body rolled.

Noticing where he was, the figure paused, a smile on his face.

"I'm back."

The golden light dissipated, and a familiar voice rang out.

All eyes were fixed on the man who appeared.

Followed by.

Malfoy's eyes locked, he pouted his ass and accelerated his dash.

He was about to pounce in front of John when he saw his body hang upside down uncontrollably.

John's arms were slammed into by a soft body.

He subconsciously held the person who came, looked down, and chuckled, "For you, I should have just walked for less than two hours."

When Daphne heard this, she gave John a blank look.

In the next second, John was directly pressed down, and everyone in the Star Society pounced one after another.

This was a punishment for John's risk-taking.

Malfoy screamed, and he was still hanging from the chandelier.

"Why do you still have the magic to use the upside-down golden bell!"

Malfoy was not convinced, he was almost squeezed dry, who would have thought that Daphne still had magic.

John, surrounded by the stars, laughed too.

Malfoy noticed something was wrong and was surprised, "John, your hair has returned?"

Everyone hurriedly looked, and John's white hair turned back into black hair.

One by one, I was pleasantly surprised.

"Some windfall." John shrugged, and the dark forces of that dimension directly dyed his hair.

With a smile on his face, John looked up and was stunned when he saw the white-bearded old man.

"How could it be you

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Dumbledore didn't join the young men in the frolic, but was a little surprised to hear John's words.

"You wrote to me, John."

"No, no, no," John shook his head repeatedly, looking surprised, "I'll write to another person."

"Another person?" Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

John had already calculated that the magic of the crowd might not succeed in setting anchors.

So he wrote three letters, one to his father asking him to find the Sword of Silver Wick.

The second letter is given to Fleur to gather the members.

The third and most important one is that he needs to get the help of someone with great magical powers.

And there are three people who can meet this condition, and there are three people he knows.

Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and ...... Dumbledore.

"Okay."

Even John couldn't be counted as incomplete, but fortunately, the result was the arrival of another Dumbledore.

John was pulled up by Heinrich and looked at the old man, and he said, "You helped me, Dumbledore, I need to give it back."

"You've helped me, John." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, he was alive because of the Holy Grail.

Furthermore, with the personality of a Dumbledore saint, helping a misguided Hogwarts student is not about expecting something in return.

John looked at him and said unquestioningly, "This is an equivalent exchange, and you don't have to rush to refuse."

...

United States.

Nagini's soul had recovered, and her legs should be able to walk.

For some reason, she seemed to have forgotten how to walk.

I was never able to get out of my wheelchair.

Gently stroke the wand that John had given him.

Eleven and a quarter of an inch, dense lines, good toughness.

The tail has a spiral pattern and is set with a sapphire.

Made of yew wood, with a thestrals.

It was a wand that belonged to the reborn, and it was Nagini's most cherished possession.

In the first half of Nagini's life, she had a teenager she loved deeply.

But until the day she completely turned into a snake, she didn't have a chance to see each other again.

But she always remembered, remembered the promise.

That promise will look for its own promise.

There is a line of words on the beautiful wand.

Her fingers stroked over it and whispered, "Celebrate Nagini's rebirth with this object."

Gently placing his wand in his heart, Nagini whispered to the already dead, "Credence."

The reckless boy gave himself a second life.

Nagini felt that he should let go and not let down John.

She tried to stand up, as she had done before.

Just as she was trembling as she propped up her wheelchair.

Gently, as if afraid of shattering, he held her.

Nagini was stunned.

The black substance passed through Nagini's body, and the familiar sensation made her eyes dilate.

"Is that you?" The Snake Lady, who was respected by District 13, said in a trembling voice, "Credence?"

The black substance slowly condensed, turning into a human form in front of Nagini.

That familiar face, the hair is long.

He wore the crimson gown that John had given him that day, and came here for a date.

"Nagini."

Credence wasn't sure, he fell into a deep sleep, but he woke up again.

After he found his family, he knew where he came from.

has its own name.

But he could not find the person he cherished.

Silently eating away at his body, he died not long after he returned to Godric's Hollow, where his father was.

With the pendant that was never taken off from beginning to end, buried in Godric's Valley.

It should have been forever

Far from sleeping, after many years, revived.

The pendant containing the separate gifts vanished.

With the intermittent memories in his mind, he found here.

Nagini covered her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"John."

In her mind, the missing memories of her soul came flooding in like a tide at this moment.

"May you have no regrets this time."

The words he spoke as he left rang in Nagini's ears.

She moved.

The legs that should have been difficult to move trotted up and ran to the embrace of those years ago.

"You're back, Credence."

O our King, he is gentle and strong.

O our King, he is selfish and domineering.

Even if it's a regret, you have to reverse it for your friends.

He saved the second half of Nagini's life and filled the regrets of the first half of her life.

One of them should have died in the past, and one in the future as a vessel of evil.

Until the death of that sword, turned into a wisp of smoke, and reunited.

Right now.

The birds, each with one of their wings off, finally met again.

She ran to the boy she loved so much.

Touch, hug, love.

So real, so warm.

There is no teenager who dies young, and there is no big snake that loses his humanity.

It is not seen as a monster by people.

Yes, there is only one couple who are in love.

...

"She should have turned into a wisp of smoke and ran to the young man she loved so much, but the domineering and gentle king would not allow tragedy to happen.

John Wick, a selfish Slytherin.

His love is so selfish that it is only enough to share with the people he loves.

He is an alchemist who pursues an equivalent exchange, but he makes up for all his regrets for his friends for free.

He is a king who is loved by his subjects, and cannot be a saint to be revered by all beings."