A large number of reporters poured into the Ministry of Magic, and the constant flashing lights reflected on Old Barty's face.

"Minister Crouch, is the outcome of this council as you expected?"

"Does the fact that a high-ranking official has received a warning from the Malfoy family that this means that some people are interfering with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Will this parliament be different from the changes in personnel that resulted from the last education reform?"

Reporters flocked to the event, scrambling to cover the main event.

Everyone knows that Barty Sr. keeps holding plenary meetings for the equalization of werewolves, but every time he comes back with a feather.

This time the parliament was much shorter than usual, which made news-sensitive journalists aware that something was wrong.

They all hoped that Barty Sr. would respond positively.

Old Barty stopped, facing the reporter's flash, his gray temples stood out at the moment.

With a solemn face, he couldn't help but shut up the reporter just by standing there.

"Pierce, bring that thing."

Barty Sr. spoke to Pierce behind him.

Pierce nodded, but couldn't hide his excitement.

He cherished the document, signed by all fifty officials.

The reporters held their breath, and their sense of smell told them that it was an extremely important and powerful document.

They stared as if they were about to turn into an abyss.

Old Barty took the file and opened it, he cleared his throat and looked up to face all the reporters.

"After discussion at the second meeting of the Ministry of Magic in 1998, the category of werewolves was rewritten, removed from humanoid magical creatures, and changed to ......"

The reporter's eyes widened, and Old Barty slowly read: "Human." ”

"Restoring the same rights as werewolves and wizards, all registered werewolves will be recognized by the magical society, and a new round of discussion will be held against werewolf discrimination."

"This document is to be signed by Minister of Magic, Barty Crouch, and all fifty officials of the Ministry of Magic's Parliament."

"Effective immediately."

Old Barty's words fell, and the bustling hall of the Ministry of Magic could be heard falling.

Ministry of Magic employees, journalists, wizards who come to do business......

Their eyes widened as they received this subversive message.

Among the many people, Old Jack's child, Zofie, and Chudai's body trembled.

"See, grandpa."

Zofie's eyes were red, and he muttered to himself, "We...... It's human. ”

Hatsudai wanted to comfort his brother, but his hand was trembling and he gently placed it on Zofie's shoulder.

They had waited too long for this day.

How many years of discrimination can be exchanged for this day?

If they hadn't met that silver mask, they hadn't stood with that one.

They are also impossible, until they die.

At this moment, no werewolf can calm down.

Zoffie just wanted to go back, go to the Silver Cross Hospital, and tell Old Jack.

And they did.

Able to let children go out without fear of being caught, be able to leave Tumbledown Alley to work, and not be treated as a monster.

They're going back, going back and telling Old Jack.

Their king led the werewolves to the light.

...

Silver Cross Hospital.

Since Old Jack was kidnapped, his health has been getting worse day by day.

He was originally a twilight wolf, raising children in this human world.

He didn't make the right choice a few times in his life.

As a young man, he was a wizard of Muggle families.

At that time, he had a childhood sweetheart, a family that was not wealthy, but able to fill his stomach.

Before he was eleven years old, he was bitten.

He becomes a werewolf and loses his ability to travel to Hogwarts.

On a full moon night, he hurts his family and turns the boy in the girl's mind into a monster.

He chose to escape, running all the way from that village, across mountains and streams, to a place where no one was around.

His departure left his mother depressed, and his father drank heavily all day and drowned in a stream one day.

The girl could not find the boy, and in one of the wars, she died at the hands of soldiers.

By the time Old Jack returned, the village was gone.

The death of his home is heart-wrenching and Jack Sr. thumps to the ground, and he walks away from it all, encounters Fenrir Greyback, and lives in a hellish werewolf community.

With his only remaining conscience, he became the guardian of the children at the cost of being almost killed by Greyback.

After Fenrir Greyback was sent to Azkaban, he made the choice to exhaust all his luck in his life.

He went to find the man who was worse than the wolf, and he thought that no matter how bad he was, he would not be worse than Greyback.

But he was wrong, he found a wicked man, but he was also a king to follow.

The protection of the silver hand kept the werewolf safe, and the raised flag was sorted out by Old Jack himself every day.

The Werewolf Community is being established, the treatment is being improved in Tumbledown Alley, and the Werewolf School is being built.

For the first time, he saw hope in werewolves.

If there is anyone in the world who is most willing to die for John Wick, then Old Jack must be one of them.

The wounds caused by the kidnapping have healed, and what he experienced is the end of his life that no one can escape.

In the last moments of his death, Old Jack was confessing.

He repented of his greed, and his eyes were blurred, but he felt as if his children were there.

"If there is a God, please forgive me, my greedy prayer can make my children a real wizard."

"If there is a God, please blame me, put all the blame on me, and let me spend a thousand years in hell."

"I can't follow, O king, I will still pray for you in hell until the fire of hell burns out my body, my soul, my consciousness."

"O king, king—"

Old Jack closed his eyes, his ears had lost hearing.

His eyes were left in darkness.

In a trance, he heard cheers.

He heard Tyro's cry.

Someone called his name.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't have that ability anymore.

The twilight wolf is gone.

...

"Grandpa!"

Zofie and Hatsudai rush into the Silver Cross Hospital in desperation.

They were going to tell Old Jack the good news.

What the old man wanted to see the most, they did.

Zofie was in better shape than he had first put on, and he ran into the ward.

With a smile on his face, he called out loudly: "Werewolves, werewolves are equal, grandpa!" ”

His smile froze at the sight of the lying old man.

The smile faded away, and all that was left in his head was a roar.

He heard Tyro crying breathlessly, and heard the therapist whispering in his ear.

Zoffie's body was drained of strength.

The deputy director of the Werewolf Affairs Office, who was supposed to be high-spirited, couldn't stop crying.

I wore it for the first time.

He was Old Jack's eldest child, and when he saw this scene, he was silent.

"You go out first."

Saying a word to the therapist, Chu Dai walked into the hospital room.

Old Jack had aged very fast during this time, his hair had turned gray, and his body was like dead wood.

Chu Dai knelt on the edge of the bed, reached out to hold Old Jack's hand, with tears in his eyes, and said softly: "We have succeeded, your wish has come true." ”

"Werewolves are no longer magical creatures, and we can walk in this country in the open."

Old Jack's hand gradually faded in temperature.

But the moment he heard the news, a smile appeared on Old Jack's face.

Chu Dai muttered, "Great, you heard me. ”

He couldn't hold back anymore and cried with his younger siblings.

These are tears of joy, tears of sadness, and tears of relief that have fulfilled their wishes.

The twilight wolf is gone, and his children, who continue to take his place, will unswervingly follow in the king's footsteps.

...

Old Jack died.

The news reached John almost along with the equalization of werewolves.

John's heart twitched violently, and it took him a long time before he turned his gaze away from the letter.

"Old Jack."

Remembering his first meeting with Old Jack.

The old man, with a scar on his face, apprehensively pleaded to shelter the werewolf community.

During the time Voldemort reappeared, the werewolf community did not accept the Order of the Phoenix's recruitment, nor would it agree to Voldemort's solicitation.

Old Jack was always by John's side, and he silently supported him.

The death of an old man made John more sad.

"I hope that when you leave, you will hear the news, what you have worked for, I will give you."

John got up and walked out of the Stars Society, looking up at the sky.

The humid air, the dark sky condensed into dark clouds, and John muttered, "What a weather that doesn't understand the atmosphere." ”

He drew his wand and whispered, "The werewolves are free, and so are you, Old Jack." ”

A white light shot out of Hogwarts, tearing apart the dark clouds that were about to form.

The students of Hogwarts looked up as they saw the earth-changing blow.

The king is mourning.

...