Hogwarts.

"Albus?"

Slughorn was a rare man to move, and he had been distracted by the Potions Masters since he had been tricked by his dear students.

He refused all invitations to meetings.

Who knows if they will drag themselves into the Potions Department in the name of the party.

You must know that this method has left few people in the Potions Master Guild.

This time he was holding a wizard's chess game and wanted to play chess with his old friend.

To his surprise, his old friend was not at school.

Come to think of it, Dumbledore didn't show up at dinner yesterday.

He approached Professor McGonagall and asked, "Minerva, did you see Albus?"

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall was busy with the exam, and was stunned when she heard this, "Isn't he in his office?"

"I think so, I just came over there." Slughorn's wizard chess was not put down.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't know where the former headmaster had gone.

The owl seems to be arriving exceptionally late today.

Ginny in the library is making her last efforts.

Exams are just around the corner, and she's hoping to improve her grades.

Bill would sometimes send her letters, not owls, of course.

Through the Ministry of Magic portal, a message will be delivered to Bill, a man who lives on the Enchanted Island.

In the letter, Bill said a lot of happiness to his family, which was a huge change that had never been seen before.

The whole wizarding world will shake because of their affairs.

Mr. Weasley, the head of the Ministry of Magic, was also curious about where the Magical Society was located.

Even him, the Weasley family of the Twenty-Eight Ancient Clan, and the *** of the Ministry of Magic, are not qualified to go to that place.

Bill was the only one in his family who worked there.

He follows a magic teacher, an old man who used to write magic books.

The old man was so old, like Spencers and them, that even the name needed to be remembered for a moment before one slapped his thigh.

The Researchers Association used to bury itself in research, and this efficiency is not to say low, at least there are huge problems in terms of inheritance.

So the new Magical Society changed the system, and each of the living fossils carried out magical research with a few apprentices.

In this process, there is no need to be hands-on, and the apprentice can help with some things.

This reduces the pressure on each living fossil, and allows for the creation of a new group of magicians over time.

Bill used to be a good spell solver, and his strategy was about curses and the use of magic.

In Egypt, sleeping mummies would protect themselves with powerful curses in order to preserve their bodies after death.

Bill was dealing with these and was employed by Gringotts, which could be roughly understood as a group of tomb robbers.

The valuable treasures that lifted the curse were all in Gringotts' pockets.

Letting a group of excellent wizards steal their own compatriots for the alien race is really confusing to let the former Ministry of Magic care.

Ginny longed for the place described by Bill, and she had two goals, one was to be a professional female Quidditch player, and the other was to travel to the place where Bill worked.

Both goals require extra effort from her.

Lively girl crouches hard at the desk.

Lady Pince's harsh gaze walked over the group of unreassuring little wizards.

No one cherishes these crystals of the wisdom of the wizarding world more than her.

Neville was well aware of this during his school days.

Except for a few unreassuring little lions who were kicked out with brooms and dusters, everything was fine...... Right?

"Goo."

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The windows of the library were filled with owls, and some impatient owls were tapping their beaks against the glass.

The noise instantly overshadowed the sound of learning.

With a dark face, Ms. Pince walked to a window and opened, waving her hands to chase the annoying owl away.

The owls flew and flicked their feathers, and the newspapers were thrown in.

Ms. Pince is in a hurry, and the owls only know how to complete their mission.

A swarm of windows made a mess of the library.

The tragic situation caught Filch's attention, and he hurriedly put the box on the table, and ran in to catch the owls that flew in for Lady Pins.

Ginny, who was studying, was hit in the head by an owl flying overhead throwing a newspaper.

This made her angry, and she grabbed the newspaper and twisted it into a strand, and was about to knock the owl down.

On the distorted newspaper, the appearance of his brother appeared on it.

"Percy?"

Ginny hesitated, then opened the crumpled newspaper.

The End of the Saints, Victory in the War with the Muggle Army

She saw Percy, her own brother, lip-syncing over and over in front of the focused camera.

"We've won."

Daily Prophet

"Singing Against the Tune"

It doesn't matter which newspaper it is, it has the same message on it.

Victorious.

This is a battle that lasts for a year and brings great damage to the wizarding world.

The Saints were destroyed and Grindelwald was defeated by John Wick.

The war with the Muggles ended with the arrival of the king.

It's over.

Peace is restored to the wizarding world.

Ginny stared intently at the newspaper.

The sound of owl fluttering rings in my ears, the angry roar of Miss Pince, the exclamation of Filch's scratched arm.

By the time all the owls had been driven out, Ms. Pince had a few feathers stuck in her head.

"It's best if these things don't have feces on their paws." Filch was furious.

But he looked left and right, and felt that something was wrong, and said in surprise, "Something seems to be wrong."

It's so quiet.

On weekdays, those students encounter this situation, which is not more exciting than the other.

Rather than boring learning, students want something different to happen every day in school.

The students were holding a newspaper and they were focused, as if this was some kind of treasure.

Filch scratched his head, and thoughtfully removed the feathers for Ms. Pince.

The next second.

Piercing screams and deafening cheers burst through the roof of the library.

A third-year Gryffindor jumped straight onto the table, bouncing happily.

Crazy, all crazy.

Madam Pince was startled, and Filch reached out in front of her, and said in disbelief, "What's wrong? What happened?"

This group of students went crazy because they were under too much pressure to study?

Filch felt that the professors had to deal with it.

He ran out on his front foot, and Ms. Pince was surrounded by a crowd of students, the stern librarian, who was so helpless for the first time.

The girls hugged Ms. Pince, screaming at high decibels.

Filch went to Professor Flitsch, and for some reason, the amiable little old man happily waltzed there alone.

He had no choice but to shift his hope for help to the Hufflepuff Chief, who was walking briskly.

"Professor Sprout, you're going to check ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Sprout laugh and dance hand in hand with Professor Flitwick.

"Crazy, all crazy, is this a curse?"

Filch was creepy and hurried to Professor McGonagall, who was the most sedate of all.

Walk over and take a look,

I saw Professor McGonagall sitting there in a trance.

On the table, a spread newspaper made her unable to recover for a long time.

A Gryffindor cub who had been confined to confinement ran over in a panic.

"Professor McGonagall is bad, something has been stolen!"

Hogwarts today is strange.

...

Godric's Hollow.

Dumbledore, who wanted to enjoy his old age, bent his back and cut off the excess leaves that were tangled in the garden.

After cutting for a while, he straightened up and pounded his old waist with a fist.

"Old." He said.

"Why, Albus?" Grindelwald, who had lost so much blood that he almost died, asked, "Why did you save me?"

"You want him to live for the world completely."

Dumbledore looked at his old friend, his expression complicated, "It's too cruel to him."

"Isn't that bad?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "He will be the king of this world, leading this world, and all wizards can live in the open."

"But what about John?" Dumbledore sighed, "He's only eighteen years old, and you've put him in chains called expectation, and his will is no longer your own."

Kill the hero of Grindelwald, the king of all expectations.

The guilt and responsibility in his heart were infinitely entwined with his young body, and he could not live for himself, but only as a king, the child named John Wick, who would stay forever on the most painful day of eighteen.

The wise old man saw through Grindelwald's conspiracy, and Dumbledore didn't want John to become like that.

"He'll bring light to the wizarding world, Albus." Grindelwald walked down the steps to the door.

"He'll still bring light to the wizarding world," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "and now, too."

"But he's John Wick, not the king yet," Grindelwald said, looking at Dumbledore's old face, word by word, "King, it's lonely."

"The king is selfless."

"The king is mighty."

"The king should belong to all, not to some."

Complete the martyrdom and kill the last of John Wick's innocence and make him a complete king.

That's what Grindelwald wanted.

Use your own death to fill your young and immortal body with guilt and responsibility.

Kill the will named John Wick and become a selfless king.

"You're crazy." Dumbledore said.

"That's how it should be when I step into that tower." Grindelwald replied.

The wind blew through the silver-white hair, and Grindelwald looked at the person in front of him in a bit of a trance, "You're getting too old, Al."

"No one can not grow old, Gail."

Dumbledore looked into the wind.

"What are you going to do with me?" Grindelwald laughed to himself, "Build another tower?"

At the end of Godric's valley, the man named John Wick walked slowly.

The trio reunited in Godric's Hollow.

A reunion after a century.

Dumbledore's gaze took his eyes off Grindelwald and fell on the child who had become king.

...