In the end, the boss didn't take the money out of the kitchen either.

After all, it is its own big customer.

Successfully sold three rings and a dazzling gold belt.

In this regard, John sent blessings to the three who were preparing to get married young, and hoped that the belt would not fall off to the one who bought it.

Why does John know?

Because this store is a franchise of silver hands.

"I'm all preparing."

After a fruitful battle with Dumbledore, John returned to Silverhand Manor.

Compared to Grindelwald, wanting Dumbledore to give him more gains.

He had touched the gray bottleneck that could not be crossed.

Two books, black and silver, floated and flipped in the air.

John's eyes fed all the knowledge that flickered through his brain.

"A kind of extreme power."

His mind was double-minded, pondering.

Dumbledore's wand gave him the answer.

Level 7 magic can easily destroy wands, but strangely, Dumbledore's wand is not damaged.

Instead, his wand lasted until the end.

That's the result of instilling faith.

is an extreme emotional force.

John has always had very little emotional power.

Yes, very little.

Aside from being silent, he basically doesn't use emotional power.

Although he teaches others how to use it, he often does not use it himself.

Emotions.

For wizards, all kinds of emotions can be a miracle scene.

Dumbledore is love, and he yearns for love.

It was a power that he called great.

That power transcended death, stopping the Dark Lord's Curse and saving young Harry.

Dumbledore's love was magical, and the great Dumbledore, with love, loved many people.

The magic of love makes his wand burst with powers comparable to those of the Elder Wand.

This is love, a wonderful, magical, mystical energy.

But for John, love ......

John's finger rubbed the ring, "Love, what a strange and familiar word."

He reminisced about his past, about love.

He is helpless, he can't fall in love by himself, right?

Thinking of my friends.

In his head, Hibiscus appeared.

The one that landed on the forehead with a kiss.

Remembering that feeling, and then ...... I don't feel it.

"I only feel warmth, and I don't seem to have love."

John touched his chin, and when Fleur kissed him, he didn't make much difference except for stunned.

It's like your sister kissing you on the cheek when you were a kid.

That for another one?

John swapped out Fleur in his mind and Daphne appeared.

As soon as Daphne appeared, John thought of Malfoy hanging upside down.

John: "......" how Malfoy got out.

Recall carefully, Daphne is hanging Malfoy, Daphne is preparing to hang Malfoy, Daphne has already hung Malfoy.

"No, Draco is too annoying."

He rubbed his eyebrows, Malfoy's ability to taunt was so deep that he could even imagine it.

"Draco, what do you want me to say about you?" John sighed.

Sure enough, Daphne's sanctions against Malfoy were not for nothing.

The power above the limit needs to be helped by emotions.

John needed a strength to mobilize his emotions.

He thought of a place.

...

Department of Mystery Affairs.

It was here that John was born again, out of the archway that led nowhere.

Now it's back.

He walked into the rotunda.

The revolving door leads nowhere.

John walked over to a door and stopped, reaching out and touching it.

There's a mysterious power in that.

Even the silent cannot understand and analyze it.

He felt a force of repulsion.

Dumbledore once called it more amazing and terrifying than death, more than human intelligence, and more terrifying than the forces of nature.

That's love.

Locked doors.

But John had the key.

Scales appeared on John's arm, and the dragon's strength slowly retracted his fingers.

The handle of that door was trembling, and John took the key away with his other hand.

"Smack."

With a slight twist, the door lock opened.

John grabbed the doorknob and slowly pushed it open.

If only this power were really that powerful.

Then it should be incomparably grandiose.

Just like John's battle with Dumbledore, beyond the power of wizards.

The door opened slowly.

As everything inside took in, John paused.

"Is this love?"

He walked into the room, the door behind him slowly closing.

He looked at everything in front of him and shoved back the wand he was about to draw.

That's a simple mirror.

A chair in front of the mirror.

He walked over and looked inside the mirror.

No.

No one.

Nor by themselves.

He came to the chair again.

It's a small room.

Not as big as where the arch is.

Sitting down, John looked in the mirror in his chair.

He saw a figure slowly appear in the mirror.

First, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the arm appeared upward.

A man appears.

Watson Wick.

Next to her father, Mrs. Wick also appeared.

And then there were the people, their own uncles.

And then more people appeared.

There are so many that this mirror can't fit in.

"Does the Mirror of Eris function like that?" John pondered.

"No, you should pay attention to the content, not the appearance." A man in the mirror spoke.

John looked as the man squeezed through the crowd and walked to the mirror.

He had an oak staff in his hand and a beard, like Dumbledore.

He smiled and said, "Don't you notice that you've been filled with love?"

"Who are you?"

The old man in the mirror thought for a moment and said, "An old man, young people don't like to be with old men, because old men are too nagging."

"Merlin?" John asked tentatively.

The old man laughed, "Look, don't you know, why do you ask?"

"I just didn't think you'd be in the mirror." John shook his head and said, "But you're obviously not real."

"And what's true?" Old Merlin smiled and said, "John Wick?"

"Is Albus Dumbledore real?"

"Is Watson Wick real?"

"Is Ariana Dumbledore Wick real?"

He asked a few questions, and finally they all shook their heads and pointed to John's heart, "This is the real thing, son."

"You're filling it up, and you're setting yourself up with problems." Merlin whispered, "Don't get into the horns."

John laughed dumbly, "Horns, that's a good point."

Level 8 like the wind.

Level 8 above the limit.

Focus on there, yes

Isn't it just the tip of the horns?

John looked up at the many people in the mirror and muttered, "There are so many people, it's quite troublesome to love."

"But magic is a miracle." He stood up.

was filled up and not released.

John closed his eyes.

The emotions that surged because of the person in the mirror made his magic restless and filled.

With a crisp sound.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Merlin in the mirror applauded, and a figure vanished.

[Ding, mana upgrade successful, current mana: level 8]

Not just love, but everything else, is great.

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