Maybe it's a curse.

Slytherin's love will make the proud Slytherin fall into the mire and become humble.

Daphne left.

She was afraid that she would not be able to control herself, and she would vent her love like a surging sea with that king.

However, that would make the king sad.

The love of the king cannot be selfish.

The king's love will make the king sink.

Not in pride, not in fairness.

So she left.

Looking at the king, looking at John Wick from afar.

The stars are clustered, but they can't get close.

This is humble love.

...

John stayed in the tower, and he looked at his palms in a daze.

At that moment, it seemed to make him warm again.

For the human heart to beat, blood flows through the blood vessels.

Everything feels so real.

He touched his cheek with his cheek, and all that remained of the greedy warmth was the seemingly cold touch.

Midnight magic.

Cinderella becomes a princess and dances with the prince.

But in the morning, it all goes back to the way it was.

Wasn't this a midnight spell for John?

The heartbeat is slow and calm.

The stove was finally extinguished, and the bright moonlight turned away.

The magic tower is still there, and that lonely and cold space is still there.

Basil flies to John, warming the lonely king with his feathers.

Riddle flew over as well.

Hector, Herme.

They all came around.

I want to give this lonely king some warmth.

The fireworks outside were still exploding.

The light that illuminates is incompatible with this place.

Tom finally climbed the magic tower again.

With a wary gaze, it poked its head out in a doggy manner.

Seeing Basil, he couldn't help but squat, and he happily climbed up.

Seeing everyone hugging, it also ran over, pushed Helmo away with its buttocks, and squeezed it into John's arms.

This scene made John feel a little warm again.

"Maybe we're all monsters," John muttered to himself, holding them, "so we can warm each other."

I don't want to be a monster.

But in the current wizarding world, there needs to be a monster.

John had repeatedly mocked Dumbledore, the man on the altar.

But in this way, to become a person on the altar of God, it is yourself.

The king of wizards, the king of the wizarding world.

Only monsters can make enemies afraid, only gods can reassure their subjects.

He is the dragon of destruction, bringing countless lives.

He is the king of wizards and creates new life.

John looked at the lights and whispered, "Merry Christmas."

...

London, Wick's house.

This year's Christmas is another day worth looking forward to.

After going to school, Ariana became lively.

I don't know why, those students don't dare to speak ill of her behind her back.

When you don't evaluate a person on the premise of being bad, you can find the good things in that person.

Ariana became very popular, and although she didn't talk much, her cuteness from time to time made her a favorite of the school's girls.

This year's Christmas gifts are also something to keep an eye on.

Watson had prepared early, and this time he simply didn't act, and sat there with a big grin in a wizard's robe and a wizard's hat.

The brown bear woke up before Ariana, stepping on the ground without a sound, revealing half of its head at the corner of the stairs.

Black eyes swept over the pile of gifts and Watson.

I don't have any expression, but I don't know

Why, Watson suddenly felt a little cold.

"Who left the window open?" He muttered and walked over to close the window.

Maybe I should change into a fleece wizard's robe, so it won't be so cold.

Just do it, Watson went to change his clothes.

And the brown bear took advantage of his departure and stood in front of the pile of gifts, not knowing what to think.

By the time Watson had changed his clothes and came down, Ariana had woken up.

The enviable volume of hair, spreading out the blonde hair.

The brown bear held her hair intimately and did not interfere with washing.

While Ariana brushes her teeth carefully, the brown bear takes a comb and helps her comb her hair.

After Ariana finished brushing her teeth, the brown bear helped her wash her face with warm water in advance.

After a whole process, Ariana picked up the brown bear and kissed it on the face.

The bear was indifferent, but his furry feet couldn't help shaking.

Walking out of the bathroom, Ariana went to hug Mrs. Wick first.

Mrs. Wick smiled indulgently.

Ariana then turned around and saw Watson pouting his ass, trying to reach under the couch.

"How did my gift end up under the couch?"

Watson didn't remember putting the gift inside, and he wouldn't have known it was under the couch if he hadn't seen his own gift missing from it.

The brown bear's legs, which were still shaking, stopped, and the eyes without any change in expression looked harmless to humans and animals.

Watson had no choice but to move the sofa and take out his gifts. Look at the book

His gift deserves to be the first to be opened.

Ariana opened the box, revealing a white fluffy bear inside.

Watson was very proud.

Ariana stared for a moment, then set the box aside.

Watson was hurt again, and Ariana was clearly fond of the bear.

Do you only like brown?

The brown bear got out of Ariana's arms, and when it fell, I don't know if it was accidental, it stepped on the white bear and kicked the box out of the way.

......Watson: Did you do it on purpose, or was it accidental?

Ariana continued to open the present.

The second one was given by Mrs. Wick, a beautiful hairpin.

It has a bear motif on it, which makes Ariana smile on the corner of her mouth.

This hurt Watson's fragile mind even more.

Obviously they are all gifts, why are their gifts so unpopular?

Is it because of his own family position?

Ariana's hair is too long, which is sometimes inconvenient.

There were other gifts, which were opened one by one.

may be because Ariana went to school and began to enter the public eye.

Let many people know that the Wick family actually has a beautiful daughter.

Christmas gifts have also become important.

This is an important part of building a good relationship.

A bunch of gifts were opened, and many things that girls liked appeared.

Ariana unwraps the box of gifts from her uncle's house.

It's rare to be normal inside, and it's a butterfly knife with a delicate pattern.

Well, it's much more normal than the previous one.

Mrs. Wick hesitated between confiscating or letting her daughter keep it, and let Ariana deal with it herself.

It's not a dangerous thing after all.

Just a handful...... Knife.

Mrs. Wick did not notice that the box used to hold the gifts this time was only a butterfly knife, which was somewhat suspicious.

At the bottom of the box, a gold revolver plus two pink pistols and a detachable pink sniper rifle, plus a number of bullets.

Ariana moved, blinking, as if she couldn't move.

The brown bear solves this problem well for the owner, picking up the box

The child was put directly into the pocket of the stomach.

It patted its belly and signaled that it would take care of it.

Ariana gave it a thumbs up.

After all the gifts were opened, Ariana swept open all the bags.

She's looking for something.

"What's wrong, Ariana?" Watson was still looking forward to going to the wizarding world this year, and saw that Ariana looked for it again.

"My brother's gift is gone."

Ariana stares at the Christmas tree, could it be that Santa Claus stole it?

"John's gift is not there?"

Watson also stood up to help find it, asking, "Is it possible that it was under the couch?"

The father and daughter pouted their butts and began to look for them under the sofa.

Mrs. Wick heard the doorbell and saw that neither father nor daughter had any intention of opening the door, so she had to open it herself.

At this time, it may be an insurance salesman.

Opening the door, Lady Wick's face flashed with consternation, followed by surprise.

Father and daughter hadn't noticed any of this yet, and they were trying to find the gift that should have been there.

Through the gap at the bottom of the couch, Ariana saw a pair of shoes.

She blinked and slowly looked up from under the couch.

A gift was placed in front of her.

"Merry Christmas, Ariana."

The voice rang out.

Ariana made a long jump, jumped over the couch, and hugged the visitor.

John smiled helplessly, rubbing Ariana's hair, and laughed; "I think it's better to come back for the holidays, it's more vibe."

Watson also noticed his son's return, and he wailed.

"My trip to the wizarding world has come to naught."

...