John deprives himself of a part and becomes the cerebral Civic.

Even the Witch King can't observe the world all the time.

"Sometimes it's not perfect, but it's good."

John watched as his brain, the Civic, changed.

The Lord of Dreams does not need a wand, he wears a crown on his head, like a conductor, wielding the changes of the world.

In the expanded brain of the Civic, a small grass is squeezed out.

This is life, and a sorcerer's dream.

John didn't continue watching, and his body faded away.

"Witch King, maybe one day you will regret it," the voice of the Dream Lord rang out, "We are one."

John nodded and chuckled, "Wait until that day, and we'll meet again."

The Lord of Dreams turned his head away and did not speak, he was about to begin a long day without end.

How beautiful the blue planet is, but in this place it can breed countless evils.

Goodbye, Witch King.

...

【Ding, the end of the blood of mana】

[Obtain the blessing of the Runi snake trait: Three Songs, Gaze, Growth, Sleepwalking]

[Three songs: Separating the Consciousness from the Soul]

[Gaze: The Demystification and Decipherment of Knowledge]

[Growth: Grow until the end of life]

[Sleepwalking: imaginary dreams, you can travel in dreams]

The ninth magical blood ends.

The abundant magic in John's body was still stirring like churning magma.

He stared at the three blessings, and the consciousness was separated from the soul.

Runi serpent, an ancient being.

Basically, there are no old and dead runi snakes, because they are not united with each other, and often kill each other.

Three lives are the same, one is three.

This may be the sorrow of the runi serpent, three beings sharing a single body.

John sat on the throne, cold and fire consuming each other.

Under the Magic Tower.

The people of the Witch King looked up at the top of the shining tower.

Percy's office has a view of the Magic Tower.

His mood had stabilized, the ring had fallen into the corner, and the tidy office had become a mess.

Penelope walked over and approached her husband.

This woman, she understood, what her husband needed now was not any voice.

She leaned on Percy's shoulder, and the two of them looked at the glowing tower from the window.

She asked softly, "What's that?"

Percy took his wife in his arms, and he paused.

The blinding light lingered in his eyes, and the voice of the powerful Weasley revealed reluctance.

"From now on, there are two suns in the magic kingdom."

yes, their king, the light will still shine on the people.

But what about my friends?

Percy didn't speak, and stood there quietly with his wife.

...

The light of the ring gradually dimmed, and the man who belonged to the stars burned himself and turned into the sun.

The starlight shining on the stars will be selflessly given to everyone.

At this moment, Malfoy was silent as a puppet.

He just rubbed it with his thumb over and over again.

The runes on the ring were as if they were going to be engraved on his fingers.

He stopped his fingers and slowly put the ring on.

"It fits." Malfoy looked at the ring, and he rubbed it like John.

A hint of self-deprecation at the corners of the mouth may also be the arc of a smile.

"I've always wanted to try this."

Every time he saw John do this before, he knew what John was thinking.

That person has already exposed all his habits to the eyes of the stars.

Once Malfoy also went behind his back

He took out a ring and rubbed it like John.

But for some reason, no matter what the ring, it didn't come as naturally as John.

Over time, he didn't continue to study.

It was only today that he finally understood why John's movements were so natural.

Because it was bought over and over again at a heavy cost.

Malfoy looked up and saw his worried parents.

The distress in his mother's eyes pierced his heart.

Liability.

It was as if those things had suddenly fallen on his shoulders, and Malfoy seemed to mature a lot overnight.

"I'm fine, Mom."

Malfoy walked over to his mother.

He is no longer the child who could snuggle in the arms of his parents.

When he grew up, he was a head taller than his mother.

He hugged his mother.

Narcissa understood what the witch king meant to her son.

Lucius placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

The silent words between father and son are transmitted with this action.

"I'm just going to miss him."

Malfoy whispered, "I miss him."

John, I'm going to take responsibility like you.

...

The wizards didn't know what the light meant, and they didn't know that they might never see the Witch King again.

They were just curious, and at the same time amazed at the changes that had just happened to them.

For a moment, they felt like they were on the verge of death, the destruction of the city.

The vision of the sky, they blamed the greatness of the Witch King.

Powerful magic, this is the witch king.

Infinite miracles, this is the witch king.

Their witch king is powerful and able to protect wizards.

So praise the Witch King, just like the miracle that the Witch King once performed.

The wizards cheered at the light.

A child, something strange to find.

The bubbles he blew out seemed to get smaller?

The child stares suspiciously at the Bubble Blowing Jazz candy purchased from the Weasley Magic Trick Workshop.

...

Inside the Magic Tower, everything is nearing its end.

Tom sat beneath the glorious throne.

How dazzling and dazzling.

The Star Spirit wasn't joking either.

Basil waved his wings and landed next to Tom, and this time instead of hitting Tom, he stretched out his wings and landed gently on the dog's head.

Riddle stood next to the Star Spirit, his big black eyes narrowing.

John looked at the wand in his hand.

Maybe it's good to be less perfect.

"Just be my selfishness."

His mind moved, and the Holy Grail potion stored in the Potions Department rolled.

A vortex sucks all the potions away.

On the magic tower, golden potions gathered inside and turned into a ball.

The surface of the ball is smooth, like jelly.

The critters all looked up at the ball.

John raised his left hand, and in front of the Elder Wand, the blue box condensed.

Lines and circles grew on the square mark on his chest, covering his wand along his torso.

Like a growing tree, behind him grows a sacred tree woven with countless truths.

The tree grew bigger and bigger, almost flooding the entire space.

In John's direction, the tree extended its branches into the golden potion.

Like a golden apple, hanging from a tree made of truth.

John opened his mouth and said, "I give you life, my consciousness, my soul."

"I give you a name, a bloodline, and a body."

"You are a new life, the inheritor of the nine bloodlines, and the holder of a free soul."

What is he going to do?

Like a title he has.

Creation!

Create a life!

Who was created?

I.

The blue box approached the golden potion.

The golden apple contains a powerful vitality.

Like a heart, it beats suddenly.

The rhythm of life begins to play.

John didn't stop, his voice becoming distant.

It's like talking from the past to the future, and it's like looking back at the future.

"I give you supreme knowledge to carry out the alchemy of the past and the present."

"I'll give you powerful magic, the power to defeat the three demon kings."

"I give you the flame of nirvana, an ancient that transcends life and death."

John's eyes became vertical, his right eye was full of darkness and lightning, and his left eye was light and time.

"You walk in darkness and bathe in light."

"You wield thunder and lightning in the storm, and you dominate in fear."

"You can bring calamity, or you can send you rebirth."

"You are the Creator and the Destroyer."

"You are a newborn being, and a dead witch king."

At this point, John paused.

In his right eye, the darkness gradually lightened.