MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 812
However, there is a premise. The birthplace of wizards will automatically give birth to the corresponding country without a visa. Before completing a series of studies in the Magic Kingdom, the real universal passport needs to be certified by the Magic Kingdom and the United Nations security.
This has the advantage that if something goes wrong with the wizard, the fault can be spread equally among the United Nations who are assessing it together.
I have to say that Mycroft, who proposed this approach, is very smart.
John could see that the other party's positioning on wizards was gradually changing. The two sides were the first countries to establish friendly relations, so they naturally had a more special feeling.
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Chapter 820 The Eternal Throne of the Witch King
The tasks of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have become more arduous.
Penello didn't complain at all about this, and was even happy.
As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the more things she does, the higher her status.
Even Percy was a little envious.
The alchemy department worked overtime to make new machines.
Magical passports will be issued by the Ministry of Magic in that country after the wizard demonstrates his magical talents.
"You did it all yourself."
Percy sighed: "When I stay by your side, I always feel like I'm not needed."
"I'm really sorry, but in the future you will find that it is the most comfortable if you are not needed." John chuckled.
The two walked along the streets of the Wizard City towards the Magic Tower.
Standing under the Magic Tower, Percy once again sighed: "Every time I see this tower, I feel isolated from the world."
"Maybe you can make a change here."
Percy walked to the door, opened it and said, "Like this empty place."
"A little more decoration can make you happier here, right?"
Percy turned around inside and saw John standing in the doorway.
His shadow stretched so long that Percy stopped talking.
"Life?" John shook his head and laughed inexplicably, "You would never have told me so much before."
"Maybe it's because of a feeling." Percy sighed and looked at John, "I feel like you are getting farther and farther away from us."
"I used to be able to stand next to you, but I don't know when I fell one step behind, then the second step, the third step..."
Percy looked at the shadow in the middle, like a chasm separating the two.
"But yesterday, you officiated Cedric's wedding, and I felt like you were back with us again." Percy said, "I'm very happy."
"I'm happy too," John recalled yesterday. "It was a really happy and enjoyable day."
"Tell me, John," Percy stared at John, "will those days ever come back?"
"Will you show up at my wedding?"
Percy walked towards John step by step, "Tell me, what are you going to do, John?"
John looked at the stairs leading to the Magic Tower, he shook his head and said: "I will show up at your wedding, Percy."
"Really?" Percy stopped.
"certainly."
John said with a smile: "I think I haven't missed an appointment yet."
"I will look forward to your arrival," Percy looked complicated, "You don't have to put everything on yourself, you still have us, right?"
"Thank you, Percy."
John walked toward the stairs, stepped on them, and said, "You are very good friends."
Step by step, he walked up the stairs with no end in sight.
Percy watched John's figure gradually disappear before his eyes.
His back became increasingly blurry, until he finally disappeared completely.
Percy stood under the magic tower for a long time. He moved his steps and struggled to leave this empty and lonely tower.
"We're always here, John."
He left his last words, and he didn't know if John could hear them.
On top of the tower.
The throne under the curtain is finally completed.
Black and white owls stand on both sides.
On the empty attic, John walked towards the curtain step by step.
"I need a new chair." He murmured to himself, "A chair that I can sit on and become the Witch King."
Lord of magic, king of wizards.
John reached out to touch the curtain and pulled it away forcefully.
The blood-like red color was pulled away and fell to the ground, turning into a lake of pouring blood.
Standing on the blood lake is a golden throne made of countless wands and swords intertwined.
The Witch King ignited his body with the golden eternal flame, and used the magic stone that created everything as a material.
Symbolizing the cycle of time, it is also the endless magic.
Gold and red symbolize eternity and creation.
Blue and silver symbolize the soul and immortality.
This is the throne that burns all the time, and the throne that walks in time all the time.
It is as inescapable as time.
Eternity is its name.
Loneliness is its meaning.
The Immortal shall sit in it and protect his people forever.
John stretched out his hand to touch, and the eternal throne of the Witch King was calling him.
The magic tower is a super huge amplifier.
The eyes of the starry sky create a temple of thought that covers the world.
This throne can keep John awake and rational forever.
On the throne, he is the omnipotent Witch King.
Apart from…
free.
John took a step forward and his feet were pulled.
He looked down.
Tom bit John's wizard robe and whimpered.
"I know, Tom." John stopped, looked at the beautiful throne, and said, "Now is not the time to sit on it."
"Yes, I know," John stroked Tom's dog's head and looked into those dark eyes, "You don't want to let me go."
Tom lowered his tail, and he sat there, keeping John away from the hated throne.
John smiled.
He picked up Tom and walked outside.
But he stopped and looked back at the eternal Witch King's throne. He understood that some things could not be escaped.
"Dumbledore, you said love is great and unrivaled."
John stood on the platform overlooking the Wizarding City and looked up at the sky.
"Love?"
He doesn't have much time.
Maybe after attending Percy's wedding and the school league, it's time for me to start preparing.
The Witch-King gives everything he has to magic, including himself.
The selfish Slytherin was forced to love the whole world.
What a cruel punishment.
Among the three brothers, the eldest one who thinks he punishes the second and third brothers is the most unchangeable.
Strength is supreme.
John lowered his head, looking down at the earth.
His lips moved slightly.
"John Wick, this last madness must be grasped well."
He seemed to be saying it to himself, and also to the whole world.
Since you have to stay forever, why not let John Wick have a good time before entering the tower.
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Hogwarts has ushered in the busiest time since the school was founded.
School level league.
Ten magic schools from around the world compete on the same stage.
They have Vargadu who is good at shape-shifting.
Mesmer, who studies potions.
Kodosdorez is rich in fortune-tellers.
The school of the greatest alchemist Nicol Flamel, Beauxbatons.
Durmstrang, who is allowed to study black magic.
The Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School participated in the European Magic School Competition for the first time.
Nearly all of them are wizards.
Castrobushe, who cooks barbecue and plays football.
Ilvermorny, who has some friendship with Hogwarts.
Finally, there is Hogwarts, the organizer of the first school-level league.
Delegations from various schools arrived at Hogwarts on October 25th.
Their different appearance methods also opened the eyes of the students at Hogwarts.
Beauxbatons’ rune horse, Durmstrang’s black ship.
There are also the migration of all beasts in Wagadu and the huge black eagle in Banad.
There are so many weird and bizarre ways to see.
Hogwarts students also know that besides Hogwarts, other schools have their own characteristics.
Hagrid changed into beautiful clothes. He trimmed his beard and sprayed some perfume to make himself look less sloppy.
Ms. Maxim walked down from the carriage castle and immediately saw Hagrid, who was corresponding with her in letters.
Out of sight of the students, she gave Hagrid a wink.
Hagrid could hardly stand still.
When the students saw the principal of Mesmer, their eyes widened and they scanned back and forth between Snape and the other party.
