I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Why do you look so confident?

Fortunately, Watson didn't hesitate for long. He asked, "Are you going to work at your, uh... magic company today?"

In the past week, Watson, as a father, still found it difficult to accept.

After working hard on his own business, his son started a company a few years ago.

So you are working so hard just to satisfy yourself?

Watson was very depressed.

John nodded, he also wanted to go to Silverhand Manor.

Mrs. Wick brews new jasmine tea, which Daphne sent her.

Tasting tea from the magical world, it seems that there is not much difference from Muggle society.

John finished the bread and went to the basement to reach Silverhand Manor through the fireplace.

Heinrich lived here.

John also came here to check his body.

This is the first person in the wizarding world to die and be resurrected in so many years.

It is not surprising that John, a seventh-level alchemist, personally inspected it.

Perhaps using the elixir as the agent to reshape his physical body, Heinrich's body was filled with vitality.

John watched as Heinrich cut his palm and it quickly healed into a red mark without any magic treatment.

"Amazing."

John created a total of one and a half lives.

The first one is the Bent-Horned Snork, a brand new creature created through a state of rampant magic.

The other half is Heinrich, who used the Holy Grail to create a body and re-accept the soul.

Judging from the current situation, each of them has its own specialness.

After the inspection, John looked out the door, held his forehead and said, "You should think of a way to make Jin not so clingy."

Heinrich's face turned dark and he looked outside, where Jin, who looked like a big golden retriever, was poking his head.

After Heinrich was resurrected, this kid was afraid that he would disappear again.

John said: "I'll give you a holiday, just go out and relax."

Heinrich said expressionlessly: "No need."

"No," John said emphatically, "you need it."

As Edgar the one who caught the light, Heinrich really needed a break.

"Traveling at public expense, I need you to go to the United States and then to France."

John said: "I am going to open another branch, and I need you to communicate the details with Nagini."

Well, this was not just a tour, and Heinrich did not continue to refuse.

After the two left, John leaned back in his chair, looking a little haggard.

He rubbed his eyes, this time it wasn't just color blindness.

His eyes were getting blurry.

If you follow this trend, you may go blind.

"It needs to be checked." John pondered for a while, planning to give himself a comprehensive check.

He stood up, his head spinning.

Holding the table, John looked uncertain.

"what happened?"

Something is very wrong.

Twelve out of ten points are wrong.

John looked at his hand, and a circular mark appeared on it.

The door of things.

What's going on here?

John stared at the circle.

"Very surprised?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears.

He looked up and saw an unexpected person appearing in the study.

grim Reaper.

Not exactly, but reflected in John's eyes.

Death said in that distorted and hoarse voice: "Playing with death never ends well, not to mention, you broke the iron law of the magical world."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the God of Death seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.

"Even the God of Death, who is in charge of life and death, has no authority to resurrect people."

"If you do something that breaks the rules, you need to pay the price."

The God of Death stretched out his finger, obviously not in this world, but John felt his body being touched.

The skeletal finger poked John's chest, and the hoarse voice, which was distorted and could not tell the difference between male and female, said: "You have angered the world."

"You will be punished, and the price is..."

John looked down at his left hand, golden sand flowing out of his arm.

The silver soul and the black soul-eating curse in his right hand are draining away.

In his eyes, black energy and purple energy surged out of his eyes.

"Maybe we'll meet, maybe we won't."

Death waved to John and said: "Farewell, those who play with death and those who challenge the rules."

John felt like his body was being sucked away.

And in the sky at this time.

On the daytime sky, there are traces that seem to be traces caused by collisions.

"Ouch——!"

The howling of wolves sounded in his ears, and John's expression changed.

He seemed to see the white wolf, the disaster of another world, approaching him.

When he opened his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to the one before entering the Object Gate space.

He saw the intersection and collision of worlds, the resulting broken rules, and the span between worlds.

"A true celestial conjunction."

John took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he would be exiled or be exiled by magic.

It seems that his unruly behavior has angered the magic.

Now he either waits to be expelled to another world, or he takes the initiative.

"Since you know that I don't follow the rules, you should be prepared for me to not follow the rules."

John was never one to sit still and wait for death. His eyes changed into vertical pupils and he raised his right hand.

There is an unfinished contract on it.

The Gate of Things outlines a line that intersects with a witch from another world.

Heading to that world?

No, John just wants to use this power in exchange for something.

"Exchange of equal value."

John's eyes flashed with chaos.

The next second, golden flames ignited in his right hand, and a key appeared in his palm.

The second before he was completely exiled, he opened the key to a space.

There is a huge stone monument inside.

John held the locket on his chest and entered the monolith.

The next second, the huge stone monument was destroyed by the power of exile.

When John opened his eyes again, it was endless darkness.

He didn't know where he was, but what was certain was that he was still in his original world.

A footsteps sounded in his ears.

Then came a woman's voice.

"Where did the little wizard come from?"

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Chapter 510 1899, Godric's Hollow

Bathilda Bagshot is a writer.

She has an overwhelming interest in books, including the pursuit of love.

My biggest interest is to organize what I know and find into a note.

This gave her a keen interest in the history of magic.

She was not a stunning beauty when she was young, because she often stayed in the library, but her original beauty was replaced by the title of nerd.

Because she herself is a little slow to respond to other things.

But Bathilda didn't care. She had graduated from that school decades ago.

Things in the past have not been able to change her, and she often stays in her own house.

On this day, the old aunt walked out of the house on a whim. She walked through the neighbor's yard full of morning glories.

See the courtyard, and the closed doors and windows.

Bathilda was filled with compassion.

Not long ago, the children there got out of control and the beautiful woman died.

I once brought a cake to my door to try to become friends with that lady.

It's a pity that the lady didn't take her cake.

Later, the eldest son of that family got his evaluation in a magazine, and the family gradually got in touch with him.

She felt pity for the children of this family. The father left because of his excessive behavior and the mother died.

Three children remained, the youngest of whom was a girl.

Walking from this courtyard, Bathilda walked along a stream and into a quiet woods.

This is a place where few people come, where her tired mind from reading can be fully relaxed.

But today, there was one more person in this quiet and quiet forest.

It was a boy who looked slender and fragile.

His snow-white hair and dull eyes made him look pitiful.

Even old aunt Bathilda, who didn't care much about other things, couldn't help but want to hug this fragile young man at this moment.

She tried to strike up a conversation with the boy.