I wield a sword at Hogwarts

She stared at the light and picked up the Stars Badge.

What she expected didn't happen.

There is no message inside the badge.

Silent tears streaked down the corners of my eyes, breaking free from my skin.

The crystal clear and round teardrops are like glass falling into the deep sea.

Shattered, merged, disappeared on the decaying deck.

Why do you cry?

Daphne didn't know.

Maybe this is the witch's intuition, she understands that she may never see that person again.

The person who makes people full of regrets.

A scar seemed to be torn open in her soul.

The scar stung every time she breathed.

Mr. Greengrass asked everyone to leave his daughter alone.

As a father, he felt powerless at the moment.

"This is what I don't want to see, my daughter."

Mr. Greengrass sighed deeply.

That is something even more unsolvable than a curse.

It's called love, but you can't love it.

It's called love, but you can't get close.

My love is trapped in a tower, and my heart is in the abyss.

Daphne could not fall in love with another person in her life.

That person is so good, so perfect.

Even the separation is impeccable, and even the closeness is so painful.

He is not the Dark Lord, nor the White Lord.

He is the Witch King, the Witch King of all people.

Mr. Greengrass looked at his daughter from a distance.

As a father, he just needs to protect his daughter.

…

The magic tower flames dance.

The mirror-like tower body is jumping with flames.

With his right hand covered in silver, John ascends to the throne of the Eternal Witch-King.

The golden flame cannot wait to welcome its owner.

Tom suddenly became excited and saw John preparing to sit on the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

The dog barked anxiously.

Seeing Tom's anxious look, John chuckled and said, "Tom, I forgot to say hello to you."

Tom lowered his tail.

It was unwilling to let John sit on it.

John wanted to rub Tom's lost dog head, but unfortunately he couldn't do it now.

Golden flames wrapped around John's body, and the throne of the Eternal Witch King exuded magic that no one could resist.

"Basil, beat Tom less, and stop beating the owl all the time."

After Basil heard it, he didn't know whether he heard it or not. He just buried his head under his wings.

"Riddle, although you are smaller than them both, you are the most stable," John told Riddle again, "When I am not around, you take good care of them and don't let them get hurt."

Riddle nodded, but the long-eared owl's feathers quivered.

"Hector, Helmer," John looked at the two stars, "During my absence, protect the wizard city, and you can also go and play with those of the same kind."

The little star spirits stood under the stairs of the throne of the Eternal Witch King. They lowered their heads and lost their former vitality.

This is the last command of the Creator.

Everything has been told and told.

"We're saying goodbye," he concluded.

With a smile on his lips, John slowly sat down.

"goodbye."

Take out the magic blood and drink it.

The magic rampage begins.

He sits on the throne of the Eternal Witch-King.

The rampant magic power expanded along with the entire magic tower.

Invisible to the naked eye, chains were wrapped around John's body.

this moment.

He is the Witch King.

The eyes turned into vertical pupils, with black, gold, and purple dancing in them.

Golden flames wrapped around his body and entered his body from his skin.

It was like billions of scalpels piercing the body.

The intense pain made John's expression become ferocious.

The flickering flames of the magic tower contracted rapidly and surged towards John's body.

All flames disappear.

John closed his eyes.

…

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Chapter 851 Utopia, Merlin

At this moment, the existence of the Witch King is connected with magic.

Magic lines were engraved on his skin, and magic power was poured into his eyes.

Every beating of the heart will trigger fluctuations in magic power.

His blood turned into a brilliant golden color, transcending mortal blood.

Still a human being?

John didn't have an answer to this sentence either.

The brain was trembling wildly, as if it was about to collapse.

His consciousness ascends infinitely, beyond the Magic Tower, beyond the Wizarding City, beyond the Magic Kingdom, and beyond the sky.

Awareness that transcends everything and makes everything slow down.

A second in the eyes of ordinary people may be a day or a year in John's case, or it may be longer.

He opened his eyes again and looked around.

He has escaped from the magic tower.

The place where I am now is a forest, and the mist is floating like a world of death.

Even John didn't expect such a turn of events.

"Is it because my spirit has been sublimated and I have completely transcended the world?" John wondered to himself.

Wouldn’t that mean John’s physical death?

"No, no, you're still alive."

came the voice.

John turned to look.

The voice came from the swamp.

On the swamp, an old man with a gray beard stood on the boat without stepping onto the land.

John had seen that look before.

He walked over and revealed the man's identity.

"Merlin."

He looked at Merlin and asked, "Where is this?"

"Where is it?" Merlin rested his chin on the oar and said thoughtfully, "You can call it Apple City, or of course you can call it Utopia."

"Utopia, Avalon?" John's eyes changed.

The legendary Utopia where Merlin is located.

"Are you the real Merlin?" After receiving this result, John felt a little ridiculous.

Have you ascended to your ideal land?

"You can also call me that." Merlin shrugged, "I don't know either."

John looked at Merlin's appearance and couldn't help but shake his head. These old wizards always like to show off.

"Okay, young Witch King, do you choose to stand here, or come with me across the swamp?"

Merlin looked around and extended the invitation, then whispered: "If you miss this opportunity, there will be no other opportunity."

John glanced around and walked onto the boat.

Merlin's extradition was probably the highest level of welcome John had ever encountered.

At the other end of the swamp, an island gradually appeared.

Oddly enough, the islands above the swamp get larger the closer they get.

At first it was only as big as a palm, but as it gradually got closer, the island was as big as the wizard's city.

The boat hit the shore. Merlin jumped onto the shore and stretched out his hand to pull John.

"So I came to this place because of my spiritual detachment?" John did not forget his question. He watched Merlin pick a beautiful apple and put it directly into his mouth, and asked, "Why is this?"

"Because this is where all magic can go."

Merlin chewed an apple in his mouth and threw one to John, "Didn't you meet other Merlins?"

"I don't know if they told you that where there is magic, there is Merlin."

John muttered: "You are the God of Magic."

"It's just that someone else got it," Merlin said with a smile, "You can also be Merlin."

"Me?" John was stunned.

"Yes," Merlin stretched out his finger and said, "You break the limits of magic, learn magic from magical creatures, and learn the language of dragons."

"Look, you can be Merlin too."

John couldn't understand what he said.

This is something that even the Witch King finds ridiculous. Is he Merlin?