MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 843
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 across the corners of the eyes, breaking free from the skin.
The crystal clear and round teardrops are like glass falling into the deep sea.
Broken, merged, and disappeared on the decaying deck.
Why do you cry?
Daphne doesn'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.
Every time she breathed, the scar stung.
Mr. Greengrass asked everyone not to disturb his daughter.
As a father, he felt powerless at this 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 liking, but you can’t get close.
My love is trapped in a high tower, and my heart has fallen into an abyss.
Daphne can never fall in love with a second person in her life.
That person is too good and too perfect.
Even separation is impeccable, even getting close is so painful.
He is not the Dark Lord, nor the White Devil.
He is the Witch King, the Witch King of everyone.
Mr. Greengrass looked at his daughter from a distance.
As a father, he can just protect his daughter.
…
The flames of the magic tower dance.
The mirror-like tower body is jumping with flames.
John's right hand was covered with silver, and he stepped onto 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.
When John saw Tom's anxious look, he chuckled and said, "Tom, I forgot to say hello to you."
Tom lowered his tail.
It didn't want John to 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 eternal Witch King's throne 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 both of them, 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 trembled.
"Hector, Helmer," John looked at the two protoss, "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 said and instructed.
He finally said: "We have to say goodbye."
With a smile on his lips, John slowly sat down.
"goodbye."
Take out the magic blood and drink it.
The magic rampage begins.
He sat on the throne of the Eternal Witch King.
The rampant magic power expanded along with the entire magic tower.
In a place that cannot be seen by the naked eye, chains are 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's like billions of scalpels piercing the body.
The intense pain made John's face look ferocious.
The flickering flames of the magic tower shrank 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.
His skin was engraved with magical lines, and his eyes were filled with magical power.
Every beating of the heart will trigger fluctuations in magic power.
His blood turned into a brilliant golden color, transcending mortal blood.
Is he still a human being?
John didn’t have an answer to this sentence either.
The brain is trembling crazily, as if it is about to collapse.
His consciousness soared infinitely into the sky, beyond the Magic Tower, beyond the Wizarding City, beyond the Magic Kingdom, and beyond the sky.
The consciousness that transcends everything 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 left the magic tower.
The place where I am now is a forest, and the mist is floating like a world of death.
Even John did not 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.
Doesn’t that mean John’s physical death?
"No, no, no, you are still alive."
The voice came.
John turned his head and looked.
The voice came from the swamp.
On the swamp, an old man with a gray beard stood on the boat instead of walking on land.
John has seen that look before.
He walked over and revealed the man's identity in one sentence.
"Merlin."
He looked at Merlin and asked, "Where is this place?"
"Where is it?" Merlin rested his chin on the oar and muttered, "You can call this 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 getting 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 tell the truth.
"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 received.
At the other end of the swamp, an island gradually appeared.
The strange thing is that the islands above the swamp become larger as they get closer.
At first it was only as big as a palm, but as it got closer, the island was as big as the Wizarding 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 and threw one to John, "Didn't you meet other Merlins?"
"I don't know if they have told you that wherever 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 this.
This is something even the Witch King finds ridiculous. Are you Merlin?
