Chapter 507 I Am Johnny Silverhand
It was a pure white space.
Dumbledore stood there dumbfounded.
Soon, he figured out where he was.
Where life and death wander.
Dumbledore seemed relieved, looking at this familiar place.
Going round and round in the world, he returned to the origin.
That was his former home, and it is also the place he will never forget the most.
Godric's Hollow.
All the important things in Dumbledore's life are inseparable from this place.
Two months when I was young.
The death of my sister.
Harry's parents were also killed here.
"Perhaps I can sit down and rest."
He sat down on a bench. The old man was like a long-time traveler who finally returned to his hometown.
He looked in front of him, as the greatest wizard, his wisdom was equally great.
Thinking back to my youthful self.
The post office over there, the tavern over there, and that chapel.
The stream in Godric's Hollow, with the smell of green grass and humidity.
It was also at that time that I met them.
"them?"
Dumbledore was taken aback suddenly.
A scene pops up in your mind.
It was at the home of the famous historian of magic, Bathilda Bagshot.
Two people stood beside the wooden door frame.
One is Gellert Grindelwald, the great-nephew of Bathilda Bagshot.
Another... another is...
Dumbledore seemed to have had a strong Amnesiac, and he couldn't remember who the other person was.
But as a great wizard, he always has a special way to find memories.
Pensieve at school, here...
"That's it."
He looked at the neighbor's house, which was Bathilda Bagshot's house, which was also Dumbledore's neighbor.
This world is composed of the most profound fragments of Dumbledore's impression.
Therefore, even if Dumbledore doesn't remember it himself, he will still dig it out subconsciously, and it will definitely appear here.
He went in.
Walk into what appears to be a living room.
It was supposed to be dark here, but because of the uniqueness of the world, it became pure white with light.
There was a bowed chest of drawers in the room, on which were many photographs.
There are seven or eight photographs, placed in the tallest and most gorgeous frames.
Dumbledore approached and picked up a picture frame.
It showed a beaming blond boy smiling lollingly at Dumbledore in a silver frame.
This boy made him think back to that summer.
He continued to pick up the next one. On this one, there was another person beside the blond boy.
The person next to him has red hair and bright blue eyes.
They are juxtaposed, both smiling.
That was Dumbledore, young Dumbledore.
Looking at the photos one by one, it was either a blond boy or a young Dumbledore.
At the last one, Dumbledore took it down.
This one was placed at the highest position, and what I saw was a blond boy and a red-haired boy.
But in the back, a touch of snow white appeared in the frame.
That seemed like a kid who didn't want to be photographed.
There are not two people in the frame, but three people.
The blond boy moved his shoulders, as if deliberately revealing the person behind him.
Dumbledore watched carefully as his shoulders moved.
The picture frame in his hand began to disappear, and Dumbledore was taken aback.
Immediately afterwards, everything around him disappeared.
Thinking of a possibility, Dumbledore reached out to touch the photo frame, and those things began to disappear.
The white light in front of his eyes was brilliant, covering the whole world.
The white light disappears.
He opened his eyes slowly.
It was a room with purple draperies in sight.
Madam Pomfrey's surprised voice sounded.
"You're awake, Albus."
Madam Pomfrey finally felt relieved, she said in a rare reproach, "I thought Potter's potion didn't work."
Dumbledore raised his right hand to support his painful forehead, and his right hand faded black, but the last two fingers remained.
He stared blankly at his fingers, feeling extremely complicated inside.
He understood what Harry had done, even if it was something he didn't want to.
Madam Pomfrey was still rambling on.
"You slept in too long, Albus," Madam Pomfrey said, "Hogwarts ends the term early."
"I slept very comfortably," said Dumbledore, stretching his waist. "It makes me, an old man, feel much younger."
Madam Pomfrey didn't give a good face when he interrupted her like this.
She leaves to tell others the good news.
After Dumbledore left Madam Pomfrey, he said with a complicated expression: "Is that so?"
The third person in that frame.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore sighed melancholy.
"Memory fades over time, and it doesn't matter what happened or what didn't happen."
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Regarding the follow-up of the Battle of Hogwarts, it is far from over.
John sat in the Silver Hand Johnny store, reading a newspaper with a scary headline in his hand.
Johnny Silverhand is a Butcher! "
Seeing this headline, John silently put down the newspaper.
Glancing up at Heinrich who was being annoyed by Jin, John was considering whether to let Jin calm down for a while.
"what should we do?"
Tang Michi questioned, "Are you really..."
"Indeed." John didn't deny it, nodded and said, "It's not a secret either."
Even if John admits it, Tang Mi still finds it hard to accept.
My own boss actually ran to a magic school where the neon went out.
The International Wizarding Press accused Johnny Silverhand of his atrocities, calling him a butcher.
The products of the Silver Hand series were also boycotted internationally, and more than 10 people demanded that Johnny Silver Hand be arrested.
And such reports are completely different from John Wick, the hero who killed Voldemort and the real savior.
One side is infinite abuse, and the other side is countless praises.
The two extreme existences turned out to be the same person.
"The Ministry of Magic will award me the Order of Merlin, First Class, in recognition of my contribution."
"The International Federation of Wizards will list Johnny Silverhand as the top ten dark wizards in the world."
John chuckled and said indifferently: "These people are really interesting, aren't they?"
Tang Mi smiled wryly, what's so interesting about this.
The top ten dark wizards in the world are all Grindelwald and Voldemort.
It can be said that there is nothing wrong with entering inside and being called the Dark Lord.
Kill the Dark Lord and become the Dark Lord himself?
Will the dragon slaying warrior eventually become a dragon?
"Is it really good not to respond?" Tang Mi sighed and said, "The equalization of werewolves is also hindered."
"Those pure bloods will become our enemies if they are bitten to death."
"It's okay," John threw the newspaper aside casually, "It's all futile in the face of absolute power."
"I'm waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to completely crush them."
John interlaced his fingers and touched his chin, and said with a chuckle: "Just give them time to dance."
"Opportunity?" Tang Mi asked puzzled, "What opportunity?"
"This opportunity."
John put his finger on the newspaper.
Tang Mi looked over.
John Wick, Who Killed the Dark Lord, Honored at Eight P.M.
Standing up, John went to the closet.
"I should choose a nicer dress," he smiled inexplicably, "after all, there is a very good show, isn't it?"
Tang Mi couldn't see through John more and more.
But he knew that John's appearance meant that he was absolutely sure.
...
Eight o'clock at night.
Countless reporters flooded into the Ministry of Magic.
They're all here for John Wick.
The last time they heard the name, it was at the Blood Demon Potion, where John received the Order of Merlin, Second Class.
At that time, they all felt that this was a rising star in the wizarding world.
But a year later, this new star turned into a bright meteor, flew away from Hogwarts, and became the most sensational and shining star in the wizarding world.
He and Neville Longbottom killed the mighty Voldemort.
In the days when others were still in school, he had become a legend.
The Chocolate Frog Wizard card will record his story, like that of Johnny Silverhand, one becomes a hero and the other a reviled man.
And the birth of a hero can make the appearance of the third Dark Lord speculated by the outside world exciting.
It's almost eight o'clock.
John stepped into the Ministry of Magic.
This time, he was baptized by flashing lights as soon as he entered the room.
But he has always been honored and humiliated, and the award was presented by Batty Sr. himself.
It is not an academic medal, and naturally there is no academic defense of the Wizengamot.
John saw the Longbottoms, and the old Mrs. Longbottom.
They are proud of their son's achievements.
Neville was tense around John, wearing the most stretchy dress Mrs Longbottom had ever ordered.
Old Batty put the Merlin First Class Medal on John's chest, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "What are you going to do about the Magic Institute?"
John also responded in a voice only audible to the two of them, "I'll take care of it."
Old Batty was skeptical, after all, it was a magic school, and its status was equal to that of Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
John shook hands with Batty Sr., and the flashes went on and on again.
Neville stepped forward stiffly, following a process similar to John's.
As the hero who killed Voldemort, the same July Boy.
Now, the wizarding world guessed that perhaps Neville Longbottom was the real savior.
after the award ceremony.
And their interviews.
Neville didn't like the scene very much, John answered calmly.
At the end, someone asked a question.
"As for Johnny Silverhand, some people say that he will become the third Dark Lord, what do you think about it?"
A male reporter wearing a newsboy cap asked the question.
All eyes were on John.
What they want to hear is John Wick's declaration of war on the third Dark Lord, or a motivating 'I'm here' speech.
No matter which one, it can become a piece of breaking news.
Expectant eyes focused on John.
John chuckled, looked at the male reporter, and said calmly.
"I am Johnny Silverhand."
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