Chapter 748

"Maybe." John shrugged, "I need to become stronger before that."

"I thought the duel with Grindelwald would allow me to cross that limit."

"The battle between life and death can bring out the potential of the human body." Pulling out the Elder Wand, John looked at the raised burl on it, "It seems not enough."

"He is already the strongest, isn't he?"

Percy was a little confused, "No one in the entire magical world is more...wait."

He stared blankly at John's Elder Wand.

The previous owner of this wand.

"Are you really going to do that, John?"

He understood something and said in disbelief: "Fight with him?"

The greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore.

Coming to this conclusion struck Percy as ridiculous.

Because he knew John, even though the old man did not support John sometimes, John never thought of being his enemy.

"The gods have stepped down, Percy."

Stroking the Elder Wand with his fingers, John said calmly: "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

Level 8, somewhere, seems to be waiting there.

Percy nodded, he stood up and saw Penello, and asked John, "Do you need me to do anything?"

"Trust me." John muttered.

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Chapter 758 Collecting the Deathly Hallows

John had two ideas.

One is to go to the limit under the threat of life and death and break the bottleneck.

The second one is the Deathly Hallows.

That's right, there were three things Grindelwald wanted to collect.

The Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and Invisibility Cloak.

A treasure from the three brothers, but also something created by the God of Death.

According to rumors, whoever gets the three treasures will become the master of Death.

John scoffed at this because he had seen the Death guy.

With the resurrection stone in hand, he made a deal with the God of Death to resurrect his friend.

He could feel that some of the rules hidden in the Resurrection Stone were indeed useful.

The Elder Wand's ability to upgrade any magic by one level also made John feel different.

The three treasures combined cannot make Death the master, but they can certainly bring about some changes.

After the International Confederation of Wizards Council.

John went to Silverhand Manor.

Tang Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw John coming back.

"I'm really worried that my lord will deal with Muggles alone."

For Tang Mi, nothing is more important than John's safety.

"How are the werewolves?" John put away the Elder Wand.

Werewolves also actively participated in this war.

And before John arrived, those battles also took their toll on the wizard.

When the werewolf was mentioned, the smile disappeared from Tang Mi's face.

"Werewolves sacrifice a lot."

John was also silent.

The werewolf still lived up to his trust.

After a long moment, John exhaled, "This makes me feel heavy."

Trust is too heavy.

Faced with a group of people who were willing to die for him at any time, he could not use them to achieve some goals with peace of mind.

"Sir, is Grindelwald... dead?" A trace of hatred flashed in Tang Mi's eyes.

This is the answer everyone wants to know.

The result of the decisive battle with Grindelwald during the time when their king disappeared.

Despite seeing the Elder Wand, Tang Mi still longed to hear the answer from John.

The villain who caused trouble in the wizarding world.

"No." John lowered his head and looked at the letter on the table. "He survived and will never appear again."

This is a letter from Crouch.

John opened it and asked: "Will you blame me, Tang Mi?"

"I won't," Tang Mi shook his head and said firmly, "I will only follow you."

Sighing, John said, "I need to get away for a while."

"What do you need me to do?"

Same problem as Percy.

John paused and said, "Trust me."

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"The greatest Minister of Magic, Barty Crouch."

John stood in front of old Batty's tombstone and looked at his friend who was buried here.

He placed his hand on it and patted it gently.

Just like before, he patted Old Barty sitting in the chair.

"I let you down, Old Barty."

Facing this friend, John was filled with guilt.

"I didn't fulfill our agreement."

He put down the flowers he brought with a complicated look on his face, "I should have killed him."

Dumbledore knelt down to prevent John from making a decision.

He looked at Old Barty, feeling overflowing with guilt at this moment.

He took out the Resurrection Stone and looked at the dark stone.

He laughed at himself and said, "Maybe that's why you didn't come to see me."

He couldn't tell whether the Resurrection Stone showed regret or a ghost.

As the holder of the Resurrection Stone, he was unable to see the soul he wanted to see.

"Maybe down there, you're spitting on John Wick," John said. "I understand you, old Barty."

The rain fell along the tombstone, and John did not hold an umbrella.

He needs some quiet time occasionally.

Gestures that cannot be shown around living friends can be shown around dead friends.

Little Barty saw him and silently came to John holding an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

"Sorry, I didn't kill Grindelwald." John didn't look back. He calmly looked at the photo of the family of three under old Barty's tombstone, "You can leave me now."

Little Barty said nothing.

The rain pattered on the umbrella.

The heavy rain showed no intention of stopping, and the wind came with it.

The two of them stayed like this for about fifteen minutes.

Little Barty looked at the photo.

Old Barty had a straight face as usual, while his mother smiled softly.

Little Barty, who just entered school, tried hard to show off the manners he should have as the only son of the Crouch family.

As the shutter is pressed, the photo freezes for those few seconds.

"I saw my father." Little Barty began. "When I was dying in the Himalayas, I saw my parents. I was greedy for my mother's arms and begged them to take me away from this painful place. "

John listened quietly.

"But they wouldn't let me go," said little Barty, looking away from the photo and focusing on the young and tired side face, "I was very sad, angry, and scared."

He spoke calmly, but there was some trembling in his tone.

"I told them there was no place for me in this world."

"But my father said: What about John Wick?"

Little Barty paused, and John's eyes flashed.

"Father told me that the second king who defeated Voldemort needs me."

"He told me the things I'd been avoiding."

"Yes, I have looked to that young boy as my guide."

"I didn't even notice it."

"My father finally told me," Little Barty slowly knelt down, put his right hand to his heart, and looked at the king in front of him, "go be yourself and put down Crouch."

"You always thought that it was hatred that carried me forward and allowed me to continue to live."

"Great King, you are wrong. This is the first time you have made a mistake in front of me."

A smile appeared on Barty's lips, he lowered his head and said in a pious tone: "I live for you, Barty Crouch, and I have long been a believer in the king."

John never knew this.

The rain slowly stopped, and the last drop of rain hit the tombstone, causing a splash.

John looked up.

The sun pierced the gloomy clouds and fell on his face.

The sunshine after the rain is not dazzling.

He murmured: "Is that so?"

It turns out that some people already regard the king as their life.

The king who cannot make everyone happy is too harsh on himself.

A smile appeared on his lips, he stood up and stretched, "Your trust still feels heavy."

"That's the weight that I can feel because I cherish it." Little Barty raised his head and looked up at the king of sunshine after the rain.

The king who can feel the weight is the one the magic world expects.

A person who wastes trust cannot become a great king.

John smiled slightly and reached out to touch old Batty's tombstone.

"Is it because of trust?"

Little Barty bowed and said, "What do you need me to do?"