Chapter 549
"The flower of the ultimate abode."
A body indistinguishable from Ariana's appears in the coffin.
This was originally the spell and preparation used by the despicable Herbo to resurrect, but it was an advantage for John.
It also saves him having to think of another solution.
"And the last thing," John looked at Ariana's body, picked up the white Horcrux flower, and blew gently, "soul."
The white flowers turned into petals and flew towards Ariana.
After a long silence.
The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Under the dusk light, the girl opened her eyes as blue as the sky.
Long years passed.
Nearly a century of regret.
Even the greatest wizards can't contain their emotions.
Dumbledore's body was trembling, his old eyes were covered with tears, and he could not clearly see the girl's expression.
But he knew that his sister was back.
The regrets and guilt from a century ago all burst out at this moment.
He was crying like an old scoundrel.
After loving the world for so long, Dumbledore finally let himself be bold for his family.
Ariana woke up again and looked at the old man strangely.
Suddenly, she saw the young man.
As before, she held out her hand.
John was stunned and handed his wand over for him to grab.
"Good afternoon, Ariana."
Ariana seemed to have changed. She summoned up the courage to say, "Afternoon, Joel."
The orange light of dusk hit the side of John's face.
"Need to get reacquainted," John smiled and stretched out his hand, "John Wick, hello, Ariana."
Ariana, her life ended at the age of six and her life ended at the age of fourteen.
At 112 years old, she was given a new lease of life.
John looked back, seeing the purple and blue in his eyes.
Just like in that safe house with nothing, the two people cuddled and relied on each other.
Nagini let go of Credence's hand, ran to John, and took him into her arms.
"What a... gentle king."
Nagini's tears fell on John's shoulders.
The voice full of heartache said, "Are you tired, my king?"
Three time flashes, the king who counts everything.
Lean in my arms and sleep for a while.
you are too tired.
"So, that's quite a bit."
John smiled.
Being reminded like this, John felt the boundless weight coming towards him.
John has no sisters.
In Nagini, he felt a kind of care that was different from maternal love.
You can let go of anything.
Have a peaceful sleep.
Dumbledore?
No matter what, it's none of my business that old scoundrel just wallowing around.
His gaze fell on Credence across Nagini.
In a tone that was familiar to Credence, he said: "Credence, I think I'm a little late."
"Maybe I should call you Dumbledore."
"Haha, three Dumbledores."
"It's hard to tell Dumbledore from Dumbledore..."
He mumbled, eyes already closed, leaning into Nagini's arms.
Credence slowly knelt down on one knee and said with great piety to the murmuring king: "Yes, I have recovered my origin..."
"My king, please let me follow you. This time, I am strong enough."
He lowered his head, which had not been lowered beside Grindelwald, in the sunset.
Dumbledore, Dumbledore, Dumbledore.
A relief to make up for regrets, a piety to find a home, and a dependence after rebirth.
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Chapter 564: Sleepyhead, adopted daughter
John could recover by sleeping for two hours, but this time, in his rare free time, he simply gave himself a holiday.
He kicked out his father who took the trouble to ask him which of the pretty girls was his girlfriend.
Basil and Riddle cooed as John lay on the bed.
Tom flicked his tail and bit through the cabinet with his persistence, causing the two owls to lose their shelter.
Basil was so angry that he chased Tom for several streets with his wings waving.
In the end, it was Mrs. Wick who came forward to save Tom who was about to be concussed by Basil.
Watson secretly opened a crack in the blinds and looked at the parked cars outside. He saw his wife walking back with a dog on her left hand and an owl on her right.
"what is that?"
After catching the two little things that ran away, Mrs. Wick also noticed the cars.
"People from the government," Watson said awkwardly, "I can handle it."
"That sleepyhead hasn't gotten up yet?"
As soon as Watson spoke, he was glared at by Mrs. Wick.
He shut his mouth slyly.
The originally harmonious life of husband and wife has returned to the position of brother in the family.
It’s not Mrs. Wick’s fault.
After all, it is a long thing to write, but in fact, not even a month has passed since the last time John disappeared in Hogwarts.
In less than a month, my son almost died twice.
No mother would be able to accept this.
Now, even if John wants to assassinate the president, Mrs. Wick will buy a plane ticket overnight to go there and deal with it first.
The sound of the TV came over.
Watson immediately walked over with a smile on his face.
The girl holding the bear doll stared at the cat and mouse on the TV.
From time to time, I moved the little bear's hand to give it a sense of participation.
Mrs. Wick came over and leaned on her husband's shoulder, looking at the girl with a motherly smile.
"Actually, I have thought about letting John have a sister."
As a demon hunter, having an unexpected son is already a miracle from God.
When John was three years old, Mrs. Wick's expectant efforts caused Watson to hold his waist and let out a desperate wail at work.
The second miracle did not happen, and Mrs. Wick's efforts were fruitless, so she gradually gave up her desire to raise her daughter.
But Ariana's arrival made Mrs. Wick's desire to raise a daughter start to stir again. She looked at Ariana with bright eyes and whispered: "Look at her, how beautiful she is, like a princess."
Knowing what his wife was thinking, Watson put his arm around her waist and said with a smile, "We have a surprise for John."
Why is Ariana here?
Do you think an old guy who is more than a hundred years old and would even leave a baby on someone else's doorstep in the middle of the night has the ability to take care of Ariana?
If the Dursleys hadn't discovered it in time, Harry would have froze to death outside the door.
So, of course, Ariana followed John back.
And Dumbledore also has his own plans.
In this world, the person who is most familiar with Obscurus is none other than Obscurus.
And the only one who is perfectly silent is John.
There was no better place for Ariana than with John.
Dumbledore's guilt towards Ariana prevented him from educating Ariana well, and he acquiesced in his sister's departure.
When John was in bed for the third day, he finally went downstairs.
As soon as I got there, I was frightened by my dear parents.
"Introduction, this is your sister, Ariana Dumbledore Wick."
John held the adoption documents in his hand and looked up at his parents with bright smiles.
"Are you serious?"
After confirming that this was not a forgery, John put his head in his hands and needed to calm down.
Watson said dissatisfied: "What do you mean? Didn't you bring this poor child back?"
He had a reproachful look on his face, your parents were finally brave for once.
Don't let us lose so completely, okay?
John silently turned his head to look at Ariana, who had come closer because of his arrival. He was speechless and choked with sobs.
"The thing is, she's older than you, Dad."
"What?" Watson's expression froze, and after looking at Ariana carefully for a while, he affirmed, "You must be playing tricks on me."
"Did you forge her birth certificate?" John looked at the birth certificate in the adoption procedure, "1982?"
Watson coughed twice and said, "The procedure is absolutely true. Don't talk nonsense. Besides, even if it's wrong, it's still only a few years old."
Based on John's understanding of his father, he knew without even thinking that Watson himself had used his connections to get it.
He sneered: "1884, what do you think?"
1884?
Watson swallowed hard and said awkwardly: "Are you serious?"
"Anything is possible in the magical world." John said expressionlessly.
Watson himself was dumbfounded.
He couldn't connect the girl in front of him with an old woman who was over a hundred years old.
