Chapter 509 Exile, playing with the price of death
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John rubbed his eyes, looking at the black and white picture in front of him, he sighed.
"Are you colorblind?"
The world loses its color.
John also found out after getting up in the morning.
He thought he was exhausted, but now it seems that this is the price of magic.
"Before, my right eye was blurred, but luckily it didn't make me completely blind."
Just becoming colorblind, John consoled himself.
Basil flew into the room, tilting his head.
Riddle flew next to it, cooing.
John took out the dried fish and put it in front of the two owls. The third owl, Gray Owl Kiki, flew in and was kicked out by Basil.
Obviously, Qiqi, who is a fire dragon, is not qualified to have dinner with the two big brothers.
John came down to the attic where Watson was looking at an envelope.
It has been a week since Hogwarts left, and Watson still has something to say.
"I arranged twenty heavy firepower with Chicago typewriters in hand, three Gatlings and one acquired tank at the school gate."
Watson smacked his lips, but regretfully said: "There is also an armed helicopter, which was borrowed by your grandfather in Maoxiong Kingdom, and there is no chance to use it."
John looked at his father silently.
With the current situation in Maoxiong Kingdom, apart from the influence of his grandfather in Maoxiong, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept an armed helicopter.
I just didn't expect that my father would bring all these things in.
"Not to mention how the helicopter came in, but where did you buy your tank?"
"There is an American immigrant named Yuri Olov. He is known as the king of war. There is nothing he can't do."
Watson shrugged and said, "I also have some business dealings with him."
"Aren't you going to open a hotel?" John asked in surprise.
"The hotel needs some security measures." Watson said, but people couldn't help but wonder what level of security measures this was.
Watson sat on the sofa and said with emotion: "Magic is really amazing. I thought the house was bombed, but it turned out to be fine."
Wick's house was bombed once, and Watson thought he was going to sleep on the street.
As a result, John moved his wand and the place was repaired.
They announced to the outside world that they found a very reliable construction company.
Believe it or not, the Dursleys believed it anyway.
They went out to eat a good meal, to celebrate their family's holiday this year and no longer have to spend it with Harry in fear.
The magic of love needs to spend enough time in the Dursleys before adulthood, but now that Voldemort is dead, the magic of love does not need to be renewed.
Petunia had mixed feelings, but Vernon was just plain happy.
Yesterday Vernon came to the door in person and delivered a roasted turkey to the Wick family.
As for the taste of the turkey, that is a matter of opinion.
At one point, John felt, they ate turkey simply because it was cheap and plentiful.
Sitting down to eat breakfast, John stared at the two kinds of jams in front of him.
Unfortunately, my own jam jars look exactly the same, and the label on it was torn off by a middle-aged man who had nothing to do.
One blue, one red.
Blueberry and Strawberry flavors.
And the middle-aged man was reaching out to John for strawberry jam at the moment.
John hesitated again and again, and passed the bottle on the left to Watson.
Watson didn't doubt that he was there. Looking at the letter in his hand, he spread jam on the bread.
A few seconds passed.
Watson looked suspiciously at the blueberry jam in his hand, and looked up at John's calm expression.
He wondered if his son did it on purpose.
He asked tentatively, "Did you do it on purpose, or did you accidentally?"
"Not careful." John said without changing his face.
He had already seen the truth from Watson's expression.
Watson stared at the blueberry jam.
careless?
Why do you look so righteous on your face?
Fortunately, Watson didn't struggle for long, he asked: "Today are you going to work at your... magic company?"
In the past week, Watson, as the father, still had some difficulty accepting it.
I worked hard to start a business, but my son started the company a few years ago.
So I worked so hard, just to satisfy myself?
Watson was very depressed.
John nodded, he still has to go to Silverhand Manor.
Mrs. Wick was making new jasmine tea, which Daphne had sent her.
Tasting the tea of the wizarding world, it seems that there is not much difference from Muggle society.
After John finished the bread, he went to the basement and arrived at Silverhand Manor through the fireplace.
Heinrich lives here.
John also came over to check his body.
This is the first person in the wizarding world to be completely dead and resurrected in so many years.
It is not surprising that John, a seventh-level alchemist, personally inspected it.
Perhaps using the elixir as the main body to reshape the flesh, Heinrich's body is full of vitality.
John watched Heinrich cut his palm, and without magical treatment, it quickly healed into a red mark.
"Amazing."
John created a total of one and a half lives.
The first one is the horned snoring beast, a brand new creation created through the state of magic runaway.
Half is Heinrich, using the Holy Grail to create a body to re-accept the soul.
Judging from the current situation, each half has its own special features.
After the inspection, John looked out the door, held his forehead and said, "You should think of a way to make Jin less clingy."
Heinrich's face darkened, and he looked outside. Jin, who was like a big golden hair, was poking his head there.
After Heinrich was resurrected, this kid was afraid that he would disappear again.
John said: "Let me give you a vacation, just go out and relax."
Heinrich said blankly: "No need."
"No," John said earnestly, "you need it."
As Edgar's catcher of the light, Heinrich did need a break.
"On public travel, I need you to go to America once, and then to France."
John said: "I am going to open another branch, and I need you to communicate with Nagini about the details."
Well, this is not a simple tour, and Heinrich did not continue to refuse.
After the two left, John leaned back in his chair, feeling a little haggard.
He rubbed his eyes, not just colorblind this time.
His eyes were getting blurry.
According to this trend, I may go blind.
"It needs to be checked." John pondered for a while, planning to give himself a comprehensive inspection.
He stood up, dazed.
Holding on to the table, John looked uncertain.
"what happened?"
It's not right.
There is something very wrong with it.
John looked at his hand, and a circular mark appeared on it.
The gate of things.
What's going on here?
John stared at the circle.
"Very surprised?"
A voice suddenly sounded in the ear.
He looked up, and an unexpected person appeared in the study.
grim Reaper.
Rather than appearing, it was reflected in John's eyes, to be precise.
Death said in that distorted and hoarse voice: "Playing with death has never ended well, not to mention, you have broken the iron law of the magical world."
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the god of death seems to be gloating.
"Even the god of death, who is in charge of life and death, has no right to resurrect people."
"If you do something that breaks the rules, you need to pay the price."
Death stretched out his finger, obviously not in this world, but John felt his body being touched.
The skeleton finger poked John's chest, and the hoarse voice, distorted and indistinguishable from male and female, said, "You have angered the world."
"You will be punished, and the price is..."
John looked down at his left hand, golden sand flowing out of his arm.
The silver soul and the black soul-eating curse in the right hand are disappearing.
In his eyes, black air and purple air gushed out of his eyes.
"Maybe we'll meet, maybe we won't."
Death waved at John and said, "Farewell, those who play with death and those who challenge the rules."
John felt his body being sucked away.
And at this time in the sky.
On the sky of the day, there are traces, which seem to be traces produced by collisions.
"Ouch--!"
The howling of wolves sounded in his ears, and John's expression changed.
He seemed to see the white wolf, the disaster of another world, approaching him.
Opening his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to the space before entering the door of things.
He saw the intersection and collision of the world, the resulting rules were broken, and the span between worlds was created.
"A true celestial sphere convergence."
John took a deep breath, he didn't expect that he would be exiled, or be exiled by magic.
It seems that his unruly behavior has annoyed Magic.
He was now either waiting to be banished to another world, or he was taking the initiative.
"Since you know that I don't obey the rules, then you must be prepared for me to be unruly."
John was never one to sit still, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and he raised his right hand.
There is also an unfinished deed on it.
The Gate of Things outlines a line that intersects with a witch from another world.
To that world?
No, John just wants to exchange this power for something.
"Equivalent exchange."
A chaotic light flickered in John's eyes.
In the next second, a golden flame ignited in his right hand, and a key appeared in his palm.
One second before being completely exiled, he opened a space with the key.
There is a huge stone monument inside.
John held the locket on his chest and entered the Stone Monument.
In the next second, the giant stone tablet was destroyed by the force of exile.
When John opened his eyes again, it was endless darkness.
He doesn't know where he is, but what is certain is that he is still in the original world.
A footstep sounded in his ear.
Then came a woman's voice.
"Where is the little wizard?"
...
"Are you colorblind?"
The world loses its color.
John also found out after getting up in the morning.
He thought he was exhausted, but now it seems that this is the price of magic.
"Before, my right eye was blurred, but luckily it didn't make me completely blind."
Just becoming colorblind, John consoled himself.
Basil flew into the room, tilting his head.
Riddle flew next to it, cooing.
John took out the dried fish and put it in front of the two owls. The third owl, Gray Owl Kiki, flew in and was kicked out by Basil.
Obviously, Qiqi, who is a fire dragon, is not qualified to have dinner with the two big brothers.
John came down to the attic where Watson was looking at an envelope.
It has been a week since Hogwarts left, and Watson still has something to say.
"I arranged twenty heavy firepower with Chicago typewriters in hand, three Gatlings and one acquired tank at the school gate."
Watson smacked his lips, but regretfully said: "There is also an armed helicopter, which was borrowed by your grandfather in Maoxiong Kingdom, and there is no chance to use it."
John looked at his father silently.
With the current situation in Maoxiong Kingdom, apart from the influence of his grandfather in Maoxiong, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept an armed helicopter.
I just didn't expect that my father would bring all these things in.
"Not to mention how the helicopter came in, but where did you buy your tank?"
"There is an American immigrant named Yuri Olov. He is known as the king of war. There is nothing he can't do."
Watson shrugged and said, "I also have some business dealings with him."
"Aren't you going to open a hotel?" John asked in surprise.
"The hotel needs some security measures." Watson said, but people couldn't help but wonder what level of security measures this was.
Watson sat on the sofa and said with emotion: "Magic is really amazing. I thought the house was bombed, but it turned out to be fine."
Wick's house was bombed once, and Watson thought he was going to sleep on the street.
As a result, John moved his wand and the place was repaired.
They announced to the outside world that they found a very reliable construction company.
Believe it or not, the Dursleys believed it anyway.
They went out to eat a good meal, to celebrate their family's holiday this year and no longer have to spend it with Harry in fear.
The magic of love needs to spend enough time in the Dursleys before adulthood, but now that Voldemort is dead, the magic of love does not need to be renewed.
Petunia had mixed feelings, but Vernon was just plain happy.
Yesterday Vernon came to the door in person and delivered a roasted turkey to the Wick family.
As for the taste of the turkey, that is a matter of opinion.
At one point, John felt, they ate turkey simply because it was cheap and plentiful.
Sitting down to eat breakfast, John stared at the two kinds of jams in front of him.
Unfortunately, my own jam jars look exactly the same, and the label on it was torn off by a middle-aged man who had nothing to do.
One blue, one red.
Blueberry and Strawberry flavors.
And the middle-aged man was reaching out to John for strawberry jam at the moment.
John hesitated again and again, and passed the bottle on the left to Watson.
Watson didn't doubt that he was there. Looking at the letter in his hand, he spread jam on the bread.
A few seconds passed.
Watson looked suspiciously at the blueberry jam in his hand, and looked up at John's calm expression.
He wondered if his son did it on purpose.
He asked tentatively, "Did you do it on purpose, or did you accidentally?"
"Not careful." John said without changing his face.
He had already seen the truth from Watson's expression.
Watson stared at the blueberry jam.
careless?
Why do you look so righteous on your face?
Fortunately, Watson didn't struggle for long, he asked: "Today are you going to work at your... magic company?"
In the past week, Watson, as the father, still had some difficulty accepting it.
I worked hard to start a business, but my son started the company a few years ago.
So I worked so hard, just to satisfy myself?
Watson was very depressed.
John nodded, he still has to go to Silverhand Manor.
Mrs. Wick was making new jasmine tea, which Daphne had sent her.
Tasting the tea of the wizarding world, it seems that there is not much difference from Muggle society.
After John finished the bread, he went to the basement and arrived at Silverhand Manor through the fireplace.
Heinrich lives here.
John also came over to check his body.
This is the first person in the wizarding world to be completely dead and resurrected in so many years.
It is not surprising that John, a seventh-level alchemist, personally inspected it.
Perhaps using the elixir as the main body to reshape the flesh, Heinrich's body is full of vitality.
John watched Heinrich cut his palm, and without magical treatment, it quickly healed into a red mark.
"Amazing."
John created a total of one and a half lives.
The first one is the horned snoring beast, a brand new creation created through the state of magic runaway.
Half is Heinrich, using the Holy Grail to create a body to re-accept the soul.
Judging from the current situation, each half has its own special features.
After the inspection, John looked out the door, held his forehead and said, "You should think of a way to make Jin less clingy."
Heinrich's face darkened, and he looked outside. Jin, who was like a big golden hair, was poking his head there.
After Heinrich was resurrected, this kid was afraid that he would disappear again.
John said: "Let me give you a vacation, just go out and relax."
Heinrich said blankly: "No need."
"No," John said earnestly, "you need it."
As Edgar's catcher of the light, Heinrich did need a break.
"On public travel, I need you to go to America once, and then to France."
John said: "I am going to open another branch, and I need you to communicate with Nagini about the details."
Well, this is not a simple tour, and Heinrich did not continue to refuse.
After the two left, John leaned back in his chair, feeling a little haggard.
He rubbed his eyes, not just colorblind this time.
His eyes were getting blurry.
According to this trend, I may go blind.
"It needs to be checked." John pondered for a while, planning to give himself a comprehensive inspection.
He stood up, dazed.
Holding on to the table, John looked uncertain.
"what happened?"
It's not right.
There is something very wrong with it.
John looked at his hand, and a circular mark appeared on it.
The gate of things.
What's going on here?
John stared at the circle.
"Very surprised?"
A voice suddenly sounded in the ear.
He looked up, and an unexpected person appeared in the study.
grim Reaper.
Rather than appearing, it was reflected in John's eyes, to be precise.
Death said in that distorted and hoarse voice: "Playing with death has never ended well, not to mention, you have broken the iron law of the magical world."
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the god of death seems to be gloating.
"Even the god of death, who is in charge of life and death, has no right to resurrect people."
"If you do something that breaks the rules, you need to pay the price."
Death stretched out his finger, obviously not in this world, but John felt his body being touched.
The skeleton finger poked John's chest, and the hoarse voice, distorted and indistinguishable from male and female, said, "You have angered the world."
"You will be punished, and the price is..."
John looked down at his left hand, golden sand flowing out of his arm.
The silver soul and the black soul-eating curse in the right hand are disappearing.
In his eyes, black air and purple air gushed out of his eyes.
"Maybe we'll meet, maybe we won't."
Death waved at John and said, "Farewell, those who play with death and those who challenge the rules."
John felt his body being sucked away.
And at this time in the sky.
On the sky of the day, there are traces, which seem to be traces produced by collisions.
"Ouch--!"
The howling of wolves sounded in his ears, and John's expression changed.
He seemed to see the white wolf, the disaster of another world, approaching him.
Opening his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to the space before entering the door of things.
He saw the intersection and collision of the world, the resulting rules were broken, and the span between worlds was created.
"A true celestial sphere convergence."
John took a deep breath, he didn't expect that he would be exiled, or be exiled by magic.
It seems that his unruly behavior has annoyed Magic.
He was now either waiting to be banished to another world, or he was taking the initiative.
"Since you know that I don't obey the rules, then you must be prepared for me to be unruly."
John was never one to sit still, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and he raised his right hand.
There is also an unfinished deed on it.
The Gate of Things outlines a line that intersects with a witch from another world.
To that world?
No, John just wants to exchange this power for something.
"Equivalent exchange."
A chaotic light flickered in John's eyes.
In the next second, a golden flame ignited in his right hand, and a key appeared in his palm.
One second before being completely exiled, he opened a space with the key.
There is a huge stone monument inside.
John held the locket on his chest and entered the Stone Monument.
In the next second, the giant stone tablet was destroyed by the force of exile.
When John opened his eyes again, it was endless darkness.
He doesn't know where he is, but what is certain is that he is still in the original world.
A footstep sounded in his ear.
Then came a woman's voice.
"Where is the little wizard?"
...
