Chapter 716
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
A rare guest came to Silverhand Manor.
Greengrass' head of family, Mr. Greenglass.
This handsome uncle with a business mind rarely comes to Silver Hand Manor.
Basically Mr. Greengrass wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a banquet or something.
what is the reason?
This can be seen in the complex and admiring eyes every time he sees John.
The reason for his admiration is simple.
The second king is never among the weak.
This young man established the second dynasty single-handedly, making people willing to move forward behind him.
But Mr. Greengrass is still complicated when he thinks about his daughter who rolls around on the bed and makes strange laughs.
This time his arrival was not for his daughter.
But because of the black owl that appeared at home yesterday.
"This place makes people feel lonely."
The cold and lonely atmosphere of the Silverhand Manor when not in the banquet is the main color, lingering on Mr. Greengrass.
He has seen the bright lights here, where all kinds of dignitaries and outstanding wizards exchange cups and drinks here, and the second king tells his bold words and ambitions, making countless people surrender at his feet.
He has also seen that the second king is high-spirited, and he is here to deal with the traitor lightly. The powerful power is fascinating.
But now he was looking at the king in the huge empty hall with no one around him.
A sense of distance spanned between the two.
This made him a little dazed. It seemed that he could not see the existence of other people by the second king's side.
Mr. Greengrass said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency Wick."
"I thought you had my letter, Mr. Greenglass."
John smiled: "I hope you can get that done."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Greengrass hesitated, "Prepare for war."
Yes, prepare for a war.
John is going to do something big.
He wanted to use Greengrass' cargo fleet to build himself an army that could surprise Muggle sea power.
This kind of thinking has never been seen in the wizarding world.
"We can't avoid war," John said lightly, rubbing the ring, "The weak will be destroyed."
"A war shows our strength enough to be eligible for negotiation."
John said calmly: "In the history of Muggles, peace has always been carried out under the aegis of power."
"Even if we express goodwill, it will still attract the covetousness of others."
After Mr. Greengrass listened, he said solemnly: "Is this war inevitable?"
What responded to him was John's undeniable voice.
"Muggles are greedier than you think."
There is no shame in being greedy.
energy.
Gold, magic crystals.
Rare magical animals, exotic magic materials, special medical conditions.
These are enough.
We all know that where there is oil, mold grows.
They wage wars over these resources.
And the wizarding world is well suited to their conditions for war.
An excuse for war?
No, these were never issues.
As long as he sees your resources, a bag of washing powder can also become an extremely dangerous biochemical weapon in their mouths.
John is ready for anything.
When all this comes, the fist will make those greedy mouths hurt with an unrivaled gesture.
Show enough strength, and the whole world will talk to you well.
The Greengrass family has a fleet of soul lamps, which John wants to use as a weapon.
Compared with those weapons of Muggles, wizards also need to show the power of magic.
Mr. Greenglass felt a little heavy.
As a businessman, he understands the greed of the rich better.
Perhaps ordinary people will imagine their future happiness after three meals a day are satisfied, while rich people will endlessly make themselves richer after being rich.
This is true for the rich, and even more so for those countries.
Bullying countries that are weaker than them does not make them scruples.
So Mr. Greengrass understands that what he needs to do is to obey the second king's order.
He needs to secretly form an army belonging to the wizarding world.
"I see, Your Excellency Wick."
Mr. Greengrass nodded. He needed some support.
And these supports, John can give him.
After discussing some specific matters, Mr. Greengrass left.
Before leaving, he glanced at John again.
"You will be very tired, Daphne." Thinking of his daughter's thoughts, Mr. Greengrass couldn't help but sigh.
The second king has too many burdens.
That's the whole world.
Just being close to him would suffocate people, let alone standing with him?
Mr. Greengrass is troubled by his daughter's choice.
Such a hell of an opening choice.
Especially when he had another platinum-haired guy in his head, and that face that attracted so much hate.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his fist hardened unconsciously.
He felt that he needed to go home and find his wife to comfort him.
Otherwise, he was afraid of his own heart and couldn't bear the fact that his youngest daughter would be with that guy after graduation.
The Greenglass family's carriage leaves Silverhand Manor.
After Mr. Greengrass left, John took out the "Book of Darkness" and read it.
"I need some magic, powerful and wide-reaching."
There was a glint in his eyes.
Flowers bloom on fertile soil, and fertile soil is made of flesh and blood.
War kills wizards, but that is a necessary sacrifice.
Without that flesh and blood, flowers cannot bloom.
A future belonging to the wizarding world will not emerge.
"We're going to take the place of justice, aren't you right, Professor Snape." John looked back, and Snape came out.
He heard it.
About the war that was being planned, a war that might kill wizards.
"John Wick." Snape looked complicated.
"You are doing things that have stepped into the abyss." Snape drew a long tone, but this time, he didn't mean to be sarcastic, but more of an emotion that people couldn't see clearly, "Won't you regret it? "
"Regret?" John chuckled, "That's not what I should do."
"Minority and majority, your choice feels inhuman." Snape walked over.
"I'm not the saint you expected, am I?" John sat on the sofa imposingly, he didn't mean to get up, "I'm not in the justice lineup, you should know."
"Just like now."
John raised his hand, and the Slytherin locket opened.
The dark resurrection stone flew out.
The Deathly Hallows that countless people coveted was quietly placed in his hands.
"You should know what a vicious curse this is." John rubbed his fingers against the resurrection stone, and said indifferently, "Shouldn't this kind of curse be called evil?"
Snape's eyes were fixed on the resurrection stone.
Everyone who longs for the resurrection stone is a person full of regrets.
As a genius who could create powerful spells while in school, how could Snape not be aware of the viciousness of this spell.
The regretful scar was silent in the heart, and after it was reopened, it was overflowing blood that could never heal again.
John looked at him and asked, "Are you sure, my dear Dean?"
"You can also choose to stop." John said.
"If it's a glass of poisoned wine," Snape said reverently without the obnoxious ambiguity of Hogwarts, "then let me die here."
The obsession settled in Snape's mind when Voldemort went to the Potters' house.
That wound that won't heal is still bleeding.
He has no fear of pain.
"That will be as you wish, Severus Snape, a humble, poor man." John slowly grasped the Resurrection Stone.
Then, center on John.
A strange wave oscillated out.
In Snape's eyes, the person he was thinking about gradually appeared.
At that moment, Slytherin surrendered to Voldemort, who never showed half of it.
There is a sadness that cannot be ignored.
The wound was bleeding, torn, stuffed, a guilt, a sadness.
John stood up, and Snape had completely ignored the powerful leader of the International Federation of Wizards and the Second King of the Second Dynasty.
In his eyes, there was only that woman who was the same as the last time he had seen.
His body trembled slightly, his hands were sometimes raised and sometimes lowered.
He wanted to get close, but he was too humble to go over.
This is the truest fantasy and the most absurd.
It will be punctured if touched.
At least for now, Snape hoped she really did.
John looked at his dean, he didn't mean to joke.
He walked out of the hall slowly, leaving time for Snape.
before the gate is completely closed.
John faintly heard the tearful confession and apology.
Today is February 4.
and so……
"Happy April Fool's Day, Severus Snape, but...you don't laugh at the joke."
John stepped outside and said to himself: "It seems that my talent for making jokes is incomparable to that of Fred and George."
The Weasley twins' April Fool's Day can always make people laugh when they are angry, but John can only make people cry and confess.
The gate is closed and no one knows what's inside.
...
Greengrass' head of family, Mr. Greenglass.
This handsome uncle with a business mind rarely comes to Silver Hand Manor.
Basically Mr. Greengrass wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a banquet or something.
what is the reason?
This can be seen in the complex and admiring eyes every time he sees John.
The reason for his admiration is simple.
The second king is never among the weak.
This young man established the second dynasty single-handedly, making people willing to move forward behind him.
But Mr. Greengrass is still complicated when he thinks about his daughter who rolls around on the bed and makes strange laughs.
This time his arrival was not for his daughter.
But because of the black owl that appeared at home yesterday.
"This place makes people feel lonely."
The cold and lonely atmosphere of the Silverhand Manor when not in the banquet is the main color, lingering on Mr. Greengrass.
He has seen the bright lights here, where all kinds of dignitaries and outstanding wizards exchange cups and drinks here, and the second king tells his bold words and ambitions, making countless people surrender at his feet.
He has also seen that the second king is high-spirited, and he is here to deal with the traitor lightly. The powerful power is fascinating.
But now he was looking at the king in the huge empty hall with no one around him.
A sense of distance spanned between the two.
This made him a little dazed. It seemed that he could not see the existence of other people by the second king's side.
Mr. Greengrass said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency Wick."
"I thought you had my letter, Mr. Greenglass."
John smiled: "I hope you can get that done."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Greengrass hesitated, "Prepare for war."
Yes, prepare for a war.
John is going to do something big.
He wanted to use Greengrass' cargo fleet to build himself an army that could surprise Muggle sea power.
This kind of thinking has never been seen in the wizarding world.
"We can't avoid war," John said lightly, rubbing the ring, "The weak will be destroyed."
"A war shows our strength enough to be eligible for negotiation."
John said calmly: "In the history of Muggles, peace has always been carried out under the aegis of power."
"Even if we express goodwill, it will still attract the covetousness of others."
After Mr. Greengrass listened, he said solemnly: "Is this war inevitable?"
What responded to him was John's undeniable voice.
"Muggles are greedier than you think."
There is no shame in being greedy.
energy.
Gold, magic crystals.
Rare magical animals, exotic magic materials, special medical conditions.
These are enough.
We all know that where there is oil, mold grows.
They wage wars over these resources.
And the wizarding world is well suited to their conditions for war.
An excuse for war?
No, these were never issues.
As long as he sees your resources, a bag of washing powder can also become an extremely dangerous biochemical weapon in their mouths.
John is ready for anything.
When all this comes, the fist will make those greedy mouths hurt with an unrivaled gesture.
Show enough strength, and the whole world will talk to you well.
The Greengrass family has a fleet of soul lamps, which John wants to use as a weapon.
Compared with those weapons of Muggles, wizards also need to show the power of magic.
Mr. Greenglass felt a little heavy.
As a businessman, he understands the greed of the rich better.
Perhaps ordinary people will imagine their future happiness after three meals a day are satisfied, while rich people will endlessly make themselves richer after being rich.
This is true for the rich, and even more so for those countries.
Bullying countries that are weaker than them does not make them scruples.
So Mr. Greengrass understands that what he needs to do is to obey the second king's order.
He needs to secretly form an army belonging to the wizarding world.
"I see, Your Excellency Wick."
Mr. Greengrass nodded. He needed some support.
And these supports, John can give him.
After discussing some specific matters, Mr. Greengrass left.
Before leaving, he glanced at John again.
"You will be very tired, Daphne." Thinking of his daughter's thoughts, Mr. Greengrass couldn't help but sigh.
The second king has too many burdens.
That's the whole world.
Just being close to him would suffocate people, let alone standing with him?
Mr. Greengrass is troubled by his daughter's choice.
Such a hell of an opening choice.
Especially when he had another platinum-haired guy in his head, and that face that attracted so much hate.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his fist hardened unconsciously.
He felt that he needed to go home and find his wife to comfort him.
Otherwise, he was afraid of his own heart and couldn't bear the fact that his youngest daughter would be with that guy after graduation.
The Greenglass family's carriage leaves Silverhand Manor.
After Mr. Greengrass left, John took out the "Book of Darkness" and read it.
"I need some magic, powerful and wide-reaching."
There was a glint in his eyes.
Flowers bloom on fertile soil, and fertile soil is made of flesh and blood.
War kills wizards, but that is a necessary sacrifice.
Without that flesh and blood, flowers cannot bloom.
A future belonging to the wizarding world will not emerge.
"We're going to take the place of justice, aren't you right, Professor Snape." John looked back, and Snape came out.
He heard it.
About the war that was being planned, a war that might kill wizards.
"John Wick." Snape looked complicated.
"You are doing things that have stepped into the abyss." Snape drew a long tone, but this time, he didn't mean to be sarcastic, but more of an emotion that people couldn't see clearly, "Won't you regret it? "
"Regret?" John chuckled, "That's not what I should do."
"Minority and majority, your choice feels inhuman." Snape walked over.
"I'm not the saint you expected, am I?" John sat on the sofa imposingly, he didn't mean to get up, "I'm not in the justice lineup, you should know."
"Just like now."
John raised his hand, and the Slytherin locket opened.
The dark resurrection stone flew out.
The Deathly Hallows that countless people coveted was quietly placed in his hands.
"You should know what a vicious curse this is." John rubbed his fingers against the resurrection stone, and said indifferently, "Shouldn't this kind of curse be called evil?"
Snape's eyes were fixed on the resurrection stone.
Everyone who longs for the resurrection stone is a person full of regrets.
As a genius who could create powerful spells while in school, how could Snape not be aware of the viciousness of this spell.
The regretful scar was silent in the heart, and after it was reopened, it was overflowing blood that could never heal again.
John looked at him and asked, "Are you sure, my dear Dean?"
"You can also choose to stop." John said.
"If it's a glass of poisoned wine," Snape said reverently without the obnoxious ambiguity of Hogwarts, "then let me die here."
The obsession settled in Snape's mind when Voldemort went to the Potters' house.
That wound that won't heal is still bleeding.
He has no fear of pain.
"That will be as you wish, Severus Snape, a humble, poor man." John slowly grasped the Resurrection Stone.
Then, center on John.
A strange wave oscillated out.
In Snape's eyes, the person he was thinking about gradually appeared.
At that moment, Slytherin surrendered to Voldemort, who never showed half of it.
There is a sadness that cannot be ignored.
The wound was bleeding, torn, stuffed, a guilt, a sadness.
John stood up, and Snape had completely ignored the powerful leader of the International Federation of Wizards and the Second King of the Second Dynasty.
In his eyes, there was only that woman who was the same as the last time he had seen.
His body trembled slightly, his hands were sometimes raised and sometimes lowered.
He wanted to get close, but he was too humble to go over.
This is the truest fantasy and the most absurd.
It will be punctured if touched.
At least for now, Snape hoped she really did.
John looked at his dean, he didn't mean to joke.
He walked out of the hall slowly, leaving time for Snape.
before the gate is completely closed.
John faintly heard the tearful confession and apology.
Today is February 4.
and so……
"Happy April Fool's Day, Severus Snape, but...you don't laugh at the joke."
John stepped outside and said to himself: "It seems that my talent for making jokes is incomparable to that of Fred and George."
The Weasley twins' April Fool's Day can always make people laugh when they are angry, but John can only make people cry and confess.
The gate is closed and no one knows what's inside.
...
