Chapter 793 Aunt Bathilda
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Just after Mr. Greengrass will not have any hope for John.
Daphne's dazed expression when she returned home made his heart throb again.
He immediately gave Astoria a wink, and Astoria, who had already been unable to restrain himself, attacked immediately.
She was very much looking forward to hearing some new developments from her sister.
For this reason, she has always maintained contact with Furong.
Both girls are the driving force behind Daphne.
Astoria came to Daphne's room with a pillow in her arms, expressing that she wanted to promote sisterhood with her sister.
It's definitely not because she wants to check her sister's physical condition, well, definitely not!
At night.
Sister Greengrass was lying on her stomach on the bed where another person could sleep, her white and tender feet dangling under the quilt.
"Sister, where did you go today?"
Well put away the gossip in his eyes, Astoria is just a good sister who cares about her sister.
Daphne turned around when she heard the words, looked at the ceiling and sighed.
"You said, when will John be able to let go?"
"Put it down? Let go of what?" Astoria asked curiously.
Daphne thought of John's seriousness towards the magical world during the day, she pulled the quilt over her head, and said sullenly, "Let go of these responsibilities."
"I think he's too tired."
Astoria seriously put on a little padded jacket in front of her sister.
From Daphne's mouth, she understood why she was so melancholy.
Because in Daphne's view, her thoughts are too despicable.
And John's greatness that affects everyone all the time will make Daphne feel that she is too selfish.
This feeling, even close to John, would feel blasphemous.
Daphne's heart is heavy, and the distance between her and John is getting farther and farther.
The person she once wanted to chase after was still only able to see the back.
She seemed to be pushed into the crowd unconsciously.
Be part of the group that follow the King's back.
As she talked, Daphne gradually fell asleep.
Astoria rested her chin on the pillow, thinking in her eyes.
This feeling is familiar to her.
Just like my former self, when I saw the existence called Qunxingshe shining brightly, but I couldn't get close.
She also has the same mood as Daphne.
"Sister, you will be very tired too."
She caressed the hair on Daphne's cheek, staring at the face similar to her own.
Astoria, who has always supported her sister, has also become confused now.
Should I continue to support my sister?
As Mr. Greengrass said, with John, it would be exhausting.
As the king's wife, but also as the mother of all wizards.
Daphne is not that great. Everything about her was changed because of the boy named John Wick.
Slytherins are selfish, they give everything they have to those they love.
Can't give a little to those who don't love.
What a vicious thing to do when unselfish Slytherins need to give.
...
Godric's Hollow.
Bathilda Bagshot was walking slowly around the house.
She bent her back and looked up at the skylight that had been shattered.
She heard a knock on the door.
In the middle of the night, she always thought of something.
The summer of 1889 was the busiest time in Bathilda's house.
Bathilda, who likes to be quiet, doesn't dislike those children.
Instead, she enjoyed seeing the two kids come looking for the white-haired one.
Bathilda had forgotten this memory for a long time.
She wasn't sure if she had dreamed about that memory, but occasionally she would be in a trance, as if there should be some kind of person somewhere.
The attic room has not been visited for a long time.
There was a lot of dust there.
Five minutes after the knocking stopped, she opened the door belatedly.
Outside, the polite boy stood there again.
John smiled at the old woman, "Ms. Bathilda, I hope I didn't disturb you."
This old woman with rich writing experience also smiled when she saw John.
The dull emotion will make people lose some, but it also makes people not be troubled by sadness.
"Don't put a blanket over me this time," said Bathilda.
"I don't think so." John bowed slightly and smiled lightly, "Then, Ms. Bathilda, let's get ready to leave."
He took out the old wand, which symbolizes power, and gently knocked on the door of Bathilda's house.
On this not-so-small house, there are lines that intersect horizontally and vertically.
The grids intertwined with lines overlap each other, making the house shrink rapidly.
In the end, only one piece the size of a Rubik's cube remains.
John picked it up and put it in Bathilda's hands.
"It's really small." Bathilda looked at the small house, as small as a model.
After doing all this, John looked to the other side.
...
The man with different eyes sat peacefully in a home that didn't belong to him.
The moment John appeared, Grindelwald understood that his own punishment was finally coming.
"Don't take the opportunity to leave?" John saw that he was staying in the house well, and inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes.
"I don't think I can live up to the opportunity Al gave me." Grindelwald said, "You think so too, Joel."
John was noncommittal.
He did think that if Grindelwald escaped, he could justly let the man die again.
Unfortunately, Grindelwald is no longer a martyr.
Because Dumbledore's martyrdom made his life extremely precious.
"I think you're ready." John glanced at Grindelwald and said flatly, "Equivalent exchange, the punishment you need to bear."
"Yes, I'm ready," Grindelwald walked out of the room slowly, his eyes falling on his aunt who only remembered him, he smiled, "Long time no see, Aunt Bathilda."
"Gellert, my God, you're so old," said Bathilda, "and younger than Albus."
Grindelwald smiled. If Bathilda saw Dumbledore now, she would not have such emotion.
"I have prepared a place for you." John said calmly, "Come with me to send Ms. Bathilda to the city of wizards."
"Yes, my lord." Grindelwald smiled charmingly.
Is he crazy?
maybe.
When he wanted to die and couldn't, when he thought he was forever alone.
His punishment has left marks on his body all the time.
Facing impending punishment, it could be eternal confinement or eternal torture.
Either way, Grindelwald will accept it.
As he said, he was content with the Witch King's curse.
A Thestral carriage fell from the sky.
The three of them got into the carriage and flew up under the flapping wings of thestrals.
At the same time, in the sky, thestral carriages were flying towards a certain place.
These are the first passengers on the train specially picked up by the Wizarding City.
Inside the closed King's Cross station.
A group of shamans and scholars who were accompanied by special personnel and whose minds were full of knowledge were slowly walking into the Nine and a Quarter Station.
A train to the wizarding city is waiting.
Walk into it with the last passenger.
An obelisk appeared in front of the starting train.
The mixed energy of blue and purple opened a channel ahead, and then the train shuttled in.
They galloped on the sea, and the whales not far away made ethereal sounds.
The train slowly entered the city of wizards.
...
Daphne's dazed expression when she returned home made his heart throb again.
He immediately gave Astoria a wink, and Astoria, who had already been unable to restrain himself, attacked immediately.
She was very much looking forward to hearing some new developments from her sister.
For this reason, she has always maintained contact with Furong.
Both girls are the driving force behind Daphne.
Astoria came to Daphne's room with a pillow in her arms, expressing that she wanted to promote sisterhood with her sister.
It's definitely not because she wants to check her sister's physical condition, well, definitely not!
At night.
Sister Greengrass was lying on her stomach on the bed where another person could sleep, her white and tender feet dangling under the quilt.
"Sister, where did you go today?"
Well put away the gossip in his eyes, Astoria is just a good sister who cares about her sister.
Daphne turned around when she heard the words, looked at the ceiling and sighed.
"You said, when will John be able to let go?"
"Put it down? Let go of what?" Astoria asked curiously.
Daphne thought of John's seriousness towards the magical world during the day, she pulled the quilt over her head, and said sullenly, "Let go of these responsibilities."
"I think he's too tired."
Astoria seriously put on a little padded jacket in front of her sister.
From Daphne's mouth, she understood why she was so melancholy.
Because in Daphne's view, her thoughts are too despicable.
And John's greatness that affects everyone all the time will make Daphne feel that she is too selfish.
This feeling, even close to John, would feel blasphemous.
Daphne's heart is heavy, and the distance between her and John is getting farther and farther.
The person she once wanted to chase after was still only able to see the back.
She seemed to be pushed into the crowd unconsciously.
Be part of the group that follow the King's back.
As she talked, Daphne gradually fell asleep.
Astoria rested her chin on the pillow, thinking in her eyes.
This feeling is familiar to her.
Just like my former self, when I saw the existence called Qunxingshe shining brightly, but I couldn't get close.
She also has the same mood as Daphne.
"Sister, you will be very tired too."
She caressed the hair on Daphne's cheek, staring at the face similar to her own.
Astoria, who has always supported her sister, has also become confused now.
Should I continue to support my sister?
As Mr. Greengrass said, with John, it would be exhausting.
As the king's wife, but also as the mother of all wizards.
Daphne is not that great. Everything about her was changed because of the boy named John Wick.
Slytherins are selfish, they give everything they have to those they love.
Can't give a little to those who don't love.
What a vicious thing to do when unselfish Slytherins need to give.
...
Godric's Hollow.
Bathilda Bagshot was walking slowly around the house.
She bent her back and looked up at the skylight that had been shattered.
She heard a knock on the door.
In the middle of the night, she always thought of something.
The summer of 1889 was the busiest time in Bathilda's house.
Bathilda, who likes to be quiet, doesn't dislike those children.
Instead, she enjoyed seeing the two kids come looking for the white-haired one.
Bathilda had forgotten this memory for a long time.
She wasn't sure if she had dreamed about that memory, but occasionally she would be in a trance, as if there should be some kind of person somewhere.
The attic room has not been visited for a long time.
There was a lot of dust there.
Five minutes after the knocking stopped, she opened the door belatedly.
Outside, the polite boy stood there again.
John smiled at the old woman, "Ms. Bathilda, I hope I didn't disturb you."
This old woman with rich writing experience also smiled when she saw John.
The dull emotion will make people lose some, but it also makes people not be troubled by sadness.
"Don't put a blanket over me this time," said Bathilda.
"I don't think so." John bowed slightly and smiled lightly, "Then, Ms. Bathilda, let's get ready to leave."
He took out the old wand, which symbolizes power, and gently knocked on the door of Bathilda's house.
On this not-so-small house, there are lines that intersect horizontally and vertically.
The grids intertwined with lines overlap each other, making the house shrink rapidly.
In the end, only one piece the size of a Rubik's cube remains.
John picked it up and put it in Bathilda's hands.
"It's really small." Bathilda looked at the small house, as small as a model.
After doing all this, John looked to the other side.
...
The man with different eyes sat peacefully in a home that didn't belong to him.
The moment John appeared, Grindelwald understood that his own punishment was finally coming.
"Don't take the opportunity to leave?" John saw that he was staying in the house well, and inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes.
"I don't think I can live up to the opportunity Al gave me." Grindelwald said, "You think so too, Joel."
John was noncommittal.
He did think that if Grindelwald escaped, he could justly let the man die again.
Unfortunately, Grindelwald is no longer a martyr.
Because Dumbledore's martyrdom made his life extremely precious.
"I think you're ready." John glanced at Grindelwald and said flatly, "Equivalent exchange, the punishment you need to bear."
"Yes, I'm ready," Grindelwald walked out of the room slowly, his eyes falling on his aunt who only remembered him, he smiled, "Long time no see, Aunt Bathilda."
"Gellert, my God, you're so old," said Bathilda, "and younger than Albus."
Grindelwald smiled. If Bathilda saw Dumbledore now, she would not have such emotion.
"I have prepared a place for you." John said calmly, "Come with me to send Ms. Bathilda to the city of wizards."
"Yes, my lord." Grindelwald smiled charmingly.
Is he crazy?
maybe.
When he wanted to die and couldn't, when he thought he was forever alone.
His punishment has left marks on his body all the time.
Facing impending punishment, it could be eternal confinement or eternal torture.
Either way, Grindelwald will accept it.
As he said, he was content with the Witch King's curse.
A Thestral carriage fell from the sky.
The three of them got into the carriage and flew up under the flapping wings of thestrals.
At the same time, in the sky, thestral carriages were flying towards a certain place.
These are the first passengers on the train specially picked up by the Wizarding City.
Inside the closed King's Cross station.
A group of shamans and scholars who were accompanied by special personnel and whose minds were full of knowledge were slowly walking into the Nine and a Quarter Station.
A train to the wizarding city is waiting.
Walk into it with the last passenger.
An obelisk appeared in front of the starting train.
The mixed energy of blue and purple opened a channel ahead, and then the train shuttled in.
They galloped on the sea, and the whales not far away made ethereal sounds.
The train slowly entered the city of wizards.
...
