Chapter 200 I don’t know magic
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"All dead."
The Auror walked around the blood bank with some unbearable eyes.
"Why are these Muggles so bloody?"
That was an Auror's problem.
That's right, after all, in the magical world, even the most evil death curse can make people walk very peacefully, but there will be no blood on the ground.
This is not the first time a vampire has died.
They will report these matters to the Ministry of Magic for processing.
But they didn't realize that a vampire hunter and a woman had appeared here.
...
On the outskirts of London, there is a manor that no one has set foot on for a long time.
The manor is vast, just like Downton Abbey in the TV series.
Weeds grow in gardens filled with various flowers.
The vegetation voluntarily gave way to a path for people to pass through.
John re-entered the manor.
Silver Hand Manor.
The glory here is gone.
Once upon a time here, pure-blood families exchanged cups and glasses, and celebrity wizards chatted and laughed, changing the pattern of the magical world.
Those who can set foot here are the elites of the magical world.
In that era before the establishment of a magical kingdom, wizard society was divided into developing countries.
Just like a magic school, there are many barriers to each other.
Until the appearance of the Witch King brought these divisions back together.
The wizarding world grows.
John walked here again, and it seemed that he could see his former shadow in his sight.
"There is a gardener missing here." John stood in the garden.
He reached out and touched the beautiful rose.
Raise your hand and slowly spread your fingers.
A black smoke-like substance floated out from his fingertips.
Wherever it passes, those stubborn weeds quickly lose their vitality and wither and droop.
Black smoke spread, covering the entire garden.
It suddenly shrank, returned to the hand, and disappeared without a trace.
Without weeds, the garden becomes more beautiful and beautiful.
The sun shines between the petals, and the fragrance of the flowers is carried in all directions by the breeze.
John stood in the garden, his eyes closed.
Feel the closeness of nature.
Opening his eyes again, he walked into the manor.
In the empty and deserted manor, sunlight penetrated through the separated windows, forming beams of light one after another.
John snapped his fingers.
“Scourgify”
Like wind and residual clouds, the dust rolled up into a ball and left the manor.
Although it was still empty, it was less gray than before.
John looked towards the second floor.
The liveliness of the past is no longer visible here, and the crystal chandelier is slightly swaying.
John walked down the corridor through the layers of sunlight streaming through the windows.
There were no pictures on the walls, unlike many ancient wizarding families.
In the wizarding world, wizards have a magical iconography.
The figures in the paintings are as vivid as living people.
In the ancient Blake family, there is a portrait of Old Lady Blake.
The old lady cursed her unsatisfactory son every day, talking dirty words.
Later, Don John was ruined.
Well, he did it on purpose.
Hogwarts also has many portraits, the most famous of which are those of the principal in the principal's office.
These words can not only speak, but also give you advice.
John didn't like it, or in other words, he didn't have anyone to place him with.
In addition, he doesn't have a self-portrait or anything like that.
John simply didn't put anything.
But there are a lot of valuable antiques.
This place was originally the ancestral home of an ancient pure-blood family, and was 'willingly' given to John without even taking away the antiques inside.
Stepping on the precious century-old red carpet, John walked to another part of the manor.
In each of John's residences, there was a laboratory for research.
Here is no exception.
As soon as you enter the door, you can see the dragon-shaped building.
There is a dark cell connected there.
John will refine the extracted power of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube here.
The Night Pearl provided John with light, and his trip to Asgard earned him not only the Cosmic Cube, but also Asgard's magical knowledge.
John stayed here for a long time.
Dimensional magic is different from Kama Taj's dimensional magic.
How one goes and how the other comes.
The magic of Karma Taj is like an equivalent exchange of the Gate of Things.
Compared to invading other places, Asgard is more experienced.
After all, they have a precedent of expelling Paradise from the World Tree.
All that knowledge is recorded in his mind, and when John needs to use it, he can dig it out and study it carefully.
Knowledge research has always been a time-consuming and energy-consuming matter.
So when he was called out, a long time passed.
He has been staying here all this time.
If his cell phone hadn't rang, he would have been ready to experiment with the Rainbow Bridge.
"How about meeting?" Mycroft waved the pen on the other end of the phone. "I told you that I would give you a thank you gift."
As a thank you gift for keeping Greenwich intact, it will naturally not be a light one.
But if you give it to the Witch King, its value is secondary.
Smart Mycroft knows what is more important to John than gold.
John thought for a moment and agreed.
He didn't think Mycroft would be stupid enough to encircle and suppress the Witch King himself.
Glancing at the blue-light gem on Silver's hand, John felt that in this world, no army could kill him for the time being.
In this case, John did not continue to stay in the laboratory for research. He went to the place agreed by Mycroft.
In order to show the value of this gift, Mycroft came alone.
Diogenes Club.
This is a place that Mycroft created to provide solitude and reflection.
He usually stays here after a quarter past four in the afternoon.
Usually there are many people here, but today there are only two people.
"You seem to have more power."
John raised his eyebrows and scanned the club.
This is also a good platform. Whether it is for academic exchanges or political wooing, this club filled with officials and scholars is a good choice.
Those people are extraordinary, and even as the owner of the club, Mycroft will not offend them easily.
Empty the club today, and Mycroft's power is strong enough to make those academic officials give in.
Mycroft was not arrogant. He said: "I am now the executor of the Miracle Son project, and I am also the coordinating commander in charge of future local heroes."
John nodded in understanding, "Like Nick Fury."
As the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury also has terrifying authority.
Mycroft stopped and shook his head, "His power penetrates abroad, and in Britain..."
He glanced sideways at John and smiled meaningfully, "There are people above him, but not many above me."
Well, cabinet ministers are so willful.
With a super organization like superheroes in his hands, Mycroft has more power in the country than Fury.
"Your thank you gift is not to show off your power to me?" John sat down across the long table in the middle from Mycroft.
Mycroft is naturally not that boring, he has a heavier thank you gift in return.
"Aren't you curious that your parents can escape from a certain death situation?" Mycroft smiled mysteriously.
John glanced at him, "What's the answer?"
Regarding this matter, John actually wanted to use Legilimency to check.
But in Mycroft's mind, he didn't see any memory of this part.
It seems that Mycroft used some means to seal that memory.
After all, the premise of Legilimency is that the person knows what is in his mind.
If you give Legilimency to a person who doesn't know the truth, all you will get is the wrong answer.
Mycroft did not answer immediately, but said in an unexpected tone; "Your face is the same as when we met before. I thought you would never grow old."
His expression was somewhat intriguing, and Mycroft's words were laced with inquiry.
A Witch King who never ages, can’t he be considered a human being?
However, someone gave him the answer.
Mycroft looked at John, looking directly into the eyes that could peer into his brain.
He spoke with the news that the Witch King would not be at peace either.
"It was John Wick who saved them."
...
The Auror walked around the blood bank with some unbearable eyes.
"Why are these Muggles so bloody?"
That was an Auror's problem.
That's right, after all, in the magical world, even the most evil death curse can make people walk very peacefully, but there will be no blood on the ground.
This is not the first time a vampire has died.
They will report these matters to the Ministry of Magic for processing.
But they didn't realize that a vampire hunter and a woman had appeared here.
...
On the outskirts of London, there is a manor that no one has set foot on for a long time.
The manor is vast, just like Downton Abbey in the TV series.
Weeds grow in gardens filled with various flowers.
The vegetation voluntarily gave way to a path for people to pass through.
John re-entered the manor.
Silver Hand Manor.
The glory here is gone.
Once upon a time here, pure-blood families exchanged cups and glasses, and celebrity wizards chatted and laughed, changing the pattern of the magical world.
Those who can set foot here are the elites of the magical world.
In that era before the establishment of a magical kingdom, wizard society was divided into developing countries.
Just like a magic school, there are many barriers to each other.
Until the appearance of the Witch King brought these divisions back together.
The wizarding world grows.
John walked here again, and it seemed that he could see his former shadow in his sight.
"There is a gardener missing here." John stood in the garden.
He reached out and touched the beautiful rose.
Raise your hand and slowly spread your fingers.
A black smoke-like substance floated out from his fingertips.
Wherever it passes, those stubborn weeds quickly lose their vitality and wither and droop.
Black smoke spread, covering the entire garden.
It suddenly shrank, returned to the hand, and disappeared without a trace.
Without weeds, the garden becomes more beautiful and beautiful.
The sun shines between the petals, and the fragrance of the flowers is carried in all directions by the breeze.
John stood in the garden, his eyes closed.
Feel the closeness of nature.
Opening his eyes again, he walked into the manor.
In the empty and deserted manor, sunlight penetrated through the separated windows, forming beams of light one after another.
John snapped his fingers.
“Scourgify”
Like wind and residual clouds, the dust rolled up into a ball and left the manor.
Although it was still empty, it was less gray than before.
John looked towards the second floor.
The liveliness of the past is no longer visible here, and the crystal chandelier is slightly swaying.
John walked down the corridor through the layers of sunlight streaming through the windows.
There were no pictures on the walls, unlike many ancient wizarding families.
In the wizarding world, wizards have a magical iconography.
The figures in the paintings are as vivid as living people.
In the ancient Blake family, there is a portrait of Old Lady Blake.
The old lady cursed her unsatisfactory son every day, talking dirty words.
Later, Don John was ruined.
Well, he did it on purpose.
Hogwarts also has many portraits, the most famous of which are those of the principal in the principal's office.
These words can not only speak, but also give you advice.
John didn't like it, or in other words, he didn't have anyone to place him with.
In addition, he doesn't have a self-portrait or anything like that.
John simply didn't put anything.
But there are a lot of valuable antiques.
This place was originally the ancestral home of an ancient pure-blood family, and was 'willingly' given to John without even taking away the antiques inside.
Stepping on the precious century-old red carpet, John walked to another part of the manor.
In each of John's residences, there was a laboratory for research.
Here is no exception.
As soon as you enter the door, you can see the dragon-shaped building.
There is a dark cell connected there.
John will refine the extracted power of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube here.
The Night Pearl provided John with light, and his trip to Asgard earned him not only the Cosmic Cube, but also Asgard's magical knowledge.
John stayed here for a long time.
Dimensional magic is different from Kama Taj's dimensional magic.
How one goes and how the other comes.
The magic of Karma Taj is like an equivalent exchange of the Gate of Things.
Compared to invading other places, Asgard is more experienced.
After all, they have a precedent of expelling Paradise from the World Tree.
All that knowledge is recorded in his mind, and when John needs to use it, he can dig it out and study it carefully.
Knowledge research has always been a time-consuming and energy-consuming matter.
So when he was called out, a long time passed.
He has been staying here all this time.
If his cell phone hadn't rang, he would have been ready to experiment with the Rainbow Bridge.
"How about meeting?" Mycroft waved the pen on the other end of the phone. "I told you that I would give you a thank you gift."
As a thank you gift for keeping Greenwich intact, it will naturally not be a light one.
But if you give it to the Witch King, its value is secondary.
Smart Mycroft knows what is more important to John than gold.
John thought for a moment and agreed.
He didn't think Mycroft would be stupid enough to encircle and suppress the Witch King himself.
Glancing at the blue-light gem on Silver's hand, John felt that in this world, no army could kill him for the time being.
In this case, John did not continue to stay in the laboratory for research. He went to the place agreed by Mycroft.
In order to show the value of this gift, Mycroft came alone.
Diogenes Club.
This is a place that Mycroft created to provide solitude and reflection.
He usually stays here after a quarter past four in the afternoon.
Usually there are many people here, but today there are only two people.
"You seem to have more power."
John raised his eyebrows and scanned the club.
This is also a good platform. Whether it is for academic exchanges or political wooing, this club filled with officials and scholars is a good choice.
Those people are extraordinary, and even as the owner of the club, Mycroft will not offend them easily.
Empty the club today, and Mycroft's power is strong enough to make those academic officials give in.
Mycroft was not arrogant. He said: "I am now the executor of the Miracle Son project, and I am also the coordinating commander in charge of future local heroes."
John nodded in understanding, "Like Nick Fury."
As the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury also has terrifying authority.
Mycroft stopped and shook his head, "His power penetrates abroad, and in Britain..."
He glanced sideways at John and smiled meaningfully, "There are people above him, but not many above me."
Well, cabinet ministers are so willful.
With a super organization like superheroes in his hands, Mycroft has more power in the country than Fury.
"Your thank you gift is not to show off your power to me?" John sat down across the long table in the middle from Mycroft.
Mycroft is naturally not that boring, he has a heavier thank you gift in return.
"Aren't you curious that your parents can escape from a certain death situation?" Mycroft smiled mysteriously.
John glanced at him, "What's the answer?"
Regarding this matter, John actually wanted to use Legilimency to check.
But in Mycroft's mind, he didn't see any memory of this part.
It seems that Mycroft used some means to seal that memory.
After all, the premise of Legilimency is that the person knows what is in his mind.
If you give Legilimency to a person who doesn't know the truth, all you will get is the wrong answer.
Mycroft did not answer immediately, but said in an unexpected tone; "Your face is the same as when we met before. I thought you would never grow old."
His expression was somewhat intriguing, and Mycroft's words were laced with inquiry.
A Witch King who never ages, can’t he be considered a human being?
However, someone gave him the answer.
Mycroft looked at John, looking directly into the eyes that could peer into his brain.
He spoke with the news that the Witch King would not be at peace either.
"It was John Wick who saved them."
...
