MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 846

The difference in life levels is just like what Merlin said.

Perhaps only those civilizations called ‘gods’ can compete with his body.

Long-lasting vitality comes from an infinitely energetic body.

He will not age like a wizard. Even hundreds of years later, he will still have an active body and powerful magic power.

The magic power will become more powerful as time accumulates. One day, he will cross the bottleneck of level 8 and truly become a guest of God's domain.

At that time, he can go to Avalon, or use Brain Civics to create an Avalon.

The huge magic power makes the Elder Wand extremely excited.

This was a creation from God. John couldn't help but guess that the God of Death who created it was as powerful as Merlin.

The **** of death who made the deal with him has revealed his identity.

Although he is equally ancient, he is not the God of Death among the three brothers.

John understood the man's true identity.

Also understand the existence of death.

There are countless mysteries in this world, and wizards are one of them.

The purple color in John's eyes disappeared, and his magic rampage was about to end.

But he wanted to force her to stay.

Only the current self can support the use of that magic.

"I'm going to use a curse on myself."

John held down the Silver Wick Sword with his right hand, and the bright red magic stone was extremely bright.

This eternal Witch King's throne, blessed by two magic stones, is the container of this power.

The countless sands of time merged with the golden blood and turned into a cage.

The eternal fire piercing the body ignites the magic power and stops it.

The chill in his chest erupted, and John's eyes became more blue, gold and blue intertwined.

The faint blue color did not stop, and white frost condensed on his body and throne.

The eternal fire burns, frozen, burning in the ice.

John's mind turned and he silently recited his true name.

"Wotan."

In the entanglement of the blue sky, the stars in the sky are pulled.

In the twisted starry sky, the power of the stars gathers on the magic tower.

All the stars in the sky above the Magic Kingdom disappeared, replaced by the stars that were piled together on the Magic Tower.

Chaos particles fluctuated violently, and John held the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

The Alchemy Department and the Potions Department on the other side of the Wizarding City glowed simultaneously.

The Möbius strip of the Alchemy Department spread throughout the city in an instant, and there was a secret room in the Potions Department that even Damo Alex didn't know about.

The golden potion continued to flow out, gathering into a huge amount of potion the size of a swimming pool.

The Potions Department serves as a mediator, and the black square building turns those potions into a golden mist that covers the whole city.

The gathered star power suddenly fell down, rubbed against the chaotic particles, and turned into colorful colors.

Rainbow bridge.

That was the embodiment of ultimate magic. The magic released during the Battle of Hogwarts was enough to destroy all the Inferi in the Black Lake.

But compared with this time, the Rainbow Bridge was far different.

The magic tower was shrouded in it, and the tower turned into a rainbow color as the huge magic power was poured into it.

On the colored glass magic tower, all the light converged into John's body.

Within his body, magic power was raging, exploding his body from time to time and then quickly recovering.

The frozen throne melts the ice.

On the throne, a mysterious pattern composed of lines and circles emerged.

"The place of eternity."

The obscure and ancient voice of the Witch King was like an oath in the universe.

The huge impact caused by the Rainbow Grass almost collapsed the Wizarding City.

Under the cycle of Möbius strip, all the broken places are repaired.

Half of the golden potions in the Potions Department disappeared.

In the entire wizard city, no one was injured.

John lowered the Elder Wand, holding the sword in his right hand and the staff in his left hand, sitting on the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

His body was radiating light, with flames burning behind him.

Ice condenses in the magic tower, and thunder and lightning travel in the ice.

John entered the brain again.

…

In the pure white world, jumping lightning and dark matter are independent of each other. Purple is structured into a sword, gold is transformed into a crown, blue is a box, and silver is an albatross.

John held the wand in his hand and looked at the things in front of him.

This is something he created and is bound by him.

The dark matter is approaching the blue planet, and it exudes greed.

The jumping lightning is violent and unpredictable.

That sword has the ability to destroy everything, and the golden crown wanders in dreams.

The blue box is always waiting for the frozen doomsday.

Albatross is the most normal of all abilities. He looks at John, waiting for his decision.

They are the Witch King's most loyal partners, and they are also the Witch King's greatest enemies.

John took up the crown and caught the lightning.

He stared at the thing in his hand. Lei Deng tried to break free, but was tightly restrained.

When he puts on the crown, he will become the master of the brain and the city. If he catches the thunder and lightning, he can turn it into speed and storm.

There are countless magical entanglements in the dark matter, and the black dragon spreads its wings from inside.

The albatross flew up and fell slowly.

John turned into silver.

He walked towards the main body and his eyes fell on the thing in his hand.

"Let me do it."

Silver John spoke.

He stared at the crown. John raised the crown without saying anything.

Silver John lowered his head like a crowned king.

"I hereby bless you," John slowly put the crown on his head, like the end of an epic poem. "You will be deprived of the ability to sleep, and you will only have sobriety as your companion in this life."

"You can't dream, because you are the dream."

"Long and boring."

"You can't wake up because you are awake."

"You are the darkness in the light, the light in the darkness."

"You are unpredictable, you cannot be embraced."

"You are a sleepwalker with three heads. You only think about the past and the future in your dreams."

John needs to do this.

He needs the presence of the Witch King who responds to the wizard all the time.

The brain's thinking area is between existence and non-existence. A dream may destroy the world, and it may also drag everyone into the dream.

Being awake in a dream can never fall asleep.

This is a cruel curse, spoken in the name of blessing.

The person who accepted this cruel curse was John.

In other words, it's part of him.

Putting on the crown, the silver John's body gradually turned into gold.

The birth of the sleepwalker means the emergence of the administrator of the brain's civic realm.

Those restless things have become quiet.

John looked at those things again.

He looked at the wand, recalling Merlin's words in his mind.

Moving toward the dark matter, he grabbed it.

Pull out the purple sword and chop it down to separate it.

Grabbing part of the dark matter, he fused it with lightning, opened the blue box, and threw it in.

Holding the blue box and the wand, he said to the sleepwalker: "From now on, this place will be left to you."

"Goodbye, forever sober."

It's a pity that he can't remember the glory of the past and can only wake up in the future.

…

"It will be completed tomorrow!"

Chapter 855 One body and three bodies

John deprived himself of a part of himself and became his brain.

Even the Witch King cannot observe the world all the time.

"Sometimes it's nice not to be perfect."

John watched the changes in his brain.

The Lord of Dreams does not need a magic wand. He wears a crown, like a conductor, waving changes in the world.

A small piece of grass squeezed out of the expanding imagination of the brain.

This is life and a wizard's dream.

John stopped watching, and his body gradually disappeared.

"Witch King, maybe one day you will regret it," the voice of the Lord of Dreams sounded, "We are one."

John nodded and chuckled: "On that day, we will meet again."

The Lord of Dreams turned his head and said nothing. He was about to start a long and endless day.

The blue planet is so beautiful, but it can breed countless evils in this place.

Goodbye, Witch King.

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[Ding, the magic blood is over]

[Acquired the blessing of Rune Snake characteristics: three songs, gaze, growth, sleepwalking]