I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

A person, a woman.

John remembered the words of Death, a woman banished by her father.

The woman saw him too.

It seemed that he didn't expect that anyone besides himself would appear here.

"The new Shinigami?"

The woman looked bored and sat on a rock.

Wearing black clothes, she outlines her good figure.

Black hair, fair skin.

She has three-dimensional facial features. I don’t know if it’s due to insomnia or smoky makeup. There is black around her eyes.

The woman just looked at John and threw a small stone.

The stone struck another stone and rolled to John's feet.

John picked up the stone. It was very dark.

"Hello."

John greets the woman.

The woman noticed John's clothes, but also his appearance.

"Are you alive?"

As if she had discovered something magical, the woman jumped down from the big rock.

She walked towards John with long legs.

The girl was not short and had a tall figure. She stretched out a finger to lift John's chin.

He leaned over and smelled the scent of life on John's body.

"Where did you come from, boy."

"To be precise, I am no longer a boy." John calmly took off the finger and looked around, "Are you the one who was betrayed by your father?"

"Betrayed by your father? Haha, you used a good description," the woman laughed, "I'm not going to kill you anymore."

It seemed that the woman had wanted to kill someone before.

"Thank you very much." John shook his head amusedly.

"I think you need a chair."

John waved his hand and the stone turned into a chair and fell.

After the woman saw it, she revealed John's identity.

"wizard

. "

"Obviously." John shrugged and conjured a chair for himself to sit on.

The woman sat opposite John, as if she had no one to talk to for a long time.

They chatted.

John was curious how long the woman had been here.

The woman told John that she had been here for thousands of years.

Her father was a warlike monarch, but one day, her warlike monarch suddenly began to talk about kindness and even gave up the hard-won territory.

As his father's first child, he has always fought for him and never failed in every battle.

But her father's change was difficult for her to accept.

So he protested and parted ways with his father.

But the father felt that his daughter was too cruel, so he sent the army and even exiled her himself.

"He is the barbaric one, and he is also the civilized and kind one." The woman said, with hatred in her eyes.

As John listened to the story, he cast a look of pity on the woman.

A woman is taught by her barbaric father to become a killing machine.

But the civilized father was the first to abandon the daughter he had taught.

"Your father did not banish you," John sighed, "but your once savage self."

The woman raised her head and looked at John with a strange look in her eyes, "Do you really think so?"

"of course."

John nodded and said, "I am also a king, so I know this."

"Are you a king?" the woman asked unexpectedly, "What kind of king are you?"

"Wizard King," John smiled, "I will be happy if you call me the Wizard King."

"You are very bold, talking to me like this." The woman looked at John steadily, "Are you also an exile?

? ”

"Not really," John shook his head, "I walked here voluntarily."

"It's an adventure, so I'll tell you this."

For an exile, John saw the journey as an adventure.

So he talked a lot.

About my experience in the wizarding world.

Adventures as a child, adventures as an adult, and adventures now.

"You are also a king, you should conquer." After hearing John stop destroying that country, the woman said contemptuously, "Use your power to conquer that world."

"It's a good idea, but it's a pity that Slytherin is selfish." John didn't care about the woman's tone and said casually, "After the destruction, wizards have no ability to control those places."

"As a king, you have to think more, don't you?"

His words made the woman think deeply.

As the king's executioner in the past, she was destined to use killing as her method of action.

But John told her how to do things as a king.

"You want me to sympathize with my father?" The woman's eyes were cold, asking herself to forgive the old man?

"No, that's not being a king, that's being a fool."

John shook his head decisively. He was not a person with a Holy Mother's heart.

"Your father can banish you, so does he treat you as a daughter, not a tool?"

Not only was he not sympathetic to the woman's father's behavior, but he was disgusted with it.

The father taught his daughter the skill of killing and instilled the idea of ​​conquest, but he changed his mind later and betrayed the woman who fought for him.

As a king, he gave up the men he had trained.

As a father, what he did was banish his daughter and reprimand women for their cruelty.

That person, ignore this

Who is the culprit of everything?

And women are just the perfect executioners who grow up under his expectations.

Is the woman wrong?

She responded to her father's response to her king very well. The person who changed was not her, but her father.

"He sees you as a weapon that he cannot control," John grinned. "If you choose revenge, I will only clap my hands."

The woman also smiled, and the look she looked at John was neither murderous nor cold.

"You're a nice guy, and as a friend, I'm very likeable, boy." The woman extended her hand to John, "What do you think?"

"I guess that's a good title, friend."

John shook hands with him and said with a smile: "I hope we can meet again in the future."

The woman raised her chin slightly, showing her pride as the king's daughter.

As the Witch King, John also responded with pride.

Arrogant people always attract each other.

Even though it's just their first meeting, two people can become very good friends.

Maybe many years later, John would still have a living friend.

That's pretty good.

No?

But calling him a boy always feels weird.

"John Wick," John said, "you can call me John."

"Your name is ordinary," the woman said.

John said helplessly: "But this name is very good."

"I have many names, but this is the name my friends call me."

The woman laughed, and she said extremely arrogantly: "When I get out of this place and become a king, I will find you, John."

"When I finish my long sitting, we will meet again."

John sensed that the fog was approaching. He had stayed in this world for too long.

dead

Death begins to expel the living.

"Maybe you should let me hear how loud your name is." After John finished speaking, his body was swallowed by the mist.

Similar to the feeling of being expelled last time, John felt that his body was being repelled by a strange force.

The woman's voice came indistinctly.

"Hela, call me by name, my friend, John."

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