I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

This world is very mysterious.

John is in the palace of thought, and he can travel everywhere with just a thought.

His mind palace is driven by spiritual magic.

Those eyes, which cover every part of the world and are as small as motes of dust, provide him with the basis for all his ubiquity.

The price is that he must focus here wholeheartedly.

The only carrier of the most sophisticated surveillance system in the world is John's brain.

John looked at the blue planet. He stretched out his hand and touched it gently to make the planet rotate.

As it rotates, some places on this planet are in unknown blanks.

John stared at these places, the world was far more mysterious than he knew.

"Able to isolate surveillance." He reached out and touched a blank space in New York.

There is a place inside that no particle of dust can enter.

In other words, it is some kind of magic and technology that isolates these.

John's mote can even enter the national defense base, but cannot get inside.

With a thought in his mind, the planet expanded and enveloped him.

With things falling all around him, John is in the heart of New York, America.

In this most prosperous city in the world today, no one could see him as pedestrians walked around him.

He stood in the middle of the street, passing cars passing through his body.

"It feels really wonderful." John seemed to be a ghost now.

He was nowhere to be seen walking, and the street scene began to pull back.

It looked like the world was being pulled along and he wasn't moving.

So he went all the way from Queens to Manhattan, New York.

Here he saw the empty space.

It was obviously no different from the surroundings, but he knew that there should have been a building in this place.

"magic."

His mind extended towards the blank space, and he came into contact with a barrier.

My thoughts stopped and I did not move forward.

John squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see through this barrier.

On the other side of the barrier, a black man wearing strange clothes changed his expression.

"Someone tried to break into the temple."

He was immediately ready for battle.

And he didn't sense the presence of anyone outside at all. If it weren't for the magic warning in the temple, he wouldn't even be able to detect anyone approaching.

Who will come?

The black man's mind is so confused that he can't even get the identity of the outsider.

But John only touched lightly and had no intention of forcing his way in.

"It could be a wizard, or it could be another force." John suspected which wizard was responsible for this.

But just like the anti-Apparition spell, it is understandable that some old wizards are unwilling to contact people to create this thing.

Withdrawing his thoughts, John quickly left the ground beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to the palace of his thoughts.

"The place is a bit small."

John glanced at the Thought Palace, and as he recorded various data of this world, the Thought Palace was quickly filled.

He opened his hands, and the coins around him expanded outward.

In the white space, it is quickly covered.

The endless palace can no longer be called a palace, John prefers to call it the Brain Civic Area.

As long as he thinks in his heart, he can change it here.

It’s just that the enlarged Civic is also a bit burdensome for John.

He is not a god after all, so many data records and magical animal sanctuaries have been marked.

He also created Muggle technology in that secret laboratory.

They range from fruit juicers to submarine nuclear power plants.

The technologies that all countries hold tightly in their hands were all taken out by John using the convenience of his brain.

But with these technologies, it will take some time to understand the gap between Muggles and wizards.

He is going to hand these things over to the Alchemy Department and let them transform all of them into magic power technology in the next ten years.

There was also research on various drugs. Although potions had better therapeutic effects than Muggle drugs, he found that Muggles had some things that were completely different from what they could make now.

Whatever it was, John copied it all.

Even the hundreds of quills in your brain's Civic have been scrapped, and they have only taken away less than one-tenth of your ocean-like knowledge.

Using his brain, John travels around the world.

His thoughts were projected in the East, then traveled to America, and then to Neon.

He went to all the places where secrets existed.

But even so, it is impossible to monitor them all.

"I need the throne of the Eternal Witch King."

John can only do this with his own psychic magic.

If he wanted to have all-round coverage and make himself everywhere, he could only use the Eternal Witch King's Throne.

...

John slowly woke up in the magic tower.

His eyes opened, and there was a flash of exhaustion inside them.

It is night now.

I felt something in my arms, and when I looked down, I saw that Tom had been sleeping there for who knows how long.

Feeling the passage of time, John stayed inside for nearly half a month this time.

Basil wasn't there, so he closed one eye and saw Basil searching the city for the owl.

When Riddle saw him waking up, he also flew over and stepped on Tom's head.

John touched its head and apologized: "I stayed here for a long time this time."

Riddle tilted his head and looked at the protoss who was climbing on John's shoulder.

Hector and Helmer quarreled as they crawled back, and Tom woke up.

As soon as he woke up, Tom felt that his head was so heavy.

He tried to raise his head, but was trapped by Riddle's foot and couldn't lift it up.

The golden runes on Riddle's black feathers flashed by, making Tom like Monkey, unable to escape the suppression.

Raising his hand to remove Riddle from Tom's head, John moved his left hand and right hand in slow motion to let the two protoss fall down.

Tom was also removed from his lap.

I stood up and stretched, and the white spots grew from small to large.

Basil flew into the magic tower with a feather in his mouth.

Stretching out his hand for Basil to rest, John walked outside.

The weather was nice today, not many clouds even though it was evening.

As time goes by, there are more sunny days than snowy days.

A warning sign was also placed on the ice lake to remind the little wizards that something might happen while skating here.

Nice weather, maybe perfect for ascending the throne.

John dropped his arm, and Basil flew up and landed on the newly freed Tom's head.

This made Tom quit, and he shook his head in an attempt to throw Basil off.

Basil was as motionless as a mountain. No matter how much Tom jumped around, it didn't move at all.

Finally, Tom howled impatiently, and it flapped its wings on Tom's head.

Tom was so dizzy that he physically shut down the computer.

Seeing that it was motionless, Basil flew to the shelf.

John smiled and took out a bottle from his small bag.

The red potion is as bright as blood.

Magic blood.

Just sitting on it is not enough. John needs to use the most powerful magic under the influence of the eternal Witch King's throne and the magic tower.

He moved his fingers and the cap of the bottle was opened.

Looking at the blood-red color, John put his hand into the small bag.

He took out a neatly folded piece of parchment.

"Happy forever?"

He stared at the wish list.

Take a bottle of magical animal blood from the small bag and add the magical blood.

Seeing the changes in the magic blood, John walked towards the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

He raised his right hand and the Silver Wick Sword appeared.

Aim at the vacant sword position on the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

The sword in his hand was thrust into the Witch King's throne.

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