John held the Aether particles, feeling his limited Reality Stone being drawn to them. He clapped his palms together forcefully, and an alchemical array composed of lines and circles opened. The Aether particles were enveloped within it—this time, they could not assimilate. Within the alchemical array, the Aether particles churned and were continuously compressed until a black stone sealing box imprisoned them. With this, the massive crisis threatening the Nine Realms vanished.
Thor stopped his movements, a smile appearing on his face. "I knew you wouldn't just stand by and watch."
John held the lamp-like box, his gaze slowly shifting. A sharp crack appeared in the air, and John's eyes settled on the person who emerged. The two stared at each other silently until the newcomer broke the standoff.
"Is it you?" The words brewed and turned in his mouth before finally being spoken.
John nodded, watching the other person smile. "Long time no see, Harry."
The familiar voice awakened long-sealed memories. Harry Potter—Head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic branch, the legendary Auror who succeeded Mad-Eye Moody. He was the heir to the Order of the Phoenix, a disciple of the great Dumbledore, and once a schoolmate of the Wizard King at the same school.
At Hogwarts in 1991, two young wizards entering the magical world for the first time took different paths. One was the prophesied savior who entered Gryffindor, a legend who stopped "that man"—Harry was already legendary before even entering the magical world. The other was a Muggle-born wizard who entered Slytherin, unknown to all, with no one knowing that the troublesome boy who fought on the first day would become the future Wizard King of the entire magical world.
Different paths birthed two legends. They had competed and even exchanged blows, each following their own beliefs down separate roads. It wasn't about right or wrong—past grievances had become childhood anecdotes and jokes. In their exchanged gazes, emotions remained calm. Acceptance was the greatest wisdom of adulthood.
The world-famous savior had become a legendary Auror, using courage and wisdom to become the nemesis of all dark wizards. Seeing that person again, Harry's thoughts churned. His lips parted slightly before he finally smiled.
"Welcome back."
Harry gently touched his wand to his heart, bowing his head with a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, filled with acceptance and nostalgia. "My King."
Yes, even a legendary Auror was still a subject of the King. The powerful wizard bowed his head to the noble King.
The other Aurors arrived, seeing the silver mask identical to the statue in the central square of the Wizard City. They all gaped in amazement. Hearing their leader's words, they belatedly realized the truth.
"By the Wizard King." The wizards who had faced life and death with composure now felt their mouths go dry. Miss Delphi, the young witch, covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide with an endearing expression. As a newly appointed Auror, the events she'd experienced recently were more exciting than her previous nineteen years combined.
The young witch lost her composure, and the older Aurors weren't much better. Lawrence breathed heavily. For Lawrence, the Wizard King was like a legend no story could match—a student wizard who defeated the most terrifying Voldemort, who reversed life and death to mend regrets, who clashed with the most powerful wizards, and the one who saved the magical world from fire and water in its darkest hour.
It was the Wizard King who led the magical world out of the abyss and gave wizards the right to live in the light. He reformed wizard education, modified the economy, and created the Magical Kingdom. Any one of these achievements could shape the image of history's greatest wizard. And the Wizard King, who accomplished all these great feats, was only twenty years old—as if born by heaven to save magic itself.
The Magical Kingdom had two suns: one in the sky illuminating the world, and one in the central tower of the Wizard City, illuminating every wizard. This group of Aurors had all been appointed after the Magical Kingdom's establishment, so their excitement upon seeing the Wizard King was understandable.
Without words, they followed Harry's example, pressing their wands to their hearts. "Praise the Wizard King." Thirteen Aurors bowed. Their King protected every wizard.
The gorgeous green wizard robes and silver mask, the emerald gem, and slender fingers—this scene also fell under Mycroft's gaze. His eyes held complexity as he murmured, "They will completely step onto the stage, becoming an undeniable force in this world's power games."
Mycroft and John had always used each other mutually. Like Britain and the Magical Kingdom, their relationship would never be brotherly or friendly—just a mutually beneficial transaction. The wizards' appearance gave Mycroft the Miracle Children project as a stepping stone, while the Miracle Children project was the opportunity for wizards to come into the open and show their hand to the world. They used each other for their respective countries' benefit.
"However, this isn't necessarily bad news," Mycroft restrained his rarely shown emotions, becoming once again the calculating cabinet minister. "The future landscape is changing. The stronger our allies, the better we can face those crises. When facing threats from beyond this planet, will wizards who share our appearance and history still be considered outsiders?"
A gleam flashed in Mycroft's eyes. He thought of the uninvited guest who had appeared when he sent people to meet the Wick couple. "You really are beyond my expectations, John Wick."
This crisis had miraculously caused no major casualties. The damage to Greenwich from the Dark Elves was mostly to buildings. This stage, centered on one location, successfully showed the world a deadly crisis rivaling the Battle of New York being resolved. Videos of agents and wizards in action, Thor wielding his hammer in Greenwich—everything spread like wildfire across the internet. The whole world was discussing this crisis.
Some vented negative emotions about the smashed buildings and cars, the destroyed history, and the giant standing wreckage. This was unavoidable. The arrival of the superhero era meant the appearance of supervillains. They were destined not to be small-scale like before. More people praised their luck. But as superheroes became commonplace, they would start noticing these flaws. Someone had to pay for the losses. They wouldn't blame government incompetence; they preferred to blame those uninvited hero guests.
But for now, John wanted to give the world a perfect image—one completely different from the Avengers superheroes. He looked at the devastated Greenwich. The tall warship let out a fragile wail. The impact had been too much for the Dark Elf vessel, and it began to collapse from where it was embedded in the ground. The massive ship swayed, its hull materials breaking apart.
Everyone's expressions changed as the tottering warship finally couldn't hold on and began toppling toward the building where they stood.
Agents cried out in alarm, "Evacuate!" Thor wanted to lift his hammer to stop it, but he was badly injured. The Aurors immediately raised their wands, but John slowly drew his wand and raised it.
"Let this miracle become a complete miracle."
[Chapter Complete]
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