Legendary Auror.
It was not a title just anyone could hold.
It had nothing to do with rank. It represented the highest honor an Auror could receive.
The previous Legendary Auror had spent his life sending enough dark wizards to fill half of Azkaban.
Harry was hailed as the strongest of all time, and the number of criminals he had captured had already surpassed his predecessor's.
That was only ten years' worth of work.
With the birth of the Wizarding Kingdom, Aurors and Hit Wizards had become separate branches.
The Aurors' authority had expanded, and training courses had been established to prepare students who aspired to become Aurors.
As he stepped into the ancient manor, emotions stirred in Harry's eyes that would not settle for a long time.
Wherever he passed, the flowers turned toward him, like a crowd of curious elves gathering to watch the Legendary Auror.
So this is Silver Hand Manor? Harry wondered.
Back in the era before the Wizard King's rise, Harry had still been at school, while his classmate had already become a powerful wizard who shook the world.
At the time, John had been known as the Second Wong.
Granted the title of king, the Second Wong had established an enormous network of shared interests spanning several countries.
This manor had belonged to the Second Wong.
Whenever the bells rang, the powerful and influential gathered here alongside mighty wizards.
Harry had not been qualified to enter back then. He had not even learned about Silver Hand Manor until he became an Auror.
His expression was complicated. They had both been Hogwarts students.
Ordinary students envied and resented the Legendary Auror named Harry Potter.
Yet they would never harbor disrespect toward John Wick.
Because he was John Wick. Losing to him was not a disgrace,