"Mr. Wick, are you all right?"
Martha looked at his dazed face and asked in concern.
John came back to his senses. As he digested the memories in his head, he shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but I think I've learned a few things."
He rose from the Memory Sarcophagus. The moment he got up, it collapsed with a crash.
The dense marks covering it seemed to have been caused by John unconsciously using his power.
Frowning, John muttered, "It still affected me."
Myself from another world?
In that timeline, where he had never entered Hogwarts, he had grown up and become lonely.
There was just one thing.
His wife and pet had the names of people he knew, which was a little embarrassing.
The names Helen and Daisy involuntarily reminded John of two people in this world.
Sweeping his gaze over the surrounding treasure, John glanced at the Legendary Auror.
The man couldn't have come here just to lie in a coffin.
"Take inventory of the valuables. We might find something unexpected."
John handed the task to the Legendary Auror. He was the expert in this area.
The Legendary Auror also looked at the dazzling array of gold, silver, and jewels.
Vampires were not to be underestimated, even if they weren't the rulers of this world.
After living for centuries, if they were still broke, they might as well step out into the sun and enjoy a little sunbathing.
The Legendary Auror, who had a small mountain of gold coins at home, wasn't about to lose his head over these jewels.
Still, seeing so much money at once left him a little dazed.
The quantity and age of the jewels suggested that the castle's master had been born sometime in the eighteenth century.
The Legendary Auror immediately