John remained silent for a long time.
He dared not imagine that scene.
This was the one thing that could make the Wizard King afraid.
And the spark that had set it off...
John raised his eyes again.
Pepper Potts said, "I killed Neville Longbottom."
She had expected agitation or anger from John.
But neither came. All that awaited her was a single question.
"Why?"
Yes, that was what Pepper Potts could not understand either.
He had chosen her, rather than someone more powerful.
"I don't know." Pepper Potts shook her head.
Looking at John, she said, "The Wizard King has always understood the Stars better than anyone."
What had Neville sacrificed himself for?
John was not angry, because he knew that the Wizard King was not the only one disappointed. That generous-hearted Lion had been disappointed too.
Neville had never been the most conspicuous of the Stars.
He had neither Percy's political ability nor Pheobe's social finesse.
At school, Cedric had been a celebrity, Draco the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, Percy the Head Boy, Daphne a top student, and Astoria a mainstay of her Quidditch team and an Inter-School League champion.
Kim had been hailed as the sun of Ilvermorny, while Heinrich had been Durmstrang's legendary exchange student.
Pheobe had competed in the Triwizard Tournament, and her extraordinary beauty had made her much sought after.
Only Neville had remained so obscure.
Even in Gryffindor, the Chosen One had overshadowed him.
Yet someone like him possessed the most dazzling qualities among the Stars.
Courage and tolerance.
He had shown tolerance toward Draco, who had once bullied him, and had dared to raise his sword against the powerful Dumbledore.
Within the Stars Society, he had been the closest to the Wizard King.
Even Heinrich and Percy had been forced