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HPxLOTM: A Wizard's Path to Divinity-Chapter 732: No Regrets
(Final Chapter)
Next, two scenes began playing simultaneously, each centred on Will and Amon respectively.
Amon’s scene showed him at Hogwarts, being mercilessly roasted straight to his face by Snape—forced to scrub toilets, clean trash, copy books by hand, unable to learn anything properly. Though his heart burned with rage, he still had to maintain a well-behaved and obedient façade.
Will’s scene, on the other hand, repeatedly replayed every one of his reincarnations at the child stage—acting silly, playing cute, feigning innocence.
Seeing this, Little Snake Will immediately leaned back with an utterly indifferent expression.
He truly didn’t care about such trivial things. As a child, hugging ice cream and eating it every day was, no matter how one looked at it, far more normal than living as an adult.
But Amon was different.
As a naturally born mythical creature, a King of Angels who had spent thousands of years fearing neither gods nor calamities, when had He ever suffered such humiliation? When had He ever been yelled at face-to-face by ordinary people? When had He ever needed to pretend to be stupid and play nice?
Well then—
The God of Mischief’s lifetime reputation was about to be completely ruined.
Amon ground his teeth.
Very interesting.
At this moment, Roselle suddenly remembered something and clapped his hands.
"Wait—our four new members still don’t have code names yet, right? How about I make some suggestions, Mr. Chairman?"
Klein fell silent for a few seconds.
"...Fine."
Roselle pointed at Mr. Azik.
"You’ll be called No-Past."
Azik nodded slightly.
"That works."
Then he pointed at Little Snake.
"You’ll be No-Future!"
Will exploded.
"You’re the one with no future!"
Next came the big snake.
"You’ll be No-Brains...hmm, that clashes with Miss No-Head. Then let’s call you No-Happiness instead."
Ouroboros: "..."
Finally, Roselle looked at Amon.
"As for you, that one’s easy. You’ll be called...No-Sefirah-Castle."
Originally, Roselle had wanted to call Amon No-Humanity, but he remembered that Amon actually possessed a considerable amount of humanity now. Taking into account Amon’s contributions in the final battle, as well as Adam’s sacrifice, it wouldn’t be appropriate to give him something too malicious.
Thus, No-Sefirah-Castle was just right.
Amon: "You Motherf—"
Klein immediately exercised Sefirah Castle’s authority and muted Amon on the spot. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
And so, everyone happily continued watching The Tragedy of Amon in 8k.
———
Meanwhile, at the real Tarot Club gathering—
Everyone was still reeling from the shocking revelation that the Tarot Club had apparently "changed masters," when the figure at the head of the table suddenly flickered and reverted to the familiar appearance they all knew.
After a brief moment of disorientation, Klein quickly regained his composure and chuckled softly.
"That was just another awakened deity playing a joke on everyone."
As was his habit, he leaned back slightly and tapped the tabletop once.
"Then, today’s Tarot Club gathering...shall begin."
The members exchanged glances.
Then Lilith spoke up in a bright, cheerful voice:
"Mr. Fool, thank you—and your friends—for saving this world together and completely resolving the apocalypse!"
The confused onlookers who had no idea what was going on.
"Ah???"
———
Two months later—
A modest wedding was held in the city of Tingen.
The newlyweds were neither Edward and Audrey, nor Klein and any of his so-called "rumoured girlfriends," but Dunn and Daly.
After enduring so much together, the couple had finally reached their happy ending, stepping into marriage amid the blessings of friends and family. The decorations and ceremony were simple—after all, neither of them was a social butterfly, nor did they hold any lofty status. Those in attendance were either close friends or colleagues.
When the members of Tingen’s Nighthawks team first learned that Dunn hadn’t actually died, each of them had been utterly incredulous, convinced he must be an impostor Beyonder. It wasn’t until Daly, Leonard, and even the Church itself provided official confirmation that they finally accepted the truth.
Tearfully, they embraced their captain—and a few days later, attended this wedding together.
As they watched Dunn and Miss Daly exchange wedding rings under the officiation of an elderly priest, Klein nudged Edward with his shoulder.
"Hey—when are you going to have a wedding with Audrey?"
"Let’s wait a bit longer."
"Heh. Scumbag."
"..."
Edward fell silent for a moment.
"And you’re one to talk," he said at last. "Aren’t you the one who has all sorts of ambiguous relationships with multiple girls at the same time?"
"???"
Klein’s old face instantly flushed red. He nearly shouted out loud.
"That’s blatant slander! To this day, I haven’t even properly held another girl’s hand! How is that ’ambiguous’ with anyone?!"
"Oh? Really?" Edward raised an eyebrow. "The last time you were with Fors in that snowy town—didn’t you hold hands?"
"T-That...that was her dragging me away using Door Opening while we were running for our lives! That counts?!"
Edward let out a snicker and lowered his voice.
"By the way...Fors, Sharron, Reinette, Xio, the Vice Admiral Iceberg...which one do you actually like?"
"Why is Xio in there? And what does Edwina have to do with this?!"
"Oh~"
Edward pinched his chin, feigning deep thought.
"Oh~~ so you don’t object to the first three, then? Heh. Scumbag."
"Hey, you!!"
Klein immediately pointed at him with a classic husky pointing meme gesture.
"oooOOOOHHHH!"
At that moment, a burst of commotion erupted ahead. A dark shape suddenly descended from above. Instinctively, Edward and Klein raised their hands at the same time—
And caught the falling object together.
It was the bride’s bouquet.
The two froze and looked at each other in unison. Before they could react, the surrounding crowd pushed and shoved them forward together toward the bride and groom. Amid laughter and cheers, a group photo was snapped.
Watching Audrey and Lilith below—clapping, laughing, and joining in the fun—along with Roselle, Bernadette, and the others who had come to spectate at the entrance, Edward’s face broke into a bright, joyful smile.
———
A thousand years later—
Edward carried a bottle of high-proof vodka as he arrived at the rooftop of a hundred-story building that once stood in Intis of the Northern Continent.
Grisha Adam, dressed in a white priest’s robe, stood quietly at the edge, gazing out over the city. Just as before, his eyes carried warmth and compassion for the world.
"Want a drink?" Edward asked, tossing the bottle over.
Grisha Adam caught it and didn’t stand on ceremony. With a pop, he opened the cap, tilted his head back, and drained the entire bottle in one go.
Edward chuckled, took out another bottle, mimicked him, and swallowed a large gulp. Wiping his mouth, he smiled.
"So—does this prosperous age look like what you hoped for?"
"Yes."
Grisha Adam answered softly, then glanced behind Edward.
"Where’s Amon? Why didn’t he come?"
"Oh, come on. The kid’s shy."
Edward walked over and stood beside him.
"Besides, he’s pretty busy these days. As the current headmaster of Hogwarts, he’s representing the school at the interworld conference on Beyonder abilities."
"Amon...headmaster of Hogwarts?"
A rare look of astonishment appeared on Grisha Adam’s face.
"I never imagined those two words could exist together."
"Heh. All thanks to Dumbledore’s excellent guidance."
"..."
After a few seconds of silence, Grisha Adam spoke again.
"Then take me to see him. And while we’re at it...let me take a look at this world."
The two of them walked down from the towering building and entered the lively, crowded streets, quickly blending into the flow of people.
As Adam strolled calmly through the crowd, two more figures appeared beside Edward—Audrey and Lilith.
Edward smiled gently at the two of them.
Many times, this world was never perfect. There were always regrets left behind.
But since he had come all this way—
If the story’s ending wasn’t perfect enough, then he would try to change it, make it perfect, and leave behind no regrets.
(The End)
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[Note]: I can’t quite put my emotions into words right now, so I won’t try. I just want to say thank you to everyone who made it so far. I’ll be taking a short 3–4 week break before starting my next project.
~IseeBlack, signing off.







