I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Queenie on the other side also had to cross the flames.

Jacob knew the horror of war, so he stopped Queenie.

"Jacob, he is the answer, he wants the same thing as us."

"No, no, no." Jacob called out to Queenie in pain.

"Come with me." Queenie wanted to take Jacob away.

"Dear, don't go!"

Queenie screamed, "Follow me!"

Jacob had tears in his eyes, "You're crazy."

But Queenie stepped into the flames anyway.

"No! Queenie, don't go!"

Queenie walks onto the stage and Apparates away.

The blue flames spread raging.

Credence was gently hugged by Grindelwald, and whispered in his ear: "This is all for you."

"I just want to know my life story." Credence looked at John, who was calm outside the flames, and reached out to hold the pendant.

Grindelwald smiled noncommittally. No one could choose to live in seclusion under his charm.

The Elder Wand became his baton, the flames his orchestra, and death the notes.

Blue flames struck Aurors who tried to Apparate.

Six or seven Aurors panicked and ran towards Grindelwald through the flames.

This was a massacre, but also a demonstration to show off muscles.

The flames passed through but never touched John.

He was like the only spectator in the flames, witnessing this elegy of death.

"Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" Grindelwald focused on the two Scamanders.

"Help them!" Tina shouted to John in the audience.

John shrugged, "Sorry, Tina, they can handle it themselves."

"Do you know me?" Tina was stunned.

John let the cat out of the bag.

That voice.

Tina sounded familiar.

All these scenes were seen by John.

In order to protect the two Scamanders, Leta pretended to join Grindelwald.

Grindelwald welcomes him personally, but...

Rita looked resolutely at the two Scamanders over there.

"I love you."

Love who?

No one knows, and there will be no answer.

A big boy who redeemed herself during her student days, and a fiancé who cared for her afterwards.

Maybe I love both.

As a Slytherin, it's not wrong to be a little greedy.

Rita used her wand and aimed at the skull in Wenda's hand.

With a spell, the skeleton exploded and Wenda was knocked down.

The blue flame got out of control and the fire engulfed Rita.

John watched the scene with indifference.

Theseus tried madly to rush through the flames and was nearly swallowed up.

John slowly closed his eyes, the wailing sounds continuing in his ears.

"I should leave," Grindelwald said to John. "This place is out of my control."

After that, he took Credence and took one last look at the place, saying with disgust: "I hate Paris."

They Disapparated away.

Leaving a mess behind.

John slowly stood up, disappeared and reappeared beside Nagini.

Nagini, who was about to be touched by the blue flame, was driven away by the gold.

John put his arm around Nagini's shoulders and whispered, "He will see you again."

Nagini was heartbroken, with tears in her eyes, and stared into John's eyes with hatred, "Who are you?"

"John," John said in a deep voice, "John Wick, don't forget me, Nagini."

"I am about to leave, and this is a secret between you and me, hidden deep in my soul, don't forget it."

His fingers gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Nagini's eyes, very tenderly.

This time of departure, Nagini suffered the pain of a lifetime, until that day in Albania, when the reckless boy broke in and was redeemed.

Nagini sensed sadness from John.

This person is full of contradictions. He is indifferent to those who die, but shows sadness when he has to say goodbye to himself.

Grindelwald's fire was out of control. John protected Nagini and saved the Muggle who was passing by.

Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Not long after John led the two out, Newt, Theseus, and others Apparated out one after another.

The blue flames chased them, and it was a huge disaster.

Every grave was spewing flames.

The cemetery is on the brink of destruction, as Grindelwald's flames transform into a dragon-like monster, bent on destroying everything.

Seeing the doomsday that would destroy Paris approaching, John said softly, "Next, it's your turn, teacher."

The monsters broke out of the cemetery and wreaked havoc.

The Auror's attack was ineffective.

An old man came tremblingly.

John saw him and his eyes lit up with excitement.

He could only suppress his anger and not allow himself to go in front of the old man.

Nicolas Flamel arrived and directed everyone to gather together, form a circle and insert their wands into the ground.

The only thing that can counter this terrible spell is the End of All Curses.

After hearing what the old man said, everyone dispersed around the cemetery.

"All curses are final! (Finite)"

The wand plunged into the ground and a golden wall rose up.

The fire of purification battles with the fire of evil.

They united, and then...

The Evil Fire bit off the head of the Purifying Fire, and everyone vomited blood and retreated.

“???” John was confused.

That’s not right. The script I saw was not like this.

"Son, we are not strong enough."

Nicolas Flamel's voice was heard, calling out to John.

John's body trembled and he turned his head to look in disbelief.

There was a questioning look in his eyes.

Nicolas Flamel confirmed John's guess with a kind voice.

"Kid, do what you're good at."

"But you..."

"You have to be willful sometimes to live up to the power you hold." Nicolas Flamel winked at John, "Care about your children and use that power. You need it."

Yes, it's him.

Your own teacher.

I don’t know what means this old man uses.

It could be knowing the future, or it could be the consciousness of the old man guarding the door.

John smiled helplessly: "You are much more willful now than you will be in the future."

"When you are younger, your mentality is different," said Nicolas Flamel.

John saw the dragon ready to destroy the city and said, "Okay."

Tina couldn't understand their conversation, but she could hear that it seemed that this white-haired wizard could save the city.

"Please, no matter who you are." Tina pleaded.

John looked at those eyes and suddenly asked, "Has anyone ever told you that your eyes resemble those of a salamander?"

Tina's eyes are the same as John's.

After saying that, John pulled out his white wand.

"It's useless. Even all the curses can't end it!" Newt was forced back by the flames.

"Playing with fire?" John shook his head and smiled, "Newt, have you forgotten who is the ruler of fire?"

"Who are you?" Newt didn't remember having such a deep friendship with the other party.

But John grinned at him.

Golden flames burned from his body.

John murmured, "It's getting closer. It's coming."

Turning to look at Nagini, John said in a gentle tone: "I hope you will have no regrets this time, Nagini."

The golden flame completely ignited John, and he raised his right hand high.

Time responded here, and a terrifying impact opened a gap in the sky.

A sword ignited by the eternal fire appeared in his hand.

The blooming light is as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

John looked at the sword and knew he had succeeded.

He heard the call from his friend.

A wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

John uttered an inaudible whisper.

"I am a fire dragon."

Flames burn the body.

The golden fire dragon, carrying the eternal fire, engulfed the blue flame.

Gold collides with the waves, transforming into extreme white.

Tinnitus occupied the ears of those present, and the blinding white light took away their vision.