I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John raised his wand and white ripples emanated.

Everyone died.

He cut a path and headed for the origin of magic.

The place was filled with devastation and there were cries of pain beneath the ruins.

This is Grindelwald's ultimate goal, a performance to deceive everyone.

John looked numb as he walked towards the castle in the sky.

Someone on the road asked him for help, but he seemed not to hear it.

Walking step by step towards the destroyed castle, John saw it.

He saw his partner.

Yes, it's him.

That almost carbonized body.

John walked away numbly.

He lost, completely.

With careful planning, he wanted to push old Batty into that position.

But the result was a huge failure.

He reached out to touch old Batty's hand, and the residue fell off as he touched it.

"It seems I'm not smart enough."

John stared at old Batty's body and slowly stood up.

Like a zombie, he walked downstairs.

death.

cry.

wail.

The flames carried a burning smell and there were wailing sounds under the ruins.

The cries of lost loved ones and the groans of pain.

Everything was impacting the Second King's heart.

He thought he had been through enough.

Killing Voldemort was enough to put himself at the top.

The brutal Battle of Hogwarts was enough to make him proud.

John's heart was throbbing.

He stumbled and looked up.

Half of the body buried under the rubble was revealed, and that face was Theodore.

Seeing the familiar face, John's numb expression finally showed some color.

He waved his hand to remove the heavy object pressing on Theodore, dragged him out, and used a healing spell to heal Theodore.

Theodore woke up and saw John.

John put the man down, and his body burst into light.

Then fly into the sky.

He was like a little sun, attracting everyone in this disaster.

John waved his wand.

The passage in front of me opens.

The Star Guards appeared. Little golden men jumped down from the sky and turned into Star Guards when they landed.

Then he waved again, "Divine Guard, protect me."

Silver light flew out from the wand and fell to the ground.

Wherever he pointed, elemental guards rose from the ground.

They moved the rubble away and rescued the people inside.

White light condensed on the tip of the wand and fell from the sky.

Wherever the light shines, the injured are healed.

At this moment, John was like a god descended to earth.

His light shines on every wizard.

A Ministry of Magic employee was being treated with white light. He watched the scene and silently raised his wand to use projection magic.

The extinguished images of the Ministry of Magic of various countries gradually lighted up.

All those affected by the recent attack were watching there.

They saw the Second King shining brightly.

They saw the Second King saving the world.

This disaster was averted with the help of John.

Rescue thousands of wizards from the ruins of death.

They all looked at the god-like man.

Facing everyone's gaze, John slowly descended.

He didn't say anything, just walked by silently.

The wizard looked at him.

John stopped and said calmly, "Go home and take them back."

No one objected to his words.

The wizard found his family and friends, and they looked at the dead, tears silently falling.

Justice is born out of evil.

A hero is born after a disaster.

...

Chapter 667 Sacrifice, Turbulence

The train was heading towards Hogwarts. It was a happy day.

On the train, the people from the past left.

The new people followed the train to the magic school.

Luna sat in the car, which was occupied by a Scimitar-Horned Snorlax that was already growing to the size of a cow.

She lay on the Crooked-Horned Snorkle, and its brown fur felt so soft and comfortable wrapped around her.

The Crooked-Horned Snorkeller yawned and mooed, and Luna stuffed a dragon fruit with skin into its mouth.

He turned his head and looked through the car window at the two people outside who were in a tense situation.

"You guys were really lucky last time."

"Really? I don't think so. You are the lucky ones."

The girl with red hair and the girl with golden hair met in the aisle and neither of them gave way to the other.

Ginny crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows, and said with fighting spirit: "This year I will end Slytherin's victory."

Astoria was noncommittal.

The two people passed each other.

Luna flipped through The Quibbler.

Suddenly, Luna looked out the window as if she had sensed something.

The large round shell she was wearing swayed.

An owl appeared outside, followed by a second and a third.

More and more owls appeared, flying past the Hogwarts Express and towards Hogsmeade village.

Expedited newspapers fell from the sky.

The beautiful proprietress of the Three Broomsticks walked out the door. She picked up a newspaper and the indifferent expression on her face turned into horror.

"Merlin ah—" She covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

Her eyes were red and tears streaked across the profile that fascinated the wizard.

Tears broke free of her skin, fell through the air, and shattered on the newspaper.

The broken teardrops printed on the newspapers depict the city covered in flames.

More and more people saw the newspapers, and their reaction was disbelief.

Everyone was looking at the newspaper.

The wind blew up and down the newspapers, flying towards Hogwarts.

Slughorn was looking at the instructions, holding a red can in his hand, pondering it.

"Pull the ring, that's it, magical Muggle."

He opened it out of curiosity, and the gas turned white and floated out.

"Oh, shit." Slughorn glanced out the window. An owl was tapping on the glass.

He accidentally bumped into it when he put down the soda, and the soda spilled onto the desk with white steam.

Slughorn hastily picked up the jar and heard the owl's urgent tapping again.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." He had no choice but to put down his hastily packed things, walked over to open the window, took the newspaper, waved his palm angrily and said, "You are such a disgusting owl, get out of here!"

The owl pecked the back of his hand dissatisfied and flew away.

Slughorn uttered a cry.

The damp air blew on his face. Slughorn looked up at the sky and said, "It looks like it's going to rain."

The gloomy clouds were humming as Slughorn walked into the house, put down the newspaper, and was about to clean the table first.

He glanced at the newspaper unintentionally and froze in his tracks.

"A huge explosion occurred in the Kingdom of Bhutan, killing many Ministry of Magic personnel, including Barty Crouch"

He stared at the newspaper.

The wind blew open the window that was not closed tightly, and the parchment he had been working on at his desk yesterday was blown up.

Slughorn waved his hands wildly, sending a piece of parchment flying.

The parchment flew out of the balcony under his force, swaying on the top floor and flying down.

Passing by the Transfiguration office on the second floor, he was hit by a falling drop of water.

Then came the heavy rain, which soaked it and made it fall.

Professor McGonagall sat in her office facing the Quidditch training grounds with her hair tied in a bun.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

She looked at the newspaper delivered by owl and murmured to herself with tears in her eyes, "This is too cruel."

Thousands of wizards died in the artillery fire. This was the biggest disaster in the wizarding world in five hundred years.

She saw the list of deaths and looked at the faces, young and not young.

Some of them were Professor McGonagall's former students.