I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John said something that made Basil very unhappy.

It had previously had another fight with Fox, although Fox did not take any action.

But the Phoenix's flames and powerful magic still made it impossible for Basil to defeat it.

John rubbed the heads of the two owls. Under his feet was a moving shipwreck.

The melted Deathly Hallows symbol turned into a small snake, hovering over the bow of the ship, and took John to a place.

That should have been the battlefield that John had sought out for himself.

But magic is meant to be used for cheating, isn't it?

John took out his wand, a birch wand with a thunderbird feather core.

This wand has been with John for over a year.

For John now, it has come to an end.

His magic power is too strong. As a silent one, his magic power is corrosive.

The large amount of magic power output caused considerable damage to the magic wand.

The golden magic power was rotating on it, and the burnt black color that originally appeared on it gradually returned to its original color.

John ran his left hand over the wand and a small golden snake appeared on it.

The light dimmed, and the wand was restored to its previous state.

Raise your right hand, and silver covers your entire arm.

Purple lightning flashed on the five purple super magic crystals from time to time.

Blue Philosopher's Stone can enhance these energies.

John stared at the philosophical stone on his glove and raised his hand to grasp the air.

A beautiful silver sword appeared.

The ten trials of the Demon Hunter are engraved on it.

On the hilt of the sword is the highest crystallization of alchemy, the red magic stone with infinite magic power.

This sword has been through a lot with John and is by far the longest sword he has had.

Together they traveled through time, touched souls, and journeyed through other worlds.

Witness the conjunction of the celestial spheres that nearly killed Voldemort's body.

All in all, this sword finally became a treasure that was no less valuable than the Sword of Gryffindor.

John refined the childish words he had heard at school again and again, and finally realized his dream.

"You were given the name of Wick. Now you must follow Wick and prove yourself."

John whispered, the sword trembling slightly.

This is a sword with a soul, and like John, it longs for a battle.

It hopes to imprint the proof of its kingship on its sword.

John looked up and saw Basil and Riddle flying.

They flew into the sky, piercing the darkness with thunder.

A place shrouded in fog is being cleared.

The last stop on the road to becoming a king.

...

region.

The submarine received the order and rushed to a coordinate.

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Chapter 739 The War of the Century

"It seems my friends are worried about me."

John glanced at the badge and a smile appeared on his lips.

Looking up at the sky, the weather has not been very good these days.

It seems to be intended to highlight this epic decisive battle at the end of the 20th century.

Basil and Riddle tore apart the fog in front of them, and the flapping of their wings caused thunder and lightning and storms.

The bad weather caused two huge eddies tearing each other to appear on the sea.

The ghost ship passed between the two whirlpools.

The soul resides in the dark blue soul lamp, and John raised his hand and placed it on it.

The ghost ship walking on the sea emitted blue light and then flew away from the sea.

The storm is far from over.

The ghost ship became a small boat in the storm, pushing and shoving each other in the wind and rain.

"This battlefield is really surprising."

John raised an eyebrow calmly.

The wind blows the sea water upward, and a seaspout is about to be born.

Riddle swooped down from the air.

Its wings were like sharp knives, piercing through the waterspout that was about to form.

The tornado that was cut off from it collapsed.

The ghost ship crossed and entered the island far away from human habitation and country.

The ghost ship landed and the fog disappeared before our eyes.

barren.

This place seems to be cursed by the goddess of spring, taking away all vitality.

But there are rich minerals here.

The exposed crystals extend into the depths like spikes.

At the end of the road, wildly growing crystals piled up into a blood throne.

Sitting on the throne, the white-haired man supported his chin with one hand, with the other hand hanging naturally.

The old magic wand, a symbol of power, hangs down, and the man has a lazy posture with a charming and seductive smile.

"Like it?"

Grindelwald stood up leisurely and walked down from the throne.

"This is the throne I built for you."

His hand stroked the bloody throne.

"Just like we are going to do, a baptism of blood will make this throne moving."

John walked slowly, "That blood, is that you?"

"It could also be you." Grindelwald did not deny it.

He walked down the stairs and said with a smile, "I know what you are doing."

He looked John in the eye and said, "You're planning a war."

“In this respect, we are exactly alike.”

John said calmly, "You are also planning a war."

The two of them stood on the left and right of the throne.

John slowly pulled out his wand, "Those people and seeds you left behind during the war."

"They've sprouted, haven't they?"

Grindelwald lowered his head as if thinking, then shook his head.

"No, not exactly."

He tapped the Elder Wand on his forehead. "They are not controlled."

"They once created the world with ideals, but now they are..." Grindelwald curled his lips, "a bunch of termites."

"You can imagine the guys who are just sitting there doing nothing and being in those important positions."

"Dead but not stiff." John tilted his head and asked in confusion, "If those people were termites, the Muggles should have discovered it."

"To be precise, it is their next generation."

Grindelwald and John were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Even though they had just chatted not long ago.

"You know, World War II in the Muggle world."

Grindelwald raised a finger and said seriously: "It was just one tragic battle, and they made it impossible for wizards to win."

"Competition and crisis promote development." John murmured, "There is a motivation to kill someone or not to be killed."

"That's right," Grindelwald nodded in agreement, "The development of Muggles has made great progress every time after a war."

"Muggles also understand this. Technology is their guarantee of survival, so after the war, they launched a plan."

Grindelwald whispered, "Paper clip."

“They recruited scientists who had helped their enemies kill them,” Grindelwald said. “Those people went from being losers to being in the arms of their enemies.”

"They suck blood from them. They use all the knowledge and resources that should be used to train the new generation as their own nutrients."

"If I hadn't shown up, would you have done the same?" John stared at Grindelwald, "Let wizards integrate into the Muggle camp."

"Yes," Grindelwald admitted, "there was a time when wizards served Muggles."

"Integrate wizards into Muggles, extract what they need from them, and wait for the opportunity," Grindelwald said with madness in his eyes, "They will not let go of any value of wizards. They will use paper clips like they did before."

Very good plan.

As long as those concepts are passed on, wizards with special abilities will check and balance the other wizards in different lineups of Muggle governments.

"Why did you give up?" John asked, stroking his chin. "It's quite useful, isn't it?"

Grindelwald smiled and shook his head. "Too long."

"We don't have such strong wills. You should have noticed that, Joel," Grindelwald said. "Wizards are more emotionally extreme than Muggles."

"Wizard education is not to the point where wizards cannot escape from it. Poor education and some pro-Muggle factions."

The wizarding education system is far less sophisticated than that of Muggles.

It has been developed longer than Muggle schools, but Hogwarts, with a thousand-year history, is not as mature as their education system.

This is disgusting to say the least.

Even the Neon School of Magic is more mature than other schools.

At least they knew to let the young wizards familiarize themselves with magic in advance, while Hogwarts hardly cared about the wizards before they were eleven years old.

This was true even of the Muggle wizards who suddenly showed up in Muggle families.

It was only when I was eleven that I received an admission letter.

At that age, the understanding of the world is basically formed, which means that wizards from non-wizard families have already received Muggle education before receiving wizard education.

Their values ​​will also tend to be more Muggle-oriented.

There is a feeling of being neither high nor low.

That's why Grindelwald said that wizards cannot use "paper clips" to disintegrate Muggles from within.

Instead, they will be assimilated by Muggles.