I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Grindelwald touched the silver short blade with his left hand.

"Then come on."

"Avada Kedavra"

The green light was mixed with silver light, and John's wand emitted white light that collided with it.

The next second, a silver short blade appeared in the magic.

It flew through the magic towards John's heart.

Just as it was about to touch John, the flying knife slowed down infinitely in his eyes.

It finally stopped in front of John's heart, was caught by his hand and thrown out.

The flying knife pierced Grindelwald's heart, interrupting his magic.

Then a red light hit Grindelwald's body.

The wand in his hand flew out.

The old wand drew circles in the air.

Fall slowly.

Just before it hit the ground, it was caught by a hand.

John looked at the wand in his hand and raised his head to look at Grindelwald lying in a pool of blood.

Another wand has broken again.

When John picked up the Elder Wand, he could feel that it was calling him greedily.

As the victor, John walked towards Grindelwald and looked down at the old king.

He was trying hard to turn his body to the side.

John stretched out his sword, and the tip of the sword, flashing with a cold light, touched Grindelwald's chin.

"You're going to die, Grindelwald." There were dark lines on John's face.

As John breathed, the lines gradually disappeared.

Grindelwald smiled, "No, it's us who are going to die."

The intuition brought about by avoidance is beating wildly.

John looked up at the sky and saw a missile falling with a flame trailing its tail.

...

Chapter 743: Holy Fire cannot shake the dragon, become the king

Astoria sat in the library, sketching absentmindedly on her parchment.

Luna walked past her with the book in her arms and then came back.

After going back and forth, Astoria finally discovered it.

"Luna?" Astoria looked at Luna who was leading the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller.

The main reason is that the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller is too conspicuous every time it passes by.

The Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller was almost as big as a cow, but the strict Ms. Pince turned a blind eye to it.

He was chewing an apple, and the juice dripped into the small jar on the neck of the Crooked Snorlax.

Luna, who seemed to be sleepwalking, blinked and greeted, "Hey, Atuo."

"What are you working on?" Astoria asked the graduating senior. "What book?"

The Crooked-Horned Snorkle used his hands to take out the fruit from the bag on his belly.

"Woo--" Luna dragged out the sound, thought for a moment and said, "I want to see if the Star Society will show up."

Speaking of the Star Club, Astoria hasn't been in there for a while.

Malfoy was not available at the moment, and Astoria happened to be busy too.

She might as well go find the Star Club with Luna.

The Star Club now roams around the school freely, and if you don't get the Star Badge, you really can't find it.

Luna invites Astoria to sit on the back of the Crooked Snorkle.

The weight of one person became two, and the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle let out a mooing protest.

A strange creature carrying two beautiful girls created a very strange picture.

The students passing by couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

Astoria was a little embarrassed, but Luna seemed much more calm.

Sitting on the back of the Crooked-Horned Snorkeller was as soft as a sofa.

Even the bumps from walking up the stairs will not be transmitted to them.

In the portrait in the corridor, Sir Cadogan is wearing armor and holding a sword, clamoring to kill the big monster, the Crumple-horned Snorkle, which makes the Snorkle very dissatisfied.

Go all the way to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

The former site of the Star Society.

"Huh? Why is there no one here?" Luna blinked and looked at the administrator's office with the open door.

"Dumbledore is not here." Astoria also felt strange.

Since retiring, Dumbledore has been sitting in his office to start his retirement life.

The former principal could occasionally be seen in the auditorium.

Recently, Dumbledore also went to Hagrid's hut to study how to play with the Gobstone.

Sometimes his beard could be seen stained with colored liquid.

in the office.

The windows were open, and the coming storm made the white curtains dance.

An unfinished letter was pressed down by the pen.

Ink dripped onto the parchment.

...

The old Heimdall is awakened.

The giant silver dragon opened its gray eyes.

"Call me for anything, Spear of Thunder."

The black dragon bowed his head respectfully, "Sage, I bring the king's order."

Heimdall's eyes widened slightly, and the blind old dragon fluttered his wings.

With a size of over a hundred feet, even the Thunder Spear of the Dragon Elder looks small in front of it.

"What orders do you bring, our king?"

The Spear of Thunder said with a serious face, "I don't know."

"..." Heimdall stood still.

The Spear of Thunder scratched his head and said, "I don't know what she is talking about."

"She is a girl brought by Amohan, a human who once appeared with the king."

Except for some particularly smart dragons, the other dragons mostly rely on guessing when it comes to human language.

As a giant dragon who can speak human language, Heimdall asked the Spear of Thunder to bring people over.

Outside of Dragon Country.

Daphne was a little nervous as she was surrounded by a group of dragons.

Amohan held his head high beside her, and the fireball dragon that had been rescued once put its head close to Daphne.

Her breath was hot as she said to Amohan, "I remember her. Last time she was doing the wizard's friendly ritual with the king."

The little dragons also grew to half adult size. The eight-foot-tall dragons tried to get closer to Daphne, but were pushed away by their mother.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Then a huge spear of lightning fell from the sky, and the wind it created made Daphne's hair fly.

The Spear of Thunder spoke a few words to Amohan, who nodded and then lowered his head.

Her large eyes were fixed on Daphne.

Daphne hesitated and asked, "You want me to sit on it?"

Amoham nodded.

Daphne looked at the dragons around her that were eyeing her eagerly, and decided to believe Amohan.

At least there was still some friendship between the man and the dragon during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Sitting on Amohan's back.

Amohan shook the Extreme Dragon's butt and slapped away the little dragon that was approaching Aunt Dragon.

She leaped up with all her might and turned into a black arrow flying towards the Dragon Land.

The Spear of Thunder also took off.

The two dragons and one man soon arrived at the Dragon Country.

Heimdall was there quietly.

But the pressure brought by that body is greater than that of all the dragons below combined.

"Dear guest, are you here with the king's order?"

Daphne opened her mouth in surprise. A dragon was talking?

Could it be an Animagus, like John?

"I'm not a wizard," Heimdall seemed to guess what she was thinking and shook his head slightly, "As long as you survive long enough, even the wizard's language is not that difficult."

As a thousand-year-old dragon, it is no exaggeration to say that Heimdall is a living fossil.

Daphne gathered her thoughts, got off Amohan's back, bowed slightly and said, "John needs help."

"The dragon will help our king unconditionally." Heimdall moved closer to Daphne. His breath was chilly. "Please speak, our king."

"A war." Daphne said solemnly, "The magical world needs the help of dragons."

"Okay." Heimdall agreed.

Daphne was about to see what Heimdall was doing, but she saw the old dragon stop moving.

In those eyes, images were dancing.

explosion.

Baptize that place.

That is the sacred fire.

A test for wizards and magic.

...

Muggle weapons can cause widespread damage.

The explosion carried shock and flames, destroying the island in the sea.

In the firelight, an isolated circle floated up and down.

Everything before my eyes was shattered and then restored.

"Excellent time magic, amazing." Grindelwald was lying in the circle, looking as comfortable as if he were on vacation in Hawaii. All he needed was a glass of whiskey.

John was emitting black energy at this moment, with gold and black surrounding him, and his left hand was raised horizontally.