I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He now has only one goal, to kill Grindelwald and resolve all this.

"You are leading yourself astray," said Dumbledore. "You know it, you understand it."

understand?

John paused slightly and turned his head to look at Dumbledore's sincere old face.

"You suddenly care about me again?" John laughed sarcastically, "Or are you doing this for the so-called justice again?"

"Both." Dumbledore listened to these sarcastic words, his expression always showing concern.

He could see John was wavering.

A tense body and mind, coupled with the emotions that are suppressed all the time.

"You are looking for a way out, aren't you?" Dumbledore said. "You didn't find the answer in this battle."

This silenced John.

He glanced at the panel, which remained gray and did not break through in this battle as he expected.

There was still something missing from Grindelwald, just that little bit.

Level 8 is like a breeze, you can feel it but you can't catch it.

John could feel his mood changing, but he just glanced at Dumbledore.

That tone of voice is really unpleasant.

"You love him?" he asked calmly, "You used to be very close to him."

"You always think love is the greatest thing. Now tell me, is love the greatest thing?"

John asked, causing Dumbledore to ponder for a moment.

"My answer has always been this." Dumbledore looked at the pair of heterochromatic eyes, "Love is great."

"Beyond time, beyond death?" John asked.

"Yes."

Dumbledore said, "So don't let yourself go that way, John."

"What about them?" John suddenly asked, "the ones who died in these baptisms."

"Don't they have love?"

Dumbledore hesitated.

But John smiled.

He looked at Dumbledore, raised his wand and pointed it at Grindelwald, and said word by word: "Just sit high up on the altar, don't come into the world."

Grindelwald also looked at Dumbledore.

This close friend who was once closer than a brother came to this duel.

What kind of ending would be worthy of the presence of the three kings?

Is it death, or endless imprisonment?

"If you kill him, you will fall into complete darkness." Dumbledore still wanted to persuade.

"Then go in." John said indifferently, "I've seen darker places."

Dumbledore didn't know what it felt like.

He didn't want John to fall into it. The erosion brought by magic was already showing on John's body.

To Grindelwald?

Is it the feeling we once had?

Or is it that crazy hatred?

can not say it clearly.

There was silence, with only John's steps towards Grindelwald.

Dumbledore, the third brother who had escaped for his entire life, witnessed the killing among his old friends.

"John." He stopped John for the third time.

This time Dumbledore said with a pleading, touching look: "Please."

John stopped when he heard the tone.

"Dumbledore, can't you tell the difference?" John looked at him, "You weren't like this before."

"Perhaps it is the experience of death that has magnified my emotions," said Dumbledore.

The person he once wanted to be, now humbled, made John silent.

If it weren't for the obstruction of the submarine, Grindelwald would be a corpse now.

"Then kneel down before me, Dumbledore." John spoke after a long silence, making a difficult and disgusting request, "Show me your humility."

Grindelwald laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"He won't, Joel," said Grindelwald.

He hoped not, and it would be best not to.

That's it, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard ever.

Grindelwald is the most evil Dark Lord.

"If it will change your mind," said Dumbledore.

Under John's gaze, the tall and strong old man seemed to begin to change.

The one he admired and even wanted to be.

In the Mirror of Erised, he received honor, held power in his hands, and had delicious food and friends.

He is the White Lord, he is the new Dumbledore.

But at this moment, John seemed to see something collapse.

Yes, it turns out that the giant I once imagined was so humble.

Dumbledore's knees were about to touch the ground.

John's face turned grim and he raised the Elder Wand.

A flash of red light sent Dumbledore flying without resistance.

"You disappoint me, Dumbledore!" John growled.

The old man who had once been in John's mind died.

Kind, powerful, wise.

The Elder Wand slowly dropped, and John looked over there.

Dumbledore was hit by a Banishing Curse, but it did not harm him much.

"The altar has collapsed," John said with fatigue in his eyes, "You are no longer a god."

God can bleed, which means he will die, but he is still God.

But if a god kneels down, he has completely collapsed and walked from the altar to the mortal world.

...

Chapter 745 Greedy Heart, Fairy

greedy.

Everyone has.

But among some people, they will hide this feeling.

Just hiding, not disappearing.

Because justice is their mask, and greed never appears with the justice of the saints.

So they choose to use the cloak of justice to cover their dirty and greedy hearts.

Especially the lighthouse.

Even though the whole world knows what those people in this country are like.

But they still need to maintain their glorious and great image.

Just like they spare no effort to publicize their contributions.

But I ignore all the people I have hurt.

Contact with the submarine brought bad news.

A submarine carrying offensive weapons has been lost in the Atlantic Ocean.

Previously, the submarine had received an attack request.

A group of people gathered together, they were dressed in suits and ties, but they talked about this death in a light-hearted manner.

It seemed that this brought them not loss, but countless wealth.

"I think we underestimated something," said a white-haired man, who looked as relaxed as if he had not lost a submarine. "But we have a reason, don't we?"

Hearing his words, everyone present laughed.

Another added: "I need to keep the peace in this world."

"And the key that could activate five nuclear bombs was taken away by a group of people who were hiding their true colors."

The man pretended to be serious and said, "This is very worrying."

"Yeah," someone else added, "We have to be safe, don't we?"

"They were the ones who threatened us first."

“Our negotiations have not yet been resolved.”

As they spoke one by one, it seemed as if the charges had already been determined.

After the meeting, the white-haired man walked out of the meeting room and talked to another person.

“It went very smoothly this time.”

"Yeah, I think we can take control of the world pretty quickly."

The two men came to the door and said goodbye. The white-haired man leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something softly.

The man responded in kind, and the two left the meeting.

And Webb was imprisoned in that mysterious room, holding the symbol of the Deathly Hallows in his hand.

"You are right. Muggles are born with malice," Webb said, staring at the glass. "Let this baptism speed up."

“I can’t wait to see that happen.”

"Make magic great again."

...

Wick's house.

Watson and Ariana were each holding a large cup of popcorn, watching the movie intently.

Mrs. Wick prepared lunch and looked at the father and daughter over there with concern.

"Ariana, don't eat too many snacks."

Perhaps it was because the Dumbledore family had a natural low resistance to snacks, Ariana loved to eat all kinds of snacks.

This also led to Watson, the old father, often buying various snacks and sharing them at home.

Mrs. Wick finally got Ariana to quit drinking soda, but the old man Watson ruined everything.

This made her look at Watson with murderous intent.

Watson felt a chill on the back of his head, and he struggled to keep himself from turning around.