I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The shattered wall fell to the ground.

it's all over?

The magical winter era.

This failure will make wizards completely captives of Muggles.

Those inhumane experiments will be tried on them.

They would be the best material.

Children were left homeless and women became items of trade.

A lot of thoughts flashed through Percy's mind.

His family, his father with whom he had quarreled, and his beloved mother and sister.

His friends, his colleagues.

When he was climbing up the social ladder, his relatives talked about him behind his back and thought he was an oddball.

Even his family members were puzzled by his thoughts.

He staggered to his feet, and ten soldiers appeared opposite him.

Their weapons are already drawn, and faster than a wizard can chant a spell, those bullets can turn your body into a hornet's nest before you can finish a sentence.

Percy smiled.

"So this is what you have to bear, John," he murmured to himself.

that power.

The higher your status, the heavier the burden you will bear.

Ignorance is the majority in this world.

Some people will question the decision, but more people are short-sighted and can only see the immediate benefits.

Just think about what a lonely life John must have had after becoming the leader of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"I'm really not a good friend," Percy clenched his wand, "I once envied you, John, and it made me ashamed."

He moved his wand, and the subtle movement made the soldier opposite him nervous.

"You'd better surrender, wizard." The soldier's leader said, "Don't resist in vain."

"Your magic can't do anything."

Magic was so great before the Muggles came.

Now, the devastating attack has awakened the arrogant wizards.

Give it your all, and they deserve to win.

"I'm sorry, the person in front of you is the son of the ancient Weasley family, the new Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom."

Percy raised his wand, knowing the outcome he was about to face.

But the wizard will still raise his wand.

"A member of the Star Society of Shining Magic, and a close friend of the King."

The corners of Percy's mouth were curled, and his face, which was always serious and stern, often made people forget that he was not bad-looking.

"Percy Ignatius Weasley."

After he finished speaking, the officer opposite him also stood in awe of the wizard's death.

The officer gave the order: "Shoot."

Bullet catharsis.

In this magical winter era, someone must hold a torch to illuminate the dark path forward in the snowy country.

Is not it?

"The stars will guide you back."

"Isn't that right, my king?"

Percy closed his eyes and gave it one last try.

If the torch cannot illuminate the way forward, let it lead the strong hunter away.

You continue to hide in the darkness, be careful and don't make any noise.

The stars on the badge covered with dirt changed.

Dirt fell from above.

"Yes, Percy Ignatius Weasley, the brave Gryffindor, my friend."

The bullet stopped.

The person who will hold the torch for wizards and illuminate the way forward for the future in the magical winter has arrived.

He walked out of the golden passage.

The soldier's life was taken away before he could react.

The old wand, symbolizing power, was waved.

"Star Spirit Guard."

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Chapter 753: The Wizards Under the Muggle's Strongest Weapon

Some people are born with some strange powers.

"Wizards?" Mr. Mike saw that the situation was settled and returned to his previous arrogance. "A bunch of shady people."

"After we take over this place, I can see that the whole world will act according to our wishes."

He was extremely proud of himself; the previous wizard attack had completely humiliated him.

He ordered to quickly capture the Magic Crystal Island.

If other countries knew this news, they would probably come out to cause trouble.

That would somewhat damage their glorious image.

The soldiers who landed reported the appearance of a new monster.

Neither Mr. Mike nor the officer took it seriously.

No monster can withstand the attack of tank fire.

They have finally figured out the abilities of those wizards.

It's okay to deal with some ordinary soldiers, but if you face tanks or something like that, you can only wait to be killed.

Thinking about the future while sleeping in a bathtub filled with dollars.

A black dot was flying towards this side quickly on the island.

"That's... a tank?!"

When I looked closely, I saw that it was a tank weighing more than 50 tons.

It was falling onto a frigate at an alarming speed.

The frigate was directly smashed through by the tank.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely panicked and frightened voice came from the radio station.

...

A strong smell of blood.

Neville put the girl down, and they were surrounded by a dozen corpses.

The girl had no vital signs. She blocked the bullet that was supposed to be shot at the heart for Neville.

Brave Thunderbird girl, she was supposed to fly in the wilderness like a Thunderbird.

As an American, she could sit back and do nothing.

But it was the responsibility of magic that brought her here.

Please remember this brave American girl, Gwyneth Shirley Potts.

Neville closed his beautiful green eyes for her.

He looked up to the sky.

A man stands above the sky.

In the gloomy clouds, a golden, elf-like figure jumped out.

At the command of their Creator.

Those ferocious and majestic divine guards appeared.

A divine guard landed beside Neville.

Strong arms and golden armor.

"John is here, so we should fight back."

Neville's eyes were determined and he drew his sword.

The sword still exudes a cold light, a sword that can cut through everything, and is about to continue to be swung.

And a power surged in their bodies.

They themselves didn't realize why the magic seemed to have become stronger.

leader.

The blessing John once received in another world.

When he is recognized by everyone, he will lead these people to complete the transformation.

Arrogant hunter.

Come feel the power of a head-on blow.

The white light on John's wand gathered strength, and he stood tall in the sky.

The old wand in his hand greedily demanded, and he poured his magic power into it generously.

If it were an ordinary magic wand, it would be close to collapse under such huge magic power.

But it won't.

The Elder Wand was created by God, after absorption.

It is liberation.

A beam of white light circled around the island.

Next came the stirred-up dust on the ground and the annihilated and dismembered bodies.

A tank aimed at John.

John just glanced and flicked his wand.

The white light was like a cutting laser, instantly separating the tanks that remained powerful under the magic attack.

It was a horrifying scene that even went beyond the definition of wizards that Muggles had just given.

The fire dragon roared, welcoming the king's arrival.

Mental magic is activated.

John gave orders to all the fire dragons in an instant.

They flew up and attacked the ants on the ground.

"Muggles."

John is not in a good mood now.