I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"He will bring light to the wizarding world, Albus." Grindelwald walked down the steps.

"He will still bring light to the wizarding world," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "even now."

"But he is John Wick, not the king," Grindelwald said word by word, looking at Dumbledore's old face. "The king is lonely."

"The king is selfless."

"The king is powerful."

"The king should belong to everyone, not just some people."

Complete the martyrdom, kill the last of John Wick's innocence, and make him a complete king.

This is what Grindelwald wanted.

Use your death to fill your young, immortal body with guilt and responsibility.

Kill the will called John Wick and become a selfless king.

"You have gone mad," said Dumbledore.

“As I enter that tower, so be it,” Grindelwald replied.

The wind blew through the silver-white hair, and Grindelwald looked at the person in front of him in a daze, "You are too old, Al."

"No one can stay old, Gail."

Dumbledore looked out into the wind.

"What are you going to do with me?" Grindelwald laughed to himself. "Build another tower?"

At the end of Godric's Hollow, the man named John Wick slowly walked over.

The three of them gathered again in Godric's Hollow.

Reunion after a century.

Dumbledore's eyes moved away from Grindelwald and fell on the child who became king.

...

Chapter 760: The Battle of the Strongest Wizards

The noisy wind brings moist air.

As it passed John, that wetness turned to dryness.

In the hand of the young man who was about to ascend the throne, there was a golden cup serving as a wine glass.

Seeing the golden cup, Dumbledore's eyes darkened.

There is no escape route.

It's all about choice.

"The great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." John walked over slowly, he changed into a set of luxurious green wizard robes, with silver rings and emerald rings on his fingers, and held the wine glass in his hand.

The golden liquid was shaking inside, and it was about to overflow, but it would never be shaken down.

The three reunited.

Old and young.

The three people who lived there a hundred years ago reunited in this way a hundred years later.

It was an unprecedented duel.

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the Holy Grail.

"I thought you had destroyed it," said Dumbledore.

"I can recreate it." John handed over the Holy Grail just as he had done at the entrance of the Star Society. "Such a peerless wine is worthy of the end of a legend."

Same choice, drink or not drink.

Now Dumbledore no longer has the power to choose.

Only those who are strong enough are qualified to stand on the same battlefield with the king.

John stared at Dumbledore, "Drink it, use your peak strength."

"You are old, so you are not qualified for me to kill you."

"If that's what you want." Dumbledore compromised and took the treasure that so many people were vying for.

A Hufflepuff treasure that once belonged to one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

This cup embodies the friendship of the Big Four, and was also the king’s first miracle.

Drink it.

That means the two will fight to the death.

This is a duel with the goal of killing each other.

Dumbledore was also dragged into the ranks of martyrs.

The difference is that Grindelwald wants to use martyrdom to become the king of the entire magical world.

And Dumbledore, he wanted to make John Wick.

The golden liquid touched the old man's lips.

Throat rolls.

The liquid in the cup flows into the mouth.

It was a strange smell, a bit like the smell of blood.

Perhaps the Holy Grail is the blood of God.

The ability to rejuvenate was demonstrated in Dumbledore.

The wrinkles on her face gradually faded as if she had a facelift.

The beard gradually becomes shorter and the white hair turns red.

He got younger.

He raised his right hand, and his old palm turned young again.

With the help of the strongest potion, the originally black fingers returned to normal.

Unprecedented joy.

Dumbledore could sense how exciting it was to see years of accumulated magic appear in a young body.

Those magical powers work miracles for this body at will.

Dumbledore.

Now he is truly the greatest wizard and the most powerful wizard.

Back to his peak form, Dumbledore took off his glasses.

The half-moon glasses that had accompanied him for many years were no longer useful at this moment.

Grindelwald looked at this face, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

The magic power close to level 8 was as vigorous and active as a burning torch in front of John.

The greatest wizard is never just talk.

Dumbledore handed back the Holy Grail, and John took it.

"Take your wand, Dumbledore."

He turned and left, "As I said, I will be under everyone's gaze."

The massive battle of succession needs to be staged on a battlefield that is meaningful enough.

that place.

Right here in Nurmengard.

...

The tower that should have been destroyed once again bound Grindelwald.

Dumbledore is here.

He was alone, Grindelwald did not come, or rather, the Dark Lord, who had been crazy all his life, suddenly became afraid.

That field of withered roses had once been filled with the same red as Dumbledore's.

When Dumbledore saw these flowers, he wondered how lonely Grindelwald was under that tall tower.

The golden vertical line in front cut through the space, and John stepped out into the opened passage.

He and Dumbledore were staring at each other from a distance.

"I have found enough spectators for this fight." John said calmly.

In the sky, a castle hangs down.

Above the castle are the ancient families and the Ministry of Magic.

In the distance, a cruise ship appeared far enough away.

Mycroft held the telescope in his hand.

This is an adventure, but as a brain that needs to see through everything, he must come.

Any surveillance images are not as accurate as those seen intuitively.

"John Wick, if it were you, maybe we should make friends." Mycroft whispered in his heart.

This young man, whom I had only met three times, gave McCovey a new feeling every time.

"Evaluate this battle and see how many people we need to defeat these wizards."

Mycroft gave instructions to the members of Section 7 standing by.

These former top agents are now all on high alert.

If nothing unexpected happens, this duel will determine Britain's future strategic direction.

...

"That's Dumbledore?"

Lucius looked uncertainly at the much younger man, who had none of Dumbledore's white hair and long beard.

He looked so young, even something Lucius had never seen when he was in school.

"It's him." Old Gore's father, now the head of the Gore family, spoke.

He recognized this man. He was honored to have met Professor Dumbledore like this when he was studying at Hogwarts.

That's really too young, a 100-year-old man turned into a young man in his 40s or 50s.

"How did he do it?" The Bulgarian Minister of Magic at the side was puzzled.

The International Confederation of Wizards is here too.

Because they need to witness this moment.

This is about the subsequent founding of the nation.

There can be only one king.

If John could not defeat the first king, then he, the second king, would only continue to be second.

Being strong is a prerequisite for being a king.

"The Holy Grail." The castle's master, Ludwig, spoke up. "Rejuvenation."

They all seemed to have subconsciously forgotten the Holy Grail that was destroyed in public.

At that time, John was not strong enough, so he destroyed the Holy Grail in public, eliminating all thoughts of coveting the Holy Grail.

But they forgot that that thing was made by John.

And what was needed was always in John's hands.