I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Recreating the Holy Grail was not an impossible task for John, who no longer needed to hide.

When you are weak, the treasure you carry will become the source of your death.

When you are powerful, the treasures you carry become symbols of your greatness.

At this moment, the miracles John displayed would not be coveted.

They can only sigh at the king's courage and greatness.

Compared to the old Dumbledore, the young Dumbledore is stronger and also has more experience and magical power.

The most powerful wizard has appeared.

Those who challenge him are already in place.

"Are you satisfied with this stage?" John held the old wand in his hand. He could feel the magic power of this wand.

Dumbledore looked at the Sky Castle. "Is that your masterpiece?"

"No," John shook his head and said, "That was the work of the Alchemy Department."

"You waste too much, Dumbledore."

The first king.

Guarding power and sitting on the altar.

The world is not guided.

The growing arrogance of wizards and the decline in education have wasted many opportunities and time that could have made wizards stronger.

"The world is getting better." John raised his wand, and he bowed slightly.

This is the etiquette of dueling.

"Oh, I taught him that!"

Lockhart shook the hand of the man next to him, his face full of pride.

The people around were all in disbelief.

The authenticity of this statement is very doubtful.

In fact, as the person who founded the Dueling Club, Lockhart, Snape and Voldemort could each take credit for this teaching achievement, if we round it off.

Not far from him, Rita Skeeter manipulated the quill next to him to record.

She was going to go back and distribute a newspaper, so that this ignorant Lockhart could understand that he should not talk nonsense.

"It's done."

Rita told the team she brought with her: "Make sure to pass on every picture."

The principals of various magic schools were also very nervous.

Madame Maxime clutched her handkerchief; she came to support John.

Of the headmasters only Slughorn was absent.

Probably because when he was invited, he was already drunk with mead.

By the time Slughorn came to his senses, the headmaster might feel so bad that he would want to resign.

Coincidentally, as the head of the Potions Department, Damo Alex had stayed up late to do research the day before yesterday, and as a result, he didn't know about this matter yet.

I have to say that there are always inexplicable similarities between teachers and students.

Dumbledore took out his wand, which was his old wand.

After bowing, the battle began.

Two flames rose at the same time.

Followed by.

Flames collide.

With the first strike, the isolated island of Nurmengard turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The golden flames gathered into a giant dragon.

Dumbledore waved his wand vigorously.

The battle between the strongest wizards has officially begun.

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Chapter 761: Fire God vs. Fire Dragon

Dumbledore is like a god in fire, and his magical attainments have already reached the pinnacle.

"Vulcan clears the way!"

"The fire dragon clears the way!"

John waved his wand again, and the flame condensed into a golden flaming dragon, flying towards Dumbledore.

The God of Fire versus the Fire Dragon.

This is a showdown of extreme fire.

Wielding his wand like a sword, Dumbledore raised his hand and swung it upwards.

The flames hit the fire dragon and turned into a chain to stop it.

Then he pointed forcefully.

The fire dragon that was pulling the chain was hit hard and fell backwards quickly.

"How does it feel to be young, Dumbledore?"

Golden flames exploded, and three fire dragons flew up and fell down with a breath of dragon.

In an instant, the earth turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"It's a very novel experience." Dumbledore blocked the front with his left hand, and the powerful Armor Spell isolated the isolated boat in the sea of ​​fire.

The wand stuck into the ground.

"All curses are final! (Finite)"

The ground cracked and golden light pierced into the fire dragon, as if a god was holding a sharp blade of light and slashing the evil dragon from bottom to top.

John's pupils converged into vertical pupils, "Reducto"

White light penetrates the earth, this is the sword of judgment.

Before it came into contact with Dumbledore, it was blocked by the Super Armor Spell formed based on Dumbledore's own powerful magic.

The land around them continued to disappear, and Dumbledore pushed the white light of destruction towards the flames with all his strength.

His body disappeared.

Everything around me started to float.

Then half of the Nurmengard Tower turned into long straps to restrain the three fire dragons.

The God of Fire appeared again and collided with the fire dragon in one fell swoop.

They entangled and devoured each other, and the red light broke through the barrier of qualitative change ignited by the two and flew towards John.

John dodged sideways, but saw the red light transform into a flying red bird.

Flying behind John.

John's heart skipped a beat, he drew out the Silver Wick sword with his right hand, turned around and slashed down.

The red bird broke in two.

"A level 7 disarming spell."

This was an extremely sophisticated disarming spell, which produced a miraculous change.

Dumbledore had already reached his peak, and as he grew older, his increasingly powerful magic became too much for his aged body to handle.

Even Dumbledore thought he would never be able to reach the top again.

But as fate would have it, something that he could not have imagined happened under John's push.

At this moment, the most powerful wizard in the world stood in the sea of ​​fire, and he waved his wand, creating a fierce symphony.

Fate and storm collide, and fire and ocean form a distinct totem.

They are the remnants of the times, the mysterious inheritors and narrators.

As the magic was released, Dumbledore gradually mastered this power from the familiar yet unfamiliar youth.

All out.

What a strange word.

He once fought against Voldemort, but his old body could not exert his full strength.

The second time he faced Voldemort, that power was even more restricted by the curse.

but……

None of this is a problem now.

His wand was jumping with joy, feeling the flow of magic and the return of its master.

Red lightning surged towards John, with crackling sounds and sparks flying.

Swinging the red electric whip, Dumbledore lashed at John.

John responded in kind, with white lightning entangled like a python.

The two magical powers collided, forming a vacuum zone in the middle.

An explosion caused the blazing flames to fall into the sea.

The flames and the sea water consume each other, and the flames use the water as fuel.

They both cast defensive spells at the same time.

John's body was isolated into a circle, and Dumbledore's guardian spirit, the phoenix, was in front of him.

Even the Sky Castle was affected.

The depressed shock wave hit the sea surface, driving violent waves outward.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes as his cruise ship was rolled up and down by the violent sea water.

"The energy released by the two people has reached the power of a weapon of mass destruction."

The technical analyst was staring at the screen in fear. Are these two people?

It's basically two arsenals shooting missiles at each other!

...

At this stage, Dumbledore ranks first among the strongest wizards John has ever encountered.

Even the despicable Hercule could not reach the heights of Dumbledore.

You have to know that he is holding the Elder Wand, and as a level 7 magic and spell, such an attack is evenly matched.

If it were the current Dumbledore, there would be no need for John to make any moves, he could defeat Voldemort alone.

There is another prerequisite, that is, Voldemort has no Horcruxes.

The reason why Dumbledore didn't kill Voldemort directly in the past was because his Horcruxes were too difficult to find.

It would be better to let Voldemort be trapped in a place where he cannot escape than to let a dangerous guy be reborn in a corner of the world.

"Excellent magic," John waved his hands to let the smoke and dust around him recede, "It would be a great blessing if I could receive your guidance during school."

"I'm sorry for not being able to make you happy when you were at school." Dumbledore lowered his wand, with white smoke floating from it.

"That's not necessary." John raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just a feeling."

He moved again.

This time John raised the sword in his right hand.