I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John's magic wand kept pulling lightning from the sky.

The albatross lay upon Dumbledore like a hen incubating her eggs.

John's heart was pounding.

Under the albatross, which was as steady as a rock, the flames turned into pillars of red fire and rushed into the sky.

The God of Fire appeared again to clear the way.

The difference was that this time, Dumbledore's wand was emitting billowing white smoke as he lifted it upwards with force.

Coming into contact with lightning, the flames burned all the way up.

Finally, it exploded in the sky and turned into a fire area that burned the sky red.

Nurmengard was surrounded again, and Dumbledore opened his arms.

His body was supported and moved upwards.

flight.

Once upon a time, this was Voldemort's signature ability.

And now, the two people present were standing in the void and looking at each other.

Dumbledore raised his hand and ran it across his nose.

There was a click.

The nose that was broken by a punch was repaired at this moment.

This means that he has let go of the past.

John chuckled and said, "I'm looking forward to it more and more."

The sword in his right hand was raised, and the silver ring quickly spread to his entire arm.

"The abundant magic power allowed me to see something." Dumbledore looked at John, "Do you want to continue, John?"

"of course."

John showed the gem on the back of his hand and smiled, "I can't wait, Albus."

"I once shook hands with death. Death is just a journey for me."

Give it your all.

During the battle, the two men became increasingly aware that different things were important to each other.

It was a rare moment for Dumbledore to give up his long speech.

The two stood opposite each other and waved their wands at the same time.

Red and white touch.

Lightning sets off a chain of reactions.

Dumbledore's fire surrounded John, and a golden Möbius strip lit up around John, isolating everything from outside.

Disappearing sight, pulling magic.

John let go of the Silver Wick sword and raised his hand to grab the Resurrection Stone.

An invisible wave was transmitted.

Dumbledore noticed it, but it was too late.

When he stepped down from the altar, people noticed his fear.

His eyes were covered with a layer of gray, but his wand still maintained its output.

The white smoke was the magic wand burning itself to support its master in the decisive battle.

"I am a fire dragon."

The sword of Silver Wick exploded with golden flames that wrapped around the sword body, transforming into a fire dragon that broke through the flames and breathed out dragon's breath at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's wand suddenly turned, and the magic of the two of them was used to repel the dragon.

"The wand protects its master?" John guessed the reason immediately.

As expected of Dumbledore, even the wand is devoted to him.

"There is no pain in sinking, Dumbledore."

John flicked his wand.

The stalemate between red and white was broken instantly.

A white ball lit up on the wand, and John threw the charged ball out.

A god who steps down from the altar must be prepared to bear all of this.

He clenched his right hand in the air, and the Silver Wick Sword appeared in his hand again.

John spread his wings behind him, and the golden wings broke through the flames in the sea of ​​fire.

His sword has arrived.

Dumbledore's pupils kept trembling, and the moment the white light came, his eyes became clear again.

He constructed layers of protection to wrap around his body as quickly as possible.

But the hasty response was ineffective before the Crushing Spell was swung with all his strength.

Fortunately, Dumbledore used Apparition at that moment of resistance.

The moment he disappeared, the protective spell lost its effect.

In the white light, a cold light appeared.

Then, the flames burned through the sword that had undergone ten trials, which was magnificent and stunning.

Everything was moving incredibly slowly.

In Dumbledore's eyes, the sword was getting closer and closer.

Before he could complete his Apparition, the sword had already cut through the wizard's robe.

Ice cold, then scalding hot.

The coldness comes from the sword.

The heat comes from the fire that comes with it.

The god who stepped down from the altar welcomed his godslayer.

...

Chapter 763 The End of an Era, a New Era

Sky Castle.

Everyone looked at the place whose landscape had completely changed with lingering fear.

The duel between the strongest wizards allowed them to see clearly the gap between them.

Old Goyle was thinking about something. Old Crabbe, who walked with a hunched back and forth, asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking..." Old Goyle looked at the wizards around him and said with great wisdom, "If we were attacked at this time, would it be like the attack in Bhutan?"

The one in Bhutan?

Muggle weapons attacked the entire upper echelons of the wizarding world, almost leading to the destruction of the wizarding world.

It took Crabbe Sr. a few seconds to process the meaning, and he looked around.

Ancient alliance.

International Confederation of Wizards.

Headmaster of the magic school.

There are also many wizards who hold important positions.

"That makes sense." He nodded in agreement. "Then we'll be completely dead."

Old Gore said proudly: "See, I said so."

Lucius was speechless about the two younger brothers beside him. Why were they discussing this when there were other options?

Wizard hell joke?

...

The flames are burning.

The golden and red flames entangled, separated and devoured each other.

The tip of John's sword pierced Dumbledore's chest, and a drop of blood slid down the tip of the sword.

That drop of red blood fell heavily from the air, shattered into pieces and absorbed by the soil.

It turned into strands of blood that penetrated the soil, along the dry land, and struggled to reach the bottom.

In the lower layers of the soil, the remaining rose seeds lay quietly there.

The blood that struggled in carefully touched the seeds.

Feeling the nourishment from life, the seeds are reborn.

John glanced at his chest, a pierced hole that revealed the danger that had just occurred.

The silver phoenix was across the space between him and Dumbledore.

Because of this, the Sword of Silverwick did not completely enter Dumbledore's body.

Dumbledore also looked at his wand in disbelief, and almost subconsciously, he cast a spell, causing John to be hit.

He, who has always been able to plan and strategize, is being forced into this situation for the first time.

Even when facing death, he can face it calmly.

It's pressure.

The pressure they exerted on each other made it impossible for him to think as clearly and calmly as before.

John recovered quickly and raised his sword, completely cutting the silver phoenix in half.

The wand waved and sparks flew.

Dumbledore quickly cast a protective spell, but was still bounced away.

The body fell from the sky to the ground.

Dumbledore used a cushioning charm to save himself from falling to his death.

John slowly flapped his wings and landed.

He stood twenty meters in front of Dumbledore and ran a hand over his wound.

The blood that flowed out was mixed with gold.

The blood flowed out and quickly penetrated into the wound as if time was flowing backwards.

Next comes wound healing.

Dumbledore saw this scene with a complicated expression, "It's amazing."

"If you say I don't look like a human, I can accept that." John raised his eyebrows. Apart from having a human shape, he basically has nothing to do with a human.

Raising his right hand, John looked at the thick blood on the tip of the sword.

"You don't look like one either."

He wiped the blood on it with his fingers.

Dumbledore looked down at the place where he was stabbed. The wound there would not heal.

The blood continued to flow and his face quickly turned pale.

Not even the magic of healing could stop this.

It's not black magic, but it has an incurable effect.