I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The lady's face saw the black card, "Please wait, I'll connect you, Mr. Taran."

"Mr. Taran?" The Squibs didn't recognize this man.

But soon the lady's face turned into a man, and the man was the maker of the imitation metal wand that John invited to the Future Wizard Exhibition.

"Great, you're here." Taran was still eating, and when he saw the squib coming, he was immediately very happy.

"Please ask them to come to my laboratory."

As the national alchemist of the Wizard City, Taran has his own laboratory.

The ten Squibs received guidance and saw many different things in this great center of magic and technology.

Just as wizards use pagers, the alchemists here use a rectangle to communicate.

Not only that, they also saw a laboratory simulating the ocean inside.

Inside was a huge warship that had never been seen before.

It's just that the middle of the warship seemed to have been melted by something, and a dozen alchemists were working on repairing it. They were amazed by the various Muggle technologies inside.

After passing here, they arrived at Taran's laboratory.

The inside was different from the outside. Many purple magic crystals were piled on the table, and Taran loaded seven of them into something he renamed as a magic power pistol.

"Magic power pistol, a weapon powered by magic crystals."

After assembling it, Taran handed it over to the gate guard.

The gate guard hesitated, and when he reached out to take it, Taran pulled the gun back and asked, "I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"Padraic." The gate guard said the name.

Taran smiled, handed over the weapon, and motioned for Padraic to aim at the metal target opposite.

Padraic picked up the weapon and pulled the trigger. The gun equipped with the Fire Dragon Neural Rod core burst into flames, leaving a burned hole in the bull's eye.

All the Squibs were stunned.

Taran cheered, patted Padrick's chest and said, "I was worried that the squibs wouldn't be effective."

"The latest weapon, although it can't use advanced magic, some simple elements can still be used."

Taran held out his hand and smiled, "Welcome to the magical world, Padraic."

"You will be members of the Sorcerer King's direct team, the Whisperers."

"From now on, you are no longer Squibs and will only obey the orders of the Witch King."

The Squibs couldn't believe it. They had become the Witch King's men just like that?

What is even more surprising is that these dudes can also use magic.

At this moment, the Squibs saw their hope.

Even though it's not his magic, it's under his control.

That's enough.

The silent one.

The Witch-King is the law enforcer for the magical world.

The light of the Witch King falls on everyone in the magical world, whether they are wizards or Squibs.

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Chapter 814 The King said: There must be a castle in the sky

John recruited the Squibs for their loyalty and helplessness.

The werewolf back then, the squib now.

No matter who it is, once they come into contact with the kindness of the Witch King, they will be unable to help but sink into it.

The newly established world needs law enforcers, and it also needs to protect this fragile world from harm from the outside world.

John's creation was far from over.

He cut a path and came up into the sky.

He raised his wand, and with rhythmic rules, he directed the approach of the building in the sky.

"Our power in the sky is too weak," John glanced over and waved his wand, "Sky Castle."

The Wizarding World will have two sky castles.

One is Edgar's old house, moving in the sky somewhere in Germany.

And the other one is right above the Misty Ocean in the Wizard City.

The fire dragons roared and flew in the sky.

Pieces of stone come together to form a huge castle.

The fire dragons flew in to rest. Sometimes they would stay here, and sometimes they would go down to find something to do.

There is a giant turret in the shape of a dragon head on the huge castle, and inside, there are five super-lethal weapons intercepted by John in the Muggle world, which are not affected by magic.

The castle is shrouded in a field formed by multiple obelisks. As long as John is willing, this sky castle that can destroy five cities can become the most elusive bomber in the world.

Guarded by a fire dragon, this castle called the Sword of Damocles is inaccessible to reckless wizards or Muggles.

This is a sharp sword forged by the Witch King for the magical world. Very few people know of its existence.

"If I could, I'd like you to never have to use it."

John gently stroked the black dragon model in the center of the castle.

Sometimes, terrifying wailing sounds can be heard from inside the castle.

John had an indifferent look on his face. As he glanced over, the voices gradually faded away out of fear of the Witch King.

"You can wait," John's calm voice sounded, "until this country is destroyed and this castle in the sky that imprisons you falls to the ground."

"At that time, the whole world will become your playground."

John spoke to the voice that existed deep in the castle, a being he had once captured, feeding on happiness and using souls as triggers.

Dementors.

Those beings that Muggles cannot see, they are imprisoned here by the Wizard King.

Maybe many years later, a wizard will enter here and treat it as an adventure.

John looked deeply into the darkness and slowly walked out of the castle.

The fire dragon lowered its head for John, and he saw the black dragon.

Amohan lowered his head and said sullenly, "I still like the way you turn into a dragon."

The Fireball Dragon stayed beside Amohan.

Amohan has been gradually moving towards the position of Elder Long.

As a powerful black dragon, it has terrifying potential.

The death of Spear of Thunder left the position of Elder Dragon vacant.

John patted Amohan's scales and whispered to the female dragon, "Protect them well. You are the dragon I trust the most."

Amohan exhaled hot air from his nose and nodded vigorously to John.

As the king of dragons, John is also the king of wizards.

There has been a dilemma since ancient times.

Wizards need fire dragons as materials, and fire dragons also need food.

As the king of both, John had to find a balance between them.

The fire dragon will gradually change its status, and wizards cannot do without fire dragon materials.

The dead fire dragon can be used as material, and the same surgery can be performed to remove it without causing any loss of life.

Anyone who kills the fire dragon without permission will be punished.

This is the greatest protection John can give to the fire dragon.

Amohan didn’t understand so much, but she felt that the king of fire dragons became less of a fire dragon.

She said glumly, "Okay."

"I didn't tell you anything," Amohan leaned close to John's ear, but her voice was not very small, "In fact, many female dragons want to lay eggs with you."

"Ahem." John pushed Amohan's big head away and said awkwardly, "Let them find another dragon."

"I also want to lay dragon eggs with you." There was no cuteness on Amohan's dragon face.

John was speechless and said, "Don't you have a dragon egg?"

A few naughty little dragons went around to Amohan's tail and kicked and bit him, which made Amohan furious, "These are not my dragon eggs!"

Amohan swung his tail to sweep the little dragon away and left angrily.

John shrugged, never expecting the female dragon to get angry.

Several little dragons regarded John as their father and came over to rub their heads against this father who was younger than themselves.

John patted the little dragon on the head, which in the eyes of the dragons seemed to be an acknowledgement that this was the offspring of the Dragon King.

The look in their eyes changes.

After saying goodbye to Long, John had to prepare to go to the next place.

He drew out the Elder Wand, pointed it at the ground of the Sky Castle, and cast a spell.

"This is the dragon's territory. Any non-dragon being that enters here will be cursed by the dragon."

There was no light from the wand, but somehow, a strange change in the rules of this place was spreading.

A city in the sky in the mist.

...

After solving the dragon's survival problem, John returned to the magic tower.

Zouwu and Tom lay together on the empty attic.

This big Zouwu was rescued by John before.

John moved closer to Zouwu and gently stroked its mane.

He whispered in Zou Wu's ear, "I will give you freedom."

"There are no chains in this world that can hold you, no cages that can restrain you, and no barriers that can stop you."

There was a certain power in John's voice, and this power entered Zou Wu's body.

Some changes occurred in Zouwu's body, and its mane turned golden, like the golden color of flames.

After a while, it changed back. Zouwu's tail shook and its body trembled, allowing Tom to fall from its belly.

Zouwu turned over and John looked at it with a smile on his face.

"You shouldn't be like me, staying in this tower."

John paused while stroking the fur of the Zouwu and said, "You are the freest Zouwu. You can go anywhere in the world."

Zou Wu opened his eyes, with some confusion in his big eyes, but it was replaced by joy when he saw John coming back.

Tom also got up and circled around John.

Zouwu felt something and lowered its head sadly.

There was some mist in the round eyes.

It rubbed its face against John's palm, and its peony-like tail wrapped around John like a thin blanket.

It was saying goodbye to John, the Witch King, who was about to send Zouwu away.

Zouwu does not belong here. Although this place is wide, this tower is narrow.

"Go and be free. In the magical world, you can run and play freely."