I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Queenie on the other side also has to cross the flames.

Jacob knew the horror of war and he stopped Queenie.

"Jacob, he's the answer, he wants the same things we do."

"No, no, no." Jacob called Queenie in pain.

"Come with me." Queenie wanted to take Jacob away.

"Honey, don't go!"

Queenie screamed, "Follow me!"

Jacob had tears in his eyes, "You're crazy."

But Queenie still stepped into the flames.

"No! Queenie, don't go!"

Queenie walks onto the stage and disapparates.

The blue flames spread and raged.

Credence was gently embraced by Grindelwald and whispered in his ear: "This is all for you."

"I just want to know my life experience." Credence looked at John who was calm outside the flames, and reached out to hold the pendant.

Grindelwald smiled noncommittally. No one can choose to stay in a corner under his own charm.

The Elder Wand became his baton, the flames were his orchestra, and death became the notes.

Blue flames hit the Aurors who tried to Apparate.

Six or seven Aurors panicked and ran towards Grindelwald through the flames.

This is a massacre, but also a demonstration of flexing muscles.

The flames passed by, never touching John.

He was like the only spectator in the flames, witnessing this death lament.

"Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn you?" Grindelwald focused on the two Scamanders.

"Help them!" Tina shouted towards the audience John.

John shrugged, "Sorry, Tina, they can handle it themselves."

"You know me?" Tina was stunned.

John spilled the beans.

That voice.

Something sounded familiar to Tina.

All these scenes were flashed upon when John was there.

Leta pretends to join Grindelwald in order to protect the two Scamanders.

Grindelwald personally welcomed him, but...

Rita looked decisively at the two Scamanders over there.

"I love you."

Love who?

No one knows and there are no answers.

A big boy who redeemed himself when he was a student, and a fiancé who cared about him later on.

Maybe they all love it.

As a Slytherin, it is not your fault to be greedy.

Leta aimed her wand at the skull in Venda's hand.

A magic spell exploded the skeleton and Wenda was knocked down.

The blue flame lost control and the fire engulfed Lita.

John watched the scene indifferently.

Theseus frantically tried to rush through the flames and was almost swallowed.

John slowly closed his eyes, the wailing sound filling his ears endlessly.

"I should leave," Grindelwald said to John, "I have lost control of this place."

After that, he took Credence with him, took one last look here, and said with disgust: "I hate Paris."

They disapparated.

Leaving a mess behind.

John stood up slowly, disappeared and reappeared next to Nagini.

Nagini, who was about to be touched by the blue flame, was driven away by the gold.

John put his arm around Nagini's shoulders and whispered, "He will see you again."

Nagini was very sad, with tears in her eyes, staring into John's eyes with hatred, "Who are you?"

"John," John said in a low voice, "John Wick, don't forget me, Nagini."

"I am about to leave, and this is a secret between you and me. It has been hidden deep in my soul. Don't forget it."

Her fingers gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Nagini's eyes, extremely tenderly.

After leaving this time, Nagini suffered the pain of the rest of her life until that day in Albania, when the reckless young man broke in and was saved again.

Nagini sensed sadness from John.

This man is full of contradictions, apathy that turns a blind eye to those who have died, but also a sadness at having to say goodbye to him.

Grindelwald's flames were out of control. John protected Nagini and saved the passing Muggle.

Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Not long after John led the two of them out, Newt, Theseus, and others apparated out.

The blue flames chased them, and it was a huge disaster.

Every graveyard was breathing fire.

The cemetery is on the brink of destruction, and Grindelwald's flames transform into a dragon-like monster bent on destroying everything.

Seeing that the end of Paris was coming, John said softly: "Next, it's your turn, teacher."

Monsters break out of the cemetery and wreak havoc.

The Auror's attack was ineffective.

An old man arrived tremblingly.

When John saw him, excitement flashed in his eyes.

He could only suppress it and prevent himself from going to the old man.

Nico Flamel arrived and directed everyone to gather in a circle and insert the wand into the ground.

The only thing that can deal with this terrible curse is All Curses.

After hearing what the old man said, everyone dispersed around the cemetery.

"All curses are final! (Finite)"

The wand was inserted into the ground and golden walls rose.

The fire of purification battles with the fire of evil.

They unite and then...

The Purifying Fire was bitten off the head by the Evil Fire, and everyone vomited blood and fell back.

"???" John was confused.

No, that’s not what the script I saw looked like.

"Child, we are not strong enough."

Nico Flamel's voice came, calling for John.

John's body trembled, and he turned his head to look in disbelief.

There was a questioning look in his eyes.

Nico Flamel's voice was kind, confirming John's guess.

"Kid, do what you're good at."

"But you..."

"You have to be willful once in a while to be worthy of the power in your hands." Nico Flamel winked at John, "Care about your children and use that power. You need it."

Yes, it's him.

My own teacher.

This old man didn't know what method to use.

It might be knowing the future, or it might be the consciousness of the old man guarding the door.

John smiled helplessly: "You are much more willful now than in the future."

“You’re young, your mentality is different,” Nico Lemay said.

John saw the dragon preparing to destroy the city and said, "Okay."

Tina couldn't understand their conversation, but she could tell that this white-haired wizard could save the city.

"Please, no matter who you are," Tina begged.

John looked at those eyes and suddenly asked: "Has anyone said that your eyes look like the eyes of a salamander?"

Tina's eyes were the same as John's.

After saying that, John pulled out his white wand.

"It's useless, even all the curses can't end it!" Newt was forced back by the flames.

"Playing with fire?" John shook his head and smiled, "Newt, have you forgotten who is the ruler of fire?"

"Who are you?" Newt didn't remember having such a deep friendship with the other person.

But he saw John grinning at him.

Golden flames burned from his body.

John murmured to himself: "Close, it's coming."

Turning to look at Nagini, John said in a gentle tone: "I hope you will have no regrets this time, Nagini."

The golden flame completely ignited John, and he raised his right hand high.

Time responded here, and a terrifying impact opened a gap in the sky.

A sword lit by eternal fire appears in the hand.

The blooming light is as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly.

John looked at the sword and knew he had succeeded.

He heard the call of his friend.

A wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

John murmured inaudibly.

"I am a fire dragon."

Fire burns the body.

The golden fire dragon carries the eternal fire and engulfs the blue flame.

Gold collides with the waves and turns into the ultimate white.

The sound of tinnitus occupied the ears of those present, and the blinding white light robbed them of their sight.