I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Wizards used to be incredibly arrogant.

They despise those who do not have magic.

They are arrogant and call those people Muggles.

A kind of contempt, which is arrogance to oneself and contempt for those people.

An explosion in Bhutan, thousands of shamans could not escape the flames.

In today's age when magic education is generally low, many wizards can't even recite the Iron Armor Charm.

Apparation?

That is the symbol of a powerful wizard.

Even among the group that graduated last year, there were people who couldn't Apparate.

Poor quality Apparition will kill the wizard directly.

They cannot escape.

means death.

Percy took out a soldier. He turned the opponent's bullets into flowers, but the opponent also knocked off his wand.

The Minister of Magic, who holds the power in the magic world, chose to use hand-to-hand combat, picked up a stone and smashed the soldier's head.

The wand-wielding hand picked up the rock, making his hand tremble.

He picked up his wand with difficulty, and a loud explosion made him look up.

For the first time, a look of despair appeared on his blood-stained face.

The missile that dragged the flame opened a big gap in the magic shield where everyone worked together.

More missiles flew in from inside.

After landing, it was an explosion that made people unable to calm down.

The mud splashed three meters high.

A missile landed next to the wizard, and he tried to Apparate, but the rapid-fire flames dragged him out of the magic.

His body was stripped of his coat and skin by the explosion, the impact shattered his bones, and his eyes flew out of his head.

The Age of Magic Winter.

Under this desperate destructive power, the wizard seemed to turn back into those shady mice again.

They run wildly.

The falling missiles splashed one after another on the island.

baptism.

Saints are absent.

But the holy flame in their mouths is still killing wizards in the hands of Muggles.

The war is so cruel that the wizard cannot see the light of the sky.

After one round.

The fingers under the dirt moved.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and strong figure climbed up from under the mud.

On the face stained with blood and mud, a pair of bright eyes looked at the girl in his arms.

"Daddy, Mommy, Pepper," the girl whimpered, terrified.

The war they participated in voluntarily taught them what cruelty is.

Compared with Muggle executioners, even Voldemort did not kill as many as they did.

"It's all right, it's all right."

Neville pulled the girl up, his right hand still gripping the sword.

"There are still people here!"

An exclamation came.

Neville moved without thinking.

His sword collided with bullets, a sword that could cut even magic and time, cut through those metals without accident.

The soldier only saw a few sparks jumping out of the air, and his heart pierced through the tree behind him.

Hearing the soldiers who were called to clean up the battlefield, Neville drew out his sword, and the soldiers' corpses slid down.

Blood stains on the blade dripped onto the soil.

A combat team appeared ahead.

Those people stared at Neville, and the witch took up her wand and stood beside Neville.

She is the brave witch of Ilvermorny House of Thunderbird.

Although afraid, but will not back down.

Her name is Gwyneth Shirley Potts.

...

There was a buzzing in my ears after the explosion.

Jin lay prone on the edge of the cliff, his arm pierced by a raised stone.

The wand had fallen into the rushing waters in the explosion just now.

He let out a forbearing scream.

Below, is the black-haired boy who is already unconscious.

Jin grabbed his arm tightly, regardless of his own arm injury.

Blood ran down the arm and dripped onto Heinrich's face.

The slightest touch awakens the comatose, and shattered talisman fragments drip into the water below.

"Yo, Snow White." Jin teased with a forced smile on his face, "I thought you'd need a prince's kiss to wake you up."

"Let go." Heinrich looked at the sea water under his feet, he said, "If we continue, we will all die."

"Then let's fall together," Jin said with a nonchalant smile, "I won't let go."

His hand was obviously injured, even trembling, but he didn't let go of the tightly held hand.

"Give me the other one."

Half of his body was hanging there, and he stretched out his other hand.

Jin's lips were bloodless, with a cheerful smile.

"I beg you."

Heinrich looked at the abyss under his feet, and then at the golden color under the gloomy weather.

His other hand was outstretched and grabbed with Kim's right hand.

The fingers clasped together, and the smile on Jin's face became more and more obvious.

"I've never been so happy."

He was obviously smiling, but there were hazy tears in his eyes.

With a strong right hand, Heinrich was pulled up bit by bit.

The sand under him loosened, and his body slid forward.

He let go of his left hand, the left arm pierced by the sharp stone has no strength.

He concentrated his strength on his right hand and pulled hard.

Heinrich was pulled up.

And the sand under him caused half of his body to fall off the edge of the cliff.

"Look, I let go."

Jin's sunny smile showed off his big neat white teeth.

With his body weightless, he let go of the hand that he said he would not let go.

How about treating it like a prank?

The body falls.

...

In a daze.

Percy heard a roar.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw the assembled troops.

Tanks of land monsters crushed them, and a wizard of Waggadu turned into an elephant to wrestle with them.

But artillery fire mercilessly penetrated it.

There was another wizard who lost his lover. He was angry and desperate and hit the tank with a green light.

This killing curse, which is feared by all wizards, cannot affect the people inside in front of that steel monster.

Death cannot pass in, and the wizard's death has struck.

Another wizard died.

Percy scrambled to his feet, fumbling with his wand in the dirt.

He propped himself up and changed himself from a prostrate position to a kneeling position.

He looked up, saw the injured wizard, and saw those with iron wands smashing the wizard into a hornet's nest before he could even raise his hand.

The nimble black panther witch was humiliated and captured by that trap-like thing.

The sky fortress is under missile attack.

The shattered walls fell to the ground.

everything is over?

The Age of Magic Winter.

This failure will make wizards completely captives of Muggles.

Those inhumane experiments will be tried on them.

They will be the best material.

Children are homeless and women become objects of trade.

A lot ran through Percy's mind.

His family, his father who had quarreled with him, and his dear mother and sister.

His friends, his colleagues.

Once he climbed up, his relatives talked behind his back, thinking that he was an outlier.

Even his family members were puzzled by his thoughts.

He staggered to his feet, and ten soldiers appeared opposite him.

Their weapons have been set up, and compared to the speed of wizards chanting spells, those bullets can turn your body into a hornet's nest before you finish a sentence.

Percy smiled.

"So that's what you're carrying, John," he murmured.

that power.

The higher your status, the heavier the burden you will carry.

Ignorance occupies the majority in this world.

Some people will question the decision, and more people are short-sighted and can only see immediate benefits.

Thinking of what a lonely day John must have been after he became the leader of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"I'm not really a good friend," Percy clenched his wand. "I used to envy you, John, and that shames me."

He moved his wand, and the subtle movements made the soldiers on the opposite side nervous.

"You'd better surrender, wizard," said the soldier's chief. "Stop making unnecessary resistance."

"Your magic can't do anything."

Before the Muggles came, magic was so great.

Now, under the devastating attack, the arrogant and arrogant wizards are awake.

Fight hard, the ideal should be, they should be victorious.

"Sorry, here in front of you is the son of the ancient Weasley family, the new Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom."

Percy raised his wand, although he knew the end he was about to face.

But the wizard still raises his wand.

"A member of the Stars Society that shines with magic, and the king's best friend."

The corners of Percy's mouth were outlined, that perennially serious face made people forget that his appearance was not bad.

"Percy Ignatius Weasley."

After he finished speaking, the officer on the opposite side was also in awe of the wizard's death.

The officer ordered: "Shoot."

Bullet out.

In this era of magical winter, there must always be someone holding a torch to illuminate the dark road ahead of Snow Country.

Is not it?

"The stars will guide you back."

"Yes, my king."

Percy closed his eyes, making a last-ditch effort.

If it fails to light the way, let the torch lead the strong hunter away.

You continue to hide, in the darkness, be careful not to make any movement.

The dirt-stained badge with the changing stars.

Dirt fell from above.

"Yes, Percy Ignatius Weasley, brave Gryffindor, my friend."

Bullet, stopped.

In the age of magical winter, the person who will hold up the torch for wizards to illuminate the future has come.

He walked out of the golden passage.

Before the soldiers could react, their lives were taken.

The Elder Wand, a symbol of power, waved.

"Star spirit guard."

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