I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Magic is idealistic.

The mood of a wizard represents the power of magic.

Voldemort, who was once powerful and invincible, Tom Marvolo Riddle himself tried it.

People cannot be generalized, once he was killed by a magic rebound under Lily Potter's extreme love.

You must know that it is the Dark Lord, and he is the most proficient in the death curse.

Under his own defenseless attack at such close range, he would be magically rebounded to death by a witch who just graduated from school.

It can be seen that magic does not necessarily become stronger with age.

Dumbledore often said that love is the greatest.

Love can be seen as a magical force.

The killing curse is terrible because it carries malice and killing, and the deepening of evil thoughts can enhance the power of the killing curse.

The three Unforgivable Curses all rely on human emotions as sustenance, and the power they can exert is also different.

Idealistic magic has an advantage over materialistic technology.

That is, their limits are not the same.

In a joyful atmosphere, an untimely explosion swept through.

No one can survive here...?

The wizard was silent, and they closed their eyes.

The flame and impact of the explosion can destroy everything in an instant.

A mushroom cloud rises over the island.

The aftermath that swept away evaporated the water vapor on the sea surface.

"Is it finished?"

After a wizard finished speaking, he was shocked to find that he could still speak.

Not only him, but the wizards all looked at a loss.

The wizards who gathered did not know why.

They can feel the imminent death.

But why?

Death did not come?

Hibiscus sees a little golden fluorescence.

She stretched out her hand, and the fluorescent light fell on the palm of her hand, which was warm.

Looking up, she saw it.

Why the wizard is safe and sound.

A pair of huge wings envelops all wizards.

The wizards who survived were also found one after another.

The master of those wings.

is their king.

The golden dragon's body protected the wizard from the destructive explosion.

Everything outside is ruined.

The giant dragon slowly shrunk its body, its white hair fluttered, and the dense and hideous scars on its body were being quickly repaired.

His blood dripped.

That's not like human blood.

The fusion of red and gold, the blood is full of holiness.

When he was about to hit the ground, the blood flowed backwards and entered John's body.

Pure magic, miracles guarded them.

"John." Daphne came over immediately.

She stopped as John raised his hand.

"Just stop there, Daphne." John opened his eyes, his eyes were golden vertical pupils.

In the light state, John exudes dazzling light.

He is absorbing the harmful substances left after the explosion.

The light of his element can contain everything.

Those things were absorbed and pulled by him.

All kinds of radiation are attached to John.

The skin of the fire dragon made him not afraid of high temperature, and his huge body offset the impact.

The Time Corridor of Infinite Repair allowed his shattered body to reassemble.

Constantly repeating this process allowed him to survive this all-destroying attack.

Under his protection, this miracle was born.

Only he can do it.

The castle in the sky almost collapsed, but the fireplace burning in the middle never went out.

Doomsday.

The dragons floated out of the sea.

Who would have thought that the giant dragon would one day swim in the sea.

Under this explosion, the traces of the war between Muggles and wizards seemed to be erased.

This is their way of destroying evil.

The elusive ability of wizards has already been taught by the President of the United States.

Apparently they didn't want to try it a second time.

The so-called magic crystal mines, those attractive purple magic crystals, are being quickly sucked away as John's body recovers.

The wizard was cautious, afraid of disturbing the king's recovery.

After finally absorbing all the radiation, John exhaled a breath of heat that would wither flowers and plants.

He opened his eyes and saw those wary wizards.

He smiled.

"I think it's time for us to go home."

He snapped his fingers, and those ghost ships on the ocean appeared one after another.

Lucius and Mr. Greenglass breathed a sigh of relief.

When the ghost ship landed, everyone waved and cheered to welcome their compatriots.

Even those who once had grievances will disappear after this war.

War is a good forging platform. In the beating of flames, a purer and firmer heart is born.

The chaotic magical world of the past has been cleaned of impurities under this hammer.

Every living wizard will be a legend in the wizarding world.

They will become the main force in the future.

What this battle represented was a display by wizards to Muggles.

John didn't move, he was watching his people board the ship.

"Aren't you going?" Percy stood beside John.

"I still need to do something." John's hair turned back to black, and he said in a flat tone, "Someone needs to tell the outside world that we are not dead."

The wizards who survived the explosion, John thought, some people need to know, so that they can't sleep or eat.

Percy said in a deep voice, "Do you need me?"

"Need," John nodded, "Go and say hello to Penello for me. I hope this wedding will be as interesting as the last one."

After John finished speaking, Percy coughed twice.

"of course."

"Because we can help our dear brother."

The Weasley twins show up, and they always bring a laugh no matter the time.

"You go to war behind your mother's back," said Percy blackly, "and you will experience her terror."

Fred shrugged. "I can't imagine how proud she would be of us."

"Just like us," George said with a smile, looking at the elder brother whom he had been talking about all the time, "We are proud of you."

Fred nodded as well.

At this moment, the previous incomprehension and slander disappeared.

As the Minister of Magic, the Weasley children.

Percy told his family that Percy Weasley of Gryffindor was doing the right thing.

The Weasley family will be proud of this clever and brave Minister of Magic.

The family rift disappeared without a trace.

Percy was carried away by the twins, each on an arm.

They feel that the heroes should be given this treatment.

Heinrich helped Jin walk over.

Jin, who was obviously injured in his arm, sighed, and pressed his tall body to Heinrich like a weak girl.

It was rare for Heinrich not to push people away directly.

"What do we need to do, Wang." Heinrich stood behind John on the left.

"Heal well," John glanced at Jin's half-dead look, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you hurt your arm?"

"You don't understand now," Jin moved a little closer, pretending to be weak as he was half a head taller, "This is an internal injury, you won't understand if you're not from the East."

John: "..."

Ludwig: "..."

Originally, he wanted to care about his son, but when he saw that person who looked like a big golden retriever, he didn't want to go there again.

Gresham next to him stared at the self-repairing Sky Castle, thinking thoughtfully: "Is this a permanent repair spell?"

Seeing Ludwig leave, he hurried to catch up, "You haven't told me how your castle became like this."

Mr. Greengrass greeted his daughter with a smile on his face, and saw Daphne turning a corner and looking for John.

He opened his arms, his smile froze there.

"John, are you okay?" Daphne asked worriedly, "You're hurt, right?"

Girls are delicate.

John subconsciously glanced at the Elder Wand, shook his head and said, "It's not serious."

"Thank you, Daphne, for bringing the dragon here."

"That's your order." Daphne was still worried.

In the end she got on the boat, because John was going to do another thing next, and the island would cease to exist.

It's time to let the Muggles know that the scared are coming into rotation.

Ignorance and weakness are not obstacles to survival,

Arrogance is.

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