I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

sky castle.

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

The duel of the strongest wizards, let them see the gap between each other clearly.

Old Goyle was thinking about something, and the old Crabbe who was walking pouted and pouted asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking..." Old Gore looked at the wizards around him, and said with great wisdom, "If we are attacked at this time, will it be like the one in Bhutan?"

That time in Bhutan?

Muggle weapons attacked the entire upper echelon of the wizarding world, directly causing the wizarding world to almost be destroyed.

It took old Crabbe a few seconds to grasp the meaning, and he looked around.

Old Union.

International Federation of Wizards.

Headmaster of the magic school.

There are also many wizards with important positions.

"That makes sense." He nodded deeply, "Then we'll be completely dead."

Old Gore proudly said: "Look, I just said so."

Lucius was very speechless to the two younger brothers beside him, discussing what was wrong, discussing this.

Wizard hell joke?

...

The flame is burning.

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

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

The drop of red blood fell heavily in the air, and was absorbed by the soil as it shattered to pieces.

It turned into wisps of blood that penetrated the soil, struggling to reach the bottom along the dry land.

In the lower part of the land, the remaining rose seeds are there quietly.

The bloodshot that struggled in touched the seeds carefully.

Feeling the nourishment from life, the seeds are reborn.

John glanced at his chest, a hole that had been penetrated, telling the danger just now.

The silver phoenix lay across the gap between him and Dumbledore.

Because of this, the sword of Silver Wick did not fully enter Dumbledore's body.

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

He who has always been strategizing, is forced to the present for the first time.

Even in the face of death, he can die calmly.

It's stress.

The mutual pressure prevented him from thinking clearly and calmly as before.

John quickly recovered, and swung his sword, causing the silver phoenix to be completely cut open.

The wand swung, and sparks exploded.

Dumbledore quickly pulled up the protection spell, but was still ejected.

The body fell from the sky to the ground.

Dumbledore used the Shock Absorbing Charm to save himself from falling to his death.

John slowly flapped his wings and landed.

He stood 20 meters in front of Dumbledore, stretching his hand over his wound.

The blood that flows out is mixed with gold.

The blood flowed out, as if going back in time, and quickly drilled into the wound.

Followed by wound healing.

When Dumbledore saw this scene, he had a complicated expression, "It's amazing."

"If you want to say that I'm not human, I can accept it." John raised his eyebrows. Apart from being a human being, he basically doesn't have much to do with people.

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

"You don't look like that either."

Finger wiped the blood on it.

Dumbledore looked down at the place where he was stabbed, the wound there could not heal.

The blood kept flowing, and his complexion quickly turned pale.

Not even healing magic can stop this.

Not black magic, but with incurable effects.

With the tip of John's sword hanging down, he said flatly, "You have no second chance."

"I ask you."

"Do you regret it?"

He stared at Dumbledore and asked, "Do you regret all this?"

Dumbledore shook his head, his face without the white beard was kind.

"No, I will not."

He knew what John was talking about.

Regret watching Hogwarts students do it to themselves?

of course not.

Although Dumbledore is not good at education, he has the same love for students.

"I'll be proud of you, John." He smiled happily, "Confused headmaster, to be able to meet such outstanding students."

Gryffindor wants John to be a brave lion.

Grindelwald wants John to be king of the wizarding world.

John Wick, Dumbledore hoped, was John Wick.

You don’t have to be someone else, and you don’t have to be someone for anyone.

He's just John Wick.

The Slytherin who entered the fight saw the student who wanted something in the Mirror of Erised.

John took a deep breath, his expression was indescribable.

His right hand trembled slightly.

why?

Because that's the person you once admired?

But why, my right hand is extremely steady.

Steady enough, it seems to be only the weight of the Elder Wand.

The thing I've always wanted to have.

The power is in your hands.

His eyes darkened, and he let go of his right hand.

The sword of Silver Wick pierced the ground without hindrance.

Fall on that rose seed.

The newborn rose, with the approach of the sword tip, ushered in the end.

"My respects, Dumbledore."

John raised his wand, a little upset and said, "Let's end this in the most direct and solemn way."

"I don't know if any of us will not see the dawn of birth, but at this moment, the lofty respect for each other is the most dazzling."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, John Wick in Slytherin, John Wick in Hogwarts, John Wick in the wizarding world, and..."

"John Wick."

It's the last time.

Let this absurd cause and wonderful duel end with mutual respect.

The last magic.

No need to hold hands.

Because that is the greatest insult to a wizard.

At this moment, they just want to let the people they respect each other feel the full respect.

Come on then!

Elderly First King, your brilliance once shone on the magical world. You have suffered, experienced parting, and separated those you loved.

"Expelliarmus"

"Reducto"

No ferocious growls.

Yes, it's just the calm and firm eyes on the faces of the two of them.

Red and white collide again.

On Nurmengard, a huge magic field is formed.

The world has no sound.

The wand in Dumbledore's hand was already overloaded, and white smoke billowed.

The Elder Wand kept sending messages to John.

It wants a great life to fulfill its honor.

Absorbing magic power greedily, like an insatiable sponge.

It is a symbol of strength, extremely loyal to its master, and extremely indifferent.

It protects the owner should the wand fall into the wrong hands.

And will decisively leave when the master fails.

It pursues the strong and serves the strong.

Power comes first, and the winner is king.

It told John that it was hungry for more victories.

The touch of red and white will eventually end.

After the magic field was shattered, the released energy made the power in the coastal city stop working again.

One fell down.

In the sky, three birds are flying.

Between black and white, the red phoenix wailed.

Dumbledore fell.

The former first king, even with a young body, still couldn't resist the footsteps of the new king.

He will be the last old king in the age of the new king.

In the war of three kings, only one king remains.

The strongest one!

The end of an era will usher in the beginning of a new era.

...

John walked to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore lay on the ground, his hair rapidly turning white.

After exceeding the limit, Dumbledore's magic power was emptied, and the experience gained through the Holy Grail ended.

John stopped beside Dumbledore, who had fallen with a smile on his face.

John raised his right hand and held it empty.

The sword that had touched the skin of the rose seed gradually faded away.

In John's hand, the sword of Silver Wick slowly appeared.

Hanging down the tip of the sword, it touched Dumbledore.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" John asked.

Dumbledore's breathing rose and fell, and his skin was pierced by the point of the sword.

He looked at the sky, and the dark clouds gradually dispersed.

A wisp of twilight entered his eyes.

He looked at the destroyed Nurmengard.

In a trance, that tower was like the day he personally sent people into it.

"John, be yourself." Dumbledore smiled, "You're only 18 years old."

John looked at him silently.

The sword in his hand was raised.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in relief.

He already understood that all his efforts were not in vain.

He was also a martyr.

Waiting for the moment from the end.

I don't know what happened to Grindelwald.

The wind caressed his cheeks.

His nose became smooth again, making him seem to smell a familiar smell.

but……

The wind in Godric's Hollow couldn't come to his side.

The blade hangs down.

Dusk is going to leave after all.

The cold and silvery moonlight, and the shed blood, banned everything after dusk.

"Stay here, Dumbledore."

John's eyes were as calm as the moonlight shining into a clear lake.

His sword was slowly drawn out.

Lifting his head, he looked at the sky that Dumbledore had just seen.

Dusk ended, the same sky, some people saw that the twilight was approaching red.

Some people see the bright and beautiful stars and moon under the night sky.

...