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Lockhart took an excited step forward and pulled John up who had one foot on the stage.

John was the bright future that the newspapers were talking about, the next great Dumbledore... He was an excellent young man, so Lockhart decided to give it a good try.

"Oh, John, I've always wanted to meet you and talk about the future development of the magical world, but I've never had the chance..."

Lockhart gave a stiff John a big hug

"Man, you shouldn't be so low-key. Good people can't hide, just like you and me."

He wanted to say something else, but how could the host let him succeed if he finally found a chance to control the scene?While he was greeting John, the host quickly went through the process and tried to send the talkative Lockhart down first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us now..."

"Oh!"

After a violent vibration and explosion, a large hole was blown out of the roof of the venue. A huge stone slab hit the host without warning, and bright red blood spurted out, covering Lockhart.

Several tactical ropes hung down along the last sunset, and John subconsciously yelled at Dumbledore

"Someone is coming down!"

After saying that, he pulled Lockhart over and threw him hard between the stage and the ground, knocking him unconscious... Although this is a disgusting idiot, at least John can't let him die on his own now. before.

He pulled out the special pistol that Howard gave him from the space. The tactical rope in front of him and the vaguely visible figure in black combat uniform above made him subconsciously think that this was the Muggle world.

Pulling the trigger quickly and steadily, after pouring out a magazine without hearing the sound of flesh being inserted or the screams, John opened his Sharingan and bowed slightly, wanting to kill them first. Strange bullets for terrorists.

"John!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly, like a principal who cared about the children... John understood what he meant, the old guy didn't want him to reveal his strength.

He glared unhappily at the terrorists above him who raised their guns and fired, then scattered all the bullets outside the protective barrier cast by the two old guys.

The figure flashed back to Dumbledore.

Looking at Grindelwald from a distance, who had just apparated to the opposite area to block the bullet, John whispered to Dumbledore.

"Where do these fools come from? They don't know you are here?"

"Their guns are weird. They shoot out compressed magic spells. They are much harder to block than the Muggles' guns... If Gellert wasn't here, it would be difficult for me to protect everyone."

John looked behind him and realized that even Hermione, who was close to him, couldn't hear their conversation. The little girl nervously raised her head and stared at the group of terrorists who were about to fall to the ground.

"How do we fight back? Will this barrier of yours block our attack?"

"Don't worry, they can't run away...and judging from their appearance, they probably won't want to run away."

"Don't worry, we are here...behave normally and don't let anyone see your flaws...Ma Shan is over."

A few smart fools tried to sneak out of the venue from an inconspicuous corner of the barrier. As soon as they leaned out, the terrorist leader with a straight face like a machine commanded several of his men to move the muzzle of their guns.

"what!"

The unlucky guy's outstretched leg was blown to pieces. The others quickly dragged him inside and watched helplessly as he howled at the top of his lungs.

John casually threw a silent spell at the poor ghost, and then stared at the dense purple light balls floating on the edge of the barrier with an ugly expression.

"Thunderbolt explosion?"

"Well, the ones above the barrier should also be..."

"If these explode, this venue will definitely not survive."

"We can't let them explode, the island will sink... There are restrictions on this island. Ordinary people can't apparate at all, and the followers can't apparate either." Dumbledore sighed, staring deeply at those who had been there since just now. The soldiers from the sky who kept shooting.

"They're about to run away!" Hermione's cry reminded John. He watched them alternately suppressing and being pulled up by the rope, and his teeth were almost broken.

You bastard, come when you want and leave when you want? !

He formed a seal on the spot, and a cloud of smoke exploded.As Hermione coughed, a boy with a fox-like face rushed out of the smoke holding two kunai, not forgetting to turn around and say hello to Lao Deng who had his hands raised.

Dumbledore turned around and looked at the expressionless John in surprise. Then he realized after careful sensing, and stopped Hermione who wanted to ask John about the fox boy with his eyes.

After the boy rushed to a certain height, he ignored the magic bullets that were fired, and his hands flew quickly. The kunai was watching the Sharingan, and the rain and dew were all wet, and it was inserted into the terrorist's forehead, half-cut into the bone!

Then he quickly gestured with the seals, stopped at the last second when the bullet was about to hit, and then was blown into a cloud of smoke.

Hearing John behind him breathe a sigh of relief, Dumbledore smiled and looked at Grindelwald.

"All curses end!"

After removing the barrier, Lao Ge glanced at the corpses that were still being pulled upward by something, and apparated to the top.

It seems that there is no such thing as blood in the bodies of those terrorists. The scene where their heads were shot was not as bloody as that of the unlucky guy who lost one of his legs.

"John..."

Hermione curiously pushed John, who seemed to be distracted just now, to a corner and looked at him carefully.

"Where did that man go? Is he dead?"

"No...why do you care about him?"

Looking at John who was inexplicably alert, Hermione said funnyly

"He solved those terrorists...Shouldn't I care about the hero who solved the problem and then was bombed to the point of leaving no corpses?"

"Or is that hero my fiancé?"

Hermione leaned her head up and smiled sweetly at John.

"Why would you think that? Honey."

With a hoarse voice, John admitted her suspicion.

"He is very similar to the person in the story you told me...Uzumaki...Naruto?" Hermione rested her head on John's shoulder, hugging him and thinking carefully.

"Then you seem to have a great intuition."

John let go of the girl, held her hand, and walked back with a smile, facing the joking eyes of several people and the middle finger hidden by Alicia's side.

"You two really won't let go of a moment."

"It looks like you need a wedding room now. Do you want us to help you negotiate with the organizer?"

"Fuck you, Fred!" John squeezed Hermione's hand to tell her not to pay attention to this bastard's dirty words, while talking nonsense to Fred.

"What is the situation with these people, and who is the last person?"

Harry looked at John in confusion, then stretched out his hand, and together with Alicia, they grabbed Ron tightly, who was about to run towards the corpses that had been placed on the ground.

"I don't know, Harry... but the Aurors should be arriving soon. The way Minister Fudge was jumping around just now was really funny."

John winked at Harry and motioned to go back and explain to him.

...

Portkey rushed over with the doctor and Aurors, and after Minister Fudge repeatedly confirmed to John that the last fox-face had nothing to do with him, he finally let them go.

In the principal's office, after sending John and the others home safely, the two old men were able to sit down and sort out what happened today.

"What to do with those weapons? I have sent the living man on the roof back."

"It's okay, Gellert... let them take it. We can just have a few for study." Dumbledore stroked his white beard and replied without raising his head. "John said maybe someone has already walked in front of us." It’s in front of me...you should have noticed it too.”

"Well, those weapons have alchemy formations on them that I have never seen before... What are you going to do?"

"Maybe I can find an old friend to help..."

"He? Isn't he dead yet, that old man?"

"Be respectful to the old man Gellert...don't forget that he also taught you alchemy."