From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

Under the vast starry sky and above the vast lake, every spell Dumbledore cast turned the night into day. Every wave of his wand set off turbulent waves and caused the earth to shake!

At this moment when Sivan and Helena looked at the battlefield, Dumbledore waved his wand and captured a turbulent black lake. The water turned into a horse, spinning and wrapping the incarnation of death in the water, forming a A strong water prison was built.

The black mist around the God of Death couldn't stop the water prison at all. Even if he waved the Death's Scythe to split the monstrous water curtain, the water would flow even more when he cut off the water with his sword. After a moment, the water prison would be restored to its original state after being split, and the God of Death would be taken away. The throne of bones beneath him was covered in masses.

The Death God in the water prison struggled in the chaotic waves, relying on the power of the throne to stabilize his body. Then he waved the Death God's Scythe and cut out an evil purple-black light blade, forcibly forming a solid water wall with the lake water. He slashed and tore open, and followed the force of the water to slash in the direction of Dumbledore.

The next moment, Phoenix Fawkes stood on Dumbledore's shoulders and flapped its wings gently twice. Golden-red flames immediately enveloped Dumbledore's figure, taking him to the back of Death in an instant.

After Dumbledore appeared, he changed places with the golden-red bird. He stepped lightly on Fox's broad back and flew over the Black Lake with the help of the phoenix.

Then, he waved the wand above his head——

Countless red flames rose out of thin air on the water, and even burned violently in the lake in an unreasonable state.

One after another, flaming fireballs flew in the air, and the hot air waves beat against the flying currents of the black lake, causing the floating water to emit steaming whispers and sizzling sounds. Tongues of yellow and red flames chased vigorously across the lake, and from time to time they shot high into the sky, splashing flying sparks.

At that moment, the fire storm on the lake competed with the bright stars in the night sky without giving up an inch!

The throne made of corpses was instantly ignited by flames, and the god of death fled in another direction in embarrassment. However, there is no direction for him to escape in the mirror space.

The incarnation of Death was finally burned by the fire in pain, and no longer sat proudly on the throne as before.

"I will remember you. After I break the seal, I will definitely come and take good care of you!" The God of Death only had time to say one harsh word before he was completely reduced to ashes.

No one present cared about the harsh words the God of Death said. The destruction of the God of Death, even if it was just an incarnation of the God of Death, made everyone smile with relief.

This battle can be said to be representative. It can prove to all wizards in the magic world that the devil is not invincible, and even the god of death has nothing to fear!

In the excitement of the whole audience, a flash of fire flashed, and Dumbledore and Phoenix Fawkes appeared in front of Sivan.

"Strange, we have eliminated an incarnation and a projection of Death this time. Do you know how much impact it can have on his body?" Dumbledore looked at Sivan and asked.

"As far as I know, it does take a lot of energy for the devil to use secret techniques to divide his own power, project onto other worlds, and create external incarnations." Xiwen thought for a moment and slowly explained.

"It's hard to define how much power this projection used, but destroying his incarnation will take at least half a year for the God of Death to regain his power. And the God of Death must maintain peak power to be able to break through the seal of another space. , This also means that he will be able to settle down for at least half a year and not do anything big again."

After hearing Sivan's explanation, Dumbledore slowly exhaled and seemed to relax a little.

"It would be nice to be able to settle down for a while," he said. "The key now is to first solve the problems caused by the Wiccan Party led by Grindelwald. One thing Grindelwald is right about is that only by dealing with internal strife can we better deal with external disasters."

"Internal and external troubles!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Yes, there are internal and external troubles." Xiwen also sighed. "You said, if you two don't have different ideas and can work together to fight against the devil who is trying to invade this world, then what problems can there be in the magic world that cannot be solved?"

Listening to Xiwen's words, a hint of longing appeared in Dumbledore's eyes, but then it dimmed. He shook his head and said, "It's meaningless to think about this now. Let's take it one step at a time!"

"Albus, well done!" At this time, Professor Slughorn's voice came over.

In the direction of the wall of the auditorium where a big hole was blown, several professors who had suffered minor injuries helped each other and walked over, looking at the two great heroes Dumbledore and Sivan with smiles on their lips.

Xiwen nodded slightly to them, then his eyes moved and he noticed the injuries of the professors.

"Helena, we should go back." So he turned to look at Helena and said. "I think professors also need to go to the campus hospital, right?"

Helena chuckled and nodded.

Then, a ripple like countless broken glass swept across the ruined auditorium in the mirror space.

Wherever the ripples swept, the devastated and messy auditorium miraculously transformed into a completely intact scene, along with the bottomless pit on the ground and the large holes beside the ruined walls, all restored to their original appearance.

It was already late, and most of the thousands of candles above the auditorium had been extinguished, but there were still bits of starlight sprinkled from the enchanted ceiling, illuminating the auditorium slightly.

In the auditorium, Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Dallaire and others had been waiting for a long time. When they saw them coming out, they hurriedly greeted them.

"Fortunately, there is this mirror space, otherwise we wouldn't even know how long it would take to rebuild the campus." Professor Mellors, who didn't know where he threw his top hat, smoothed his gray hair and said in surprise.

"You'd better stop lamenting those magics. I'll take you to the campus hospital!" Mrs. Dallaire's eyes were a little red as she looked at the injured professors.

"Well, let's go." Professor Mellors nodded obediently.

Then, she grabbed Professor Bierley and Professor Slughorn next to her, and followed Mrs. Dallaire to the marble stairs outside the auditorium.

"Don't worry, Minerva, there's nothing wrong with us." Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall who was still waiting, smiled, and said. "You should go back too, you have to teach the little wizards for me tomorrow!"

Professor McGonagall's originally depressed mood was directly disturbed by his words.

She pursed her lips and glared at Dumbledore before leaving the auditorium without looking back.

After Professor McGonagall left, Principal Dippet took a breath, slowly stood up from a wooden chair he found casually, and said, "Albus, Galadia has gone to the school hospital, so let's go to the school hospital." You and I should go to the principal's office and discuss together how to deal with death."

"That's no problem." Dumbledore nodded and said to the principal. "But is there really nothing wrong with your health, Armando? Do you need to go to the campus hospital for a checkup?"

Principal Dippet was worthy of being a duel champion in his youth, and he was one of the few who was not injured in the battle just now. But he was still too old after all. Today's rare strenuous exercise made his body unable to bear the load. This was why he found a chair to sit down and rest as soon as he came out of the mirror space.

"It's okay. It's normal for the elderly not to exercise." Principal Dippet shook his head and said to Dumbledore. "But that's right, I think I should consider asking Sylvanus to make me a cane too."

Hearing these words, Xiwen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

‘Are you sure you want Professor Kettleburn to make you a cane? ’ He complained silently in his heart. 'The wooden stick he made really doesn't look like a serious cane...'

However, before Xiwen finished complaining in his heart, Principal Dippet suddenly turned his head and said to Xiwen: "Mr. Strange, if you are free, please come to the principal's office to discuss with us about the God of Death." question?"

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