I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Grindelwald's words made everyone turn their attention to the person who was still indifferent in the face of death.

His black hair gradually turned back to white, and John sat there, facing the approaching flames without moving.

After looking at the flames for a while, he asked curiously, "Excellent spell."

"Fire Shield," Grindelwald and John looked at each other across the fire, and smiled, "I am willing to give it to you."

"That's really flattering."

John smiled slightly, shifted his gaze to the wand held in Grindelwald's hand, and said in a concentrated voice, "The old wand?"

"Yes, I'll be one step ahead of you," Grindelwald stroked his wand, "You can't go back, why don't you come with me?"

Grindelwald looked at the excited Credence and said, "He hopes so too."

"I have no objection to this," John also saw Credence, and said to Grindelwald, "You can continue your work, but there is one premise, don't hurt innocent people."

"You are still as proud." Grindelwald said with a smile, "You are so confident, won't he surrender to me?"

"Don't lie to him, Grindelwald." John stared at Grindelwald, "You know him."

Grindelwald said nothing.

Newt found the white-haired wizard, and he was going to prevent Credence from joining.

The same was true for Nagini, but Credence took Nagini's hand and said, "Wait for me, I will come back to you, when I find out my own background."

"Credence!"

Credence finally stepped through the flames, and Grindelwald smiled triumphantly.

The flames raced, and the Aurors retreated.

Queenie on the other side also has to cross the flames.

Jacob knows the horror of war, he stops Queenie.

"Jacob, he's the answer, he wants what we do."

"No, no, no." Jacob called out to Queenie in pain.

"Come with me." Queenie wanted to take Jacob away.

"Honey, don't go!"

Queenie screamed, "Follow me!"

With tears in Jacob's eyes, "You're crazy."

But Queenie still stepped into the flames.

"No! Queenie, don't go!"

Queenie steps onto the stage and Apparates away.

Blue flames spread and raged.

Credence was gently hugged by Grindelwald, and whispered in his ear: "This is all for you."

"I just want to know my life experience." Credence looked at John, who was calm outside the flames, and reached out to hold the pendant.

Grindelwald smiled noncommittally, no one can choose to settle down under his own charm.

The Elder Wand became his baton, the fire his orchestra, death the musical note.

Blue flames strike Aurors who attempt to Apparate.

Six or seven Aurors panicked and ran towards Grindelwald through the flames.

This is a massacre, but also a demonstration to show off its muscles.

The flames passed by without touching John.

He was like the only spectator in the flames, witnessing this dirge of death.

"Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" Grindelwald focused on the two Scamanders.

"Help them!" Tina yelled at John in the audience.

John shrugged. "Sorry, Tina, they can figure it out themselves."

"You know me?" Tina was taken aback.

John slipped his tongue.

that voice.

Tina sounded familiar.

All these scenes were flashed by John.

In order to protect the two Scamanders, Leta pretends to join Grindelwald.

Grindelwald welcomed him personally, however...

Leta looked resolutely at the two Scamanders over there.

"I love you."

Love who?

No one knows, and there will be no answers.

A big boy who redeemed himself when he was a student, and a fiancé who cared for everything later.

Maybe they all love it.

As a Slytherin, it's not a fault of being greedy.

Rita aimed her wand at the skeleton in Venda's hand.

A spell that exploded the skeleton and knocked Wenda down.

The blue flame was out of control, and the flames were engulfing Rita.

John watched the scene indifferently.

Theseus tried to rush through the flames like a madman, and was almost swallowed.

John slowly closed his eyes, and the wailing sounded endlessly in his ears.

"I should go," Grindelwald said to John, "this place is out of my control."

After all, he took Credence, took one last look here, and said in disgust, "I hate Paris."

They apparated away.

Leave a mess.

John stood up slowly, his figure disappeared and reappeared beside Nagini.

Nagini, who was about to touch the blue flame, was driven away by the gold.

John put his arm around Nagini's shoulders and whispered, "He'll see you again."

Nagini was very sad, with tears in his eyes, staring at John's eyes with hatred, "Who the hell are you?"

"John," said John in a low voice, "John Wick, don't forget me, Nagini."

"I'm going to leave, and this is a secret between you and me. It's always been hidden in your soul. Don't forget it."

Fingers gently wiped the tears from the corners of Nagini's eyes, extremely gentle.

After leaving this time, Nagini suffered epigenetic pain until that day when a reckless teenager broke into Albania and regained redemption.

Nagini felt the pain in John.

This man is full of contradictions, an indifference to those who die, yet a display of sadness at saying goodbye to himself.

Grindelwald's flames were out of control, John protected Nagini, and saved the passing Muggle by the way.

Pere Lachaise Cemetery.

Not long after John led the two out, Newt, Theseus, and others apparated out one after another.

Blue flames chased them, and it was a great disaster.

Every cemetery spews flames.

The cemetery is on the verge of destruction, and Grindelwald's flames transform into a dragon-like monster, determined to destroy everything.

Seeing that the doomsday that will destroy Paris is coming, John said softly: "Next, it's time for you to play, teacher."

Monsters rushed out of the cemetery, wreaking havoc.

The Auror's attack was useless.

An old man arrived tremblingly.

When John saw him, excitement flashed in his eyes.

He could only suppress it, not letting himself go in front of the old man.

Nicole Flamel arrived and directed everyone to gather, form a circle and insert their wands into the ground.

The only one who can deal with this terrible spell is the End of All Curses.

Hearing what the old man said, everyone dispersed around the cemetery.

"All curses end! (finite)"

The wand plunged into the ground, and the golden walls rose.

The cleansing fire fights the evil fire.

They stick together and then...

The purifying fire was bitten off by the evil fire, and everyone vomited blood and retreated.

"???" John was dumbfounded.

No, the script I saw was not like this.

"Son, we are not strong enough."

Nicole Flamel's voice came, calling for John.

John's body trembled, and he turned his head in disbelief.

There is inquiry in the eyes.

Nicole Flamel's voice was kind, confirming John's guess.

"Son, do what you're good at."

"But you..."

"Occasionally, you have to be willful to be worthy of the power in your hands." Nicole Flamel winked at John, "Caring about your children, use that power, you need it."

Yes, it's him.

own teacher.

The old man didn't know what method to use.

It may be knowing the future, or it may be the consciousness of the old man guarding the door.

John smiled helplessly: "You are much more willful now than later."

"Younger, the mentality is different." Nicole Flamel said.

John saw the dragon about to destroy the city and said, "Okay."

Tina couldn't make out what they were talking about, but she could tell that the white-haired wizard could save the city.

"Please, whoever you are," Tina pleaded.

Looking at those eyes, John suddenly asked, "Did anyone say that your eyes look like those of a salamander?"

Tina's eyes are the same as John's.

After speaking, John drew out his white wand.

"It's useless, and the curse can't end it!" Newt was forced back by the flames.

"Playing with fire?" John shook his head and smiled, "Newt, have you forgotten who is the ruler of the flame?"

"You are?" Newt didn't remember having such a deep friendship with the other party.

But John grinned at him.

Golden flames burn from his body.

John murmured, "It's near, it's coming."

Turning his head to look at Nagini, John said in a gentle tone: "May you have no regrets this time, Nagini."

The golden flame completely ignited John, and he raised his right hand high.

Time responded here, and a terrifying shock opened a gap in the sky.

A sword lit with eternal fire appeared in his hand.

The blooming light is as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at.

John looked at the sword and knew he had succeeded.

He heard the call of his own friend.

Wand in left hand, sword in right hand.

John whispered inaudibly.

"I am a fire dragon."

The flame burns the body.

The golden fire dragon carried the eternal fire and engulfed the blue flame.

The gold and the waves collide and turn into the ultimate white.

Tinnitus filled the ears of those present, and the blinding white light blinded them from sight.

The terrifying light dissipated, and the Père Lachaise Cemetery under the chaos no longer had traces of gold and blue.

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