I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The golden dragon spans extreme weather, with a body over a hundred feet, like a monster.

Soldiers operating the submarine saw the red dot approaching rapidly.

"Sir!"

He called hastily.

The officer walked quickly, with a serious expression on his face.

He picked up the communicator, "This is the Gust, an unknown object is approaching quickly, requesting an attack command!"

"Attack allowed."

Call back soon.

The officer immediately ordered to attack the unknown object.

This is currently the most powerful weapon carrier for mankind.

Even though it was diving into the sea, the big guy who was approaching quickly still made people feel inexplicably uneasy.

Just the second after his order was issued.

One member wiped sweat from his forehead and asked, "It's so hot."

Yes, it's hot.

In the deep sea, and in a submarine with a constant temperature all year round.

The officer said, "Go and check the central temperature control system."

"Sir, I think I know why."

A soldier struggled to speak, and the red dot on the radar had reached the middle.

The officer also saw the image transmitted back, he took off his hat and looked at his comrades.

"Gentlemen, it is an honor to be with you."

The soldiers stood up one after another, they understood.

Death knocked at the door.

The golden flame penetrated the submarine, and the flame raged in the submarine, turning it into a huge oven.

And in the sky above, the breath of the dragon ignited the sea in the mouth of the golden dragon.

This is a more brutal flame than Fiendfyre.

The flame that can never be extinguished makes even the sea water need to avoid it.

All the marine life within a hundred miles disappeared, and they felt the coercion from the superior.

John shreds the sub and throws it into the island.

He fell from the sky and took human form after landing.

John walked slowly towards Grindelwald, the Dark Lord was ready.

He opened his arms and waited for the last match.

"Come on, Joel."

"Do not."

"John Wick."

A platform built by the martyrs.

The enthronement of the king.

The tower that bound him appeared in Grindelwald's eyes, maybe this time he won't be bound again.

"Wow—"

The sound of fairy music came.

Immediately afterwards, the flickering light of thunder, black and white fell at the same time and tore apart the flames.

In the flames, a white-haired wizard appeared, and the flames on his body faced the flying owl at the same time.

The phoenix and the owl are at war again.

This time, Basil, who had a helper, said that the phoenix must be cut.

"Dumbledore." John's face became gloomy, "Are you kidding me?"

Dumbledore also saw the situation clearly.

Grindelwald is seriously injured and John is preparing to end his life of crime.

Hearing John's question, his lips moved and turned into a sigh.

With a complicated expression, Dumbledore said, "You want to kill him?"

"Obviously, yes!" John said in a bad tone, "Don't tell me, you're going to use that set of principles to stop me?"

"Don't tell me anything else, I won't lock him up, because that's what you did back then."

John blocked all Dumbledore's escape routes, and said lightly, "If you want to do it yourself, I welcome it."

"John..."

"To shut up!"

John raised the old wand irritably, with a harsh voice, "I won, he lost, it's as simple as that!"

But Dumbledore still called, "John."

John took a deep breath, and he heard the call of the phoenix and the hooting of the owl.

The sharpness of thunder flickering, the thickness of howling flames.

He became short of breath, and said word by word: "You want to intercede for him?"

"at this time?"

"Ahead of my victory?"

"When I want to avenge old Batty?"

He asked questions sentence by sentence, and walked towards Dumbledore.

He stared at the crooked nose, "I don't mind killing you together."

Dumbledore could see that John was emotionally unstable at the moment.

At this moment, he was like a flammable bomb that could destroy everything at any time.

But such emotions are dangerous.

"You're being influenced," he said.

"Influenced by who?" John laughed angrily, pointing to the submarine that he pulled out of the sea, "The power is in my hands!"

"You are affected by magic." Dumbledore said with a complex expression, "You don't even know what you are doing."

"All I know is that I'm taking revenge!" John roared, "When you dodge all kinds of things, I'm the one who does it all!"

"When Bhutan was attacked, I went there and didn't see my friend for the last time!"

He reached out and was about to grab Dumbledore's collar, but his hand stopped there, and he shook his fist unwillingly.

"You can go now, Dumbledore, unless you wish to be my enemy."

Gripping the Elder Wand tightly in his hand, John turned away from Dumbledore and walked towards Grindelwald.

He has only one goal now, to kill Grindelwald and solve it all.

"You are leading yourself astray," said Dumbledore, "you know, you understand."

understand?

John paused slightly, and looked sideways at Dumbledore's sincere old face.

"You suddenly came to care about me again?" John smiled sarcastically, "Or are you for the so-called justice again?"

"Both." Dumbledore listened to these sarcastic words, his expression was always concerned.

He could see John's wavering.

The tense body and mind, coupled with the suppressed emotions all the time.

"You're looking for a way out, aren't you?" Dumbledore said, "You haven't found an answer in this battle."

This silenced John.

He glanced at the panel, which was always gray, and did not break through in this battle as he expected.

Grindelwald is still missing something, just a little bit.

Level 8 is like a ray of wind, you can feel it, but you can't catch it.

John could feel the change in his mood, but he just glanced at Dumbledore.

That kind of tone is really annoying.

"Do you love him?" He asked plainly, "You used to be very close to him."

"You always think that love is the greatest, now you tell me, is love the greatest?"

John asked, leaving Dumbledore to ponder for a moment.

"My answer has always been the same." Dumbledore looked at the pair of different pupils, "Love is great."

"Across time, beyond death?" John asked.

"Yes."

Dumbledore said, "So don't let yourself go that way, John."

"What about them?" John asked suddenly, "those who died in these baptisms."

"Have they no love?"

Dumbledore hesitated.

John laughed.

He looked at Dumbledore, pointed his wand at Grindelwald, and said word by word: "Just sit on the altar high above, and don't go to the world."

Grindelwald also looked at Dumbledore.

This once best friend who was closer than a brother came to this duel.

What kind of ending is worthy of the presence of the three kings?

Is it death, or an endless captivity?

"Kill him, and you will enter the darkness completely." Dumbledore still wanted to persuade.

"Then go in." John said indifferently, "I have seen darker places."

Dumbledore didn't know what it was like.

He didn't want John to fall into it, the erosion brought by the magic had already appeared on John's body.

To Grindelwald?

Is it the feeling from the past?

Or that crazy hate?

can not say it clearly.

There was silence, only the footsteps of John walking towards Grindelwald.

The third child who had escaped all his life, Dumbledore witnessed the killing between old friends.

"John." He stopped John for the third time.

This time Dumbledore said with a pleading, moving look: "Please."

Hearing this tone, John stopped.

"Dumbledore, are you so unclear?" John looked at him, "You were not like this before."

"Maybe it's the experience of death that magnifies my feelings," said Dumbledore.

The person he once wanted to be, now humbly silenced John.

If it weren't for the obstruction of that submarine, Grindelwald would be a corpse now.

"Then kneel to me, Dumbledore." John spoke after a long silence, making a difficult and disgusting request, "To me, show your humbleness."

Grindelwald laughed so hard that he burst into tears.

"He won't, Joel," Grindelwald said.

He hoped not, better not.

Just like that, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard ever.

Grindelwald is the most evil Dark Lord.

Dumbledore said, "If it makes you change your mind."

Under John's gaze, the stalwart old man seemed to begin to change.

What he admired, what he even wanted to be.

In the Mirror of Erised, he gets honor, power in his hand, food and friends.

He's the White Lord, he's the new Dumbledore.

But at this moment, John seemed to see something collapse.

Yes, it turned out to be the giant in my fantasy, so humble.

Dumbledore's knee was about to touch the ground.

John's face became grim, and he raised the Elder Wand.

A red light made Dumbledore fly out irresistibly.

"You let me down, Dumbledore!" John growled.

The old man who had been in John's mind died.

Kind, strong, wise.

The Elder Wand lowered slowly, and John looked over there.

Dumbledore had been hit with a banishing curse, which did him no harm.

"The altar has collapsed." John's eyes flashed tiredly, "You are no longer a god."

God will bleed, which means he will die, but he is still a god.

But if a god can kneel down, then he has completely collapsed and walked from the altar to the mortal world.

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