I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The noisy wind brings moist air.

The wetness turned dry as it passed John.

In the hands of this young man who is about to become king, a golden cup acts as a wine glass.

Seeing the golden cup, Dumbledore's eyes darkened.

There is no escape route.

All of this is made by choice.

"The great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." John walked slowly, he changed into the luxurious green wizard robe, the silver ring on his finger and The emerald ring, holding the goblet in the palm of his hand.

The golden liquid was swaying inside, and the liquid that was about to overflow would never be swayed down.

The three reunite.

The old and the young.

The three people from 100 years ago will reunite in this way 100 years later.

It is a duel that is as old as the past.

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the Holy Grail.

"I thought you destroyed it," said Dumbledore.

"I can recreate it." John handed out the Holy Grail as he did at the gate of the Stars Club. "Such a peerless wine is worthy of a legendary ending."

The same choice, to drink or not to drink.

Now Dumbledore has no power to choose.

Only those who are strong enough are qualified to stand on the same battlefield as the king.

John stared at Dumbledore, "Drink it, use your prime."

"You are old, you are not qualified to be killed by me."

"If this is what you want." Dumbledore compromised, and he took over the treasure that so many people were rushing for.

A Hufflepuff treasure once owned by one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

On this cup, the friendship of the Big Four is condensed, and it was also Wang's first miracle.

drink it.

That means, the two will complete a deathmatch.

This is a duel with the goal of killing each other.

Dumbledore was also drawn into the ranks of martyrs.

The difference is that Grindelwald wants to use martyrdom to create the king of the entire magical world.

And Dumbledore, he wants to be John Wick.

The golden liquid touched the old man's lips.

Throat rolls.

The liquid in the cup flows into the mouth.

It was a strange smell, a bit like the smell of blood.

Perhaps the Holy Grail is the blood of God.

The ability to rejuvenate is manifested in Dumbledore.

The wrinkled face gradually faded like a facelift.

The beard gradually shortened, and the white hair turned red.

He got younger.

He raised his right hand, the old palm turned young again at this moment.

With the help of the strongest potion, the originally black fingers returned to normal.

Unprecedented carefree.

Dumbledore could feel how excited it was when the magic power accumulated over the years appeared in a young body.

Those magical powers wantonly created miracles for this body.

Dumbledore.

Now he is truly the greatest wizard and the most powerful wizard.

Back to his prime, Dumbledore took off his glasses.

The half-moon glasses that have accompanied him for many years are no longer needed.

Looking at this face, Grindelwald didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The magic power close to level 8 was as active as a burning torch in front of John.

The greatest wizards are never just talking.

Dumbledore handed back the Holy Grail, and John took it.

"Take your wand, Dumbledore."

He turned and left, "As I said, I will be under everyone's gaze."

The vast battle of change needs to be staged on a sufficiently meaningful battlefield.

that place.

Right here in Nurmengard.

...

The tower that should have been destroyed once again bound Grindelwald.

Here comes Dumbledore.

He was alone, and Grindelwald didn't come, or rather, the Dark Lord, who had been crazy all his life, suddenly became afraid.

That field of withered roses was once full of the same red color as Dumbledore's.

When Dumbledore saw these flowers, he wanted to know how lonely Grindelwald was under that tower.

The golden vertical line in front cut through the space, and John stepped out of the opened passage.

He was far away from Dumbledore.

"I have found enough spectators for this battle." John said calmly.

In the sky, a castle hangs down.

Above the castle are the ancient families, and the Ministry of Magic.

In the distance, a cruise ship far enough away appeared.

Mycroft had binoculars in hand.

This is an adventure, but as the brain that needs to see everything, he must come.

Any surveillance images are not as accurate as those seen intuitively.

"John Wick, if it were you, maybe we should make friends." Mycroft whispered in his heart.

This young man, who has only met three times, will give McCoff a new feeling every time.

"Evaluate this battle, how many people we need to make these wizards fall."

Mycroft gave instructions to the seven members of the side.

These former top agents are now all in high spirits.

If there is no accident, this duel will be related to the future strategic direction of the United Kingdom.

...

"That's Dumbledore?"

Lucius looked uncertainly at the man who was too young, completely without Dumbledore's gray hair and long beard.

The young appearance, even Lucius had never seen it when he was in school.

"It's him." Old Gore's father, now the head of Gore's family, spoke.

He recognized this person, and he was very honored. He had seen such a Professor Dumbledore when he was studying at Hogwarts before.

That was so young, a centenarian turned into a 50-[-]-year-old lad.

"How did he do it?" The Bulgarian Minister of Magic was puzzled.

The International Confederation of Wizards came too.

Because they need to witness this moment.

This is related to the subsequent founding of the country.

There can only be one king.

If John can't defeat the first king, then the second king can only continue to be the second.

Being strong is a prerequisite for a king.

"Holy Grail." The owner of the castle, Ludwig said, "rejuvenate."

They all seem to have subconsciously forgotten the Holy Grail that was destroyed in public.

At the beginning, John was not strong enough, so he destroyed the Holy Grail in public, and gave up all thoughts of coveting the Holy Grail.

But they forgot that that thing was made by John.

And what is needed has always been in John's hands.

It is not impossible for John, who no longer needs to hide, to recreate the Holy Grail.

When you are weak, the treasures you carry will become the source of your death.

When you are powerful, the treasures you carry become symbols of your greatness.

At this moment, the miracle shown by John will not be coveted.

They can only sigh with emotion, the courage and greatness of the king.

Compared with the old Dumbledore, the young Dumbledore is stronger, and also has more experience and magic power.

The well-deserved strongest wizard appeared.

The person who challenged him is already in place.

"Are you satisfied with this stage?" John held the old wand in his hand, and he could feel the magic power carried by this wand.

Dumbledore looked at Sky Castle, "Is that your masterpiece?"

"No," John shook his head and said, "That's a masterpiece from the Alchemy Department."

"You waste too much, Dumbledore."

first king.

Sitting on the altar guarding power.

The world is not guided.

The arrogance of wizards breeds and the downturn in education wastes a lot of opportunities and time that can make wizards stronger.

"The world is getting better." John raised his wand, and he bowed slightly.

This is the etiquette of dueling.

"Oh, I taught him that!"

Lockhart shook the hand of the person next to him, his face full of pride.

The people around were all in disbelief.

The veracity of this statement is very doubtful.

In fact, as the person who started the Dueling Club, Lockhart, in a long way, rounded up, it is possible for him, Snape, and Voldemort to each occupy this teaching achievement.

Not far from him, Rita Skeeter manipulated the quill next to him to record.

She was going to go back and distribute a newspaper, so that this ignorant Lockhart could understand that he should not talk nonsense.

"Filmed."

Rita told the team she brought: "Be sure to spread every picture."

The principals of the various magic schools were also very nervous.

Madame Maxime, clutching her handkerchief, came to support John.

Of the headmasters only Slughorn was absent.

Probably because when he was invited, he was already drunk with mead.

Waiting for Slughorn to come to his senses may make the headmaster feel remorseful and want to resign.

Coincidentally, as the person in charge of the Potion Department, Dharma Alex also didn't know about this matter because he stayed up late the day before yesterday to study.

I have to say that there are always inexplicable similarities between teachers and students.

Dumbledore took out his own wand, which was a wand he used to have.

After bowing and saluting, that was the beginning of the battle.

Two flames rose simultaneously.

Followed by.

The flames collided.

With the first strike, the isolated island of Nurmengard turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The golden flames converged into a giant dragon.

Dumbledore flicked his wand wildly.

The battle of the strongest wizard has officially started.

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