I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"The weather has changed?"

Lucius looked up.

Today was a rare good day, but after just a few seconds, it became dark.

Muggles in the distance also noticed this scene.

"What's the matter?" The technician slapped the flashing instrument and asked in surprise, "There should be no thunderstorm today."

Muggles have mastered snooping on the weather.

But today, this technology has failed, and suddenly changed its face.

"There is interference!" The technician looked serious, "It is a strong energy fluctuation, which is interfering with all the instruments."

Sweat dripped from his face, trying to restore it through his own technique.

"It's not good, all the instruments on the ship have failed."

"Why is that?"

The group of top agents panicked.

They're in the middle of the ocean, and equipment failure means they've lost power.

If no one comes to rescue them, they are likely to be trapped here to death.

Contrasted with their panic, Mycroft raised his head silently.

On that huge dark cloud, billowing lightning flashed across the sky.

Electromagnetic interference is the cause of instrument failure.

They consider themselves to be the masters, but in the face of this ability to manipulate nature, they have become as powerless as the era when they drank blood.

The sky was sunken in the middle of the condensed cloud.

Followed by.

Huge albatrosses entangled with thunder and lightning descended from the sky like gods.

John raised the Elder Wand and laughed.

"It's my turn, Dumbledore."

As a gift in return for being nearly killed, John spread his wings.

The lightning wrapped around his body, condensed into a beam of light that pierced the darkness, and fell from the sky.

Under the high temperature, thunder and lightning are indestructible.

Dumbledore erected the barrier and was hit by the Thunderbolt.

Electromagnetically active.

Centered on Nurmengard.

This electromagnetic anomaly spreads out.

City residents by the sea, at this moment, the power was cut off.

Even the huge facilities that were running stopped.

next moment.

The violent wind surpassed the previous one, and Nurmengard spread a huge wave outward.

As the waves went away, the waves had become ten meters in size.

"Everyone hold on tight!"

The good agent roared and ran to Mycroft.

The huge wave rushed towards them, causing the front of the cruise ship to tilt.

The existence of wizards made these Muggles fearful.

Fortunately, this cruise ship has sufficient weight and stability. Although it almost fell over, it was strong enough not to bury everyone.

"This blow, is it possible for a wizard to do it?"

Not to mention Muggles, even wizards are affected.

This power made everyone dumbfounded.

As wizards they know wizards better than Muggles.

So they are more confused.

Both are wizards, why is there such a big gap?

They have no answers, and no one has.

Because these are not two people who can appear in an era.

Times make everything.

Great power made them fear their king even more.

Ludwig's expression changed drastically, he lost his composure and rushed into the castle to the fireplace.

"Back the castle!"

He saw the ashes of the flames beneath the albatross.

Dumbledore was about to fight back.

On command, the castle retreated.

Some people are very dissatisfied, they haven't read it yet.

But after a while, they will be thankful that Ludwig saved them all.

...

John's wand kept pulling the lightning down from the sky.

The albatross lay on top of Dumbledore like a hen on an egg.

John's heart beat wildly.

The albatross, which was as stable as Mount Tai, went underground, and the flames turned into a red pillar of fire, rushing to the sky.

Vulcan cleared the way and appeared again.

The difference is that this time Dumbledore's wand was billowing white smoke, and it was lifted up vigorously.

Contact with lightning, those flames burn all the way up.

Finally, it exploded in the sky and turned into a field of fire that burned the sky red.

Nurmengard was surrounded again, and Dumbledore opened his arms.

His body was supported to go up.

flight.

Once upon a time, this was Voldemort's signature ability.

But now, the two people present looked at each other in a posture of emptiness.

Dumbledore stroked his nose with a hand.

A click.

The nose that was broken by a punch was repaired at this moment.

This means that he has let go of what he once had.

John chuckled, "I'm looking forward to it more and more."

The sword in the right hand was raised, and the silver ring quickly spread to the entire arm.

"Plenty of magic power, let me see some." Dumbledore looked at John, "Do you want to continue, John?"

"of course."

John showed the gemstone on the back of his hand and said with a smile, "I can't wait, Albus."

"I once shook hands with death, and death is just a journey for me."

Go all out.

During the battle, the two became more and more aware that for each other, the important things were different.

It was rare for Dumbledore to give up a tirade.

The two stood facing each other, waving their wands at the same time.

Red meets white.

Lightning triggers a chain of reactions.

Dumbledore's flames surrounded John, and a golden Mobius ring lit up around John, keeping everything out.

The disappearing sight, the pulling magic.

John let go of Silver Wick's sword and raised his hand to grab the Resurrection Stone.

An invisible wave was transmitted.

Dumbledore noticed, but it was too late.

When he stepped down from the altar, people felt fear.

His eyes were clouded by a layer of gray, but his wand still kept outputting.

The white smoke is the magic wand burning itself to support the decisive battle of the master.

"I am a fire dragon."

The Sword of Silver Wick exploded with golden flames covering the sword body, turned into a fire dragon, broke through the flames, and breathed out the dragon's breath at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's wand suddenly turned, and the magic that affected the two of them bounced the dragon away.

"Wand Protector?" John immediately guessed the reason.

As expected of Dumbledore, even the wand is devoted to him.

"There is no pain in sinking, Dumbledore."

John flicked his wand sharply.

The stalemate between the red and white touches was instantly broken.

A white ball lights up on the wand, and John throws out the blow that has been fully charged.

The god who stepped down from the altar must be ready to bear all this.

Grabbing his right hand in the void, the Sword of Silver Wick appeared in his hand again.

John spread his wings behind his back, and his golden wings broke through the flames in the sea of ​​flames that separated him.

His sword has arrived.

Dumbledore's pupils kept trembling, and at the moment when the white light came, his eyes became clear again.

He used the fastest speed to construct the layers of protection covering his body.

But the hasty response, before the shattering curse swung with all its strength, it still lost its effect.

Fortunately, at the moment of resistance, Dumbledore used Apparition.

The moment he disappeared, the protective spell lost its effect.

In that white light, a little cold light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, flames burnt across the blade of the sword with ten trials, magnificent and stunning.

Everything plays extremely slowly.

In Dumbledore's eyes, the blade was getting closer little by little.

Before he completed his apparation, the sword had already cut through the wizard's robe.

Ice cold, followed by scalding hot.

The coldness comes from the sword.

The heat comes from the accompanying flame.

The god who stepped down from the altar welcomes his godslayer.

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