The noisy wind brings moist air.
That moisture turned to dryness as it passed John.
In the hands of this young man who is about to become king, a golden cup serves as a wine glass.
Seeing the golden cup, Dumbledore's eyes darkened.
There is no way out.
It’s all about choice.
"The great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." John walked over slowly. He put on the luxurious green wizard robes, and the silver ring on his finger was The alexandrite ring, the wine glass held in the palm of the hand.
The golden liquid was sloshing inside, and the liquid that was about to overflow would never be sloshed down.
The three reunited.
Old people and young people.
The three people from a hundred years ago reunited in this way a hundred years later.
It's a duel that lasts forever.
Dumbledore's eyes focused on the Holy Grail.
"I thought you destroyed it," Dumbledore said.
"I can recreate it." John handed the Holy Grail out just as he had done at the door of the Star Club, "Such a peerless wine is worthy of the end of a legend."
The same choice, drink or not drink.
Now Dumbledore has no choice.
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 too old to be killed by me."
"If this is what you want." Dumbledore compromised, and he took the treasure that so many people were flocking to.
A Hufflepuff treasure that was once one of the four founders of Hogwarts.
This cup embodies the friendship of the four giants, and it was also Wang's first miracle.
Drink it.
That means that the two will complete a fight to the death.
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.
As for Dumbledore, he wanted to be John Wick.
The golden liquid touched the old man's lips.
Throat rolls.
The liquid in the cup flows into your 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 demonstrated in Dumbledore.
The wrinkled face gradually faded away like a facelift.
The beard gradually becomes shorter and the white hair turns red.
He has become younger.
He raised his right hand, and his old palm turned young again.
The originally black fingers returned to normal with the help of the strongest potion.
Unprecedented pleasure.
Dumbledore could feel how excited he was when the magic accumulated over the years appeared in a young body.
Those magic powers are wreaking havoc on this body.
Dumbledore.
Now he is truly the greatest wizard and the most powerful wizard. ..
Returning to his prime, Dumbledore took off his glasses.
The half-moon glasses that had been with him for many years were no longer needed.
Grindelwald looked at this face and 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 wizard is never just talk.
Dumbledore handed the Holy Grail back, and John took it casually.
"Bring your wand, Dumbledore."
He turned and left, "I said, I will be in the spotlight."
The vast battle of change,
It needs to be staged on a meaningful enough battlefield.
that place.
Right in Nurmengard.
...
The tower that should have been destroyed once again restrained Grindelwald.
Dumbledore is here.
He was alone, and Grindelwald did not come, or in other words, the Dark Lord, who had been crazy all his life, suddenly began to be afraid.
That field of withered roses was once filled with the same red 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 the space, and John stepped out of the opened passage.
He and Dumbledore looked at each other from afar.
"I have found enough audiences 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 held the telescope in his hand.
This is an adventure that can serve as the brain that needs insight into everything he must come to.
No surveillance image is more accurate than what you can see intuitively.
"John Wick, if it were you, maybe we should be friends." Mycroft whispered in his heart.
This young man, whom he had only met three times, would give Mycroft a new feeling every time.
"Assess this battle. How many people do we need to bring down these wizards?"
Mycroft gave instructions to the members of Section 7 on the side.
These former top agents are now very energetic.
If nothing unexpected happens, this duel will determine the future strategic direction of Britain.
...
"Is that Dumbledore?"
Lucius looked uncertainly at the much younger man, who had none of Dumbledore's white hair and long beard.
The youthful appearance was something Lucius had never seen before when he was in school.
"It's him." Old Gower's father, now the head of the Gower family, spoke.
He recognized this man and was honored that he had seen Professor Dumbledore like this before when he was a student at Hogwarts.
That was so young, a centenarian turned into a young man in his forties or fifties.
"How did he do it?" The Bulgarian Minister of Magic on the side was confused.
The International Federation of Wizards is also here.
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 cannot defeat the first king, then he, the second king, can only continue to become the second king.
Power is a prerequisite for a king.
"The Holy Grail." Ludwig, the owner of the castle, said, "Rejuvenation."
They seemed to have subconsciously forgotten about the Holy Grail that was destroyed in public.
When John was not strong enough, he destroyed the Holy Grail in front of everyone and put an end to all thoughts of coveting the Holy Grail.
But they forgot that John made that thing.
And what is needed has always been in John's hands.
Recreating the Holy Grail is not impossible for John, who no longer needs to hide.
When you are weak, the treasure you carry will become the source of your death.
When you are strong, the treasures you carry become symbols of your greatness.
At this moment, the miracle displayed by John will not be coveted.
They would only sigh with emotion at the king's courage and greatness.
Compared to the old Dumbledore, the young Dumbledore is stronger and has more experience and magic power.
The most deserving wizard appears.
The person challenging him is already in place.
"This stage,
Are you still satisfied? "John held the Elder Wand in his hand, and he could feel the magic power of this wand.
Dumbledore looked at the Castle in the Sky, "Is that your masterpiece?"
"No," John shook his head and said, "That's the work of the Alchemy Department."
"You waste too much, Dumbledore."
The first king.
Sitting on the altar guarding power.
The world is not guided.
The arrogance of wizards and the sluggish education have wasted many opportunities and time that could make wizards stronger.
"The world is getting better." John raised his wand and bowed slightly.
This is dueling etiquette.
"Oh, this is what I taught him!"
Lockhart shook the hand of the man next to him, pride written all over his face.
The people around him looked unbelieving.
The authenticity of this statement is very doubtful.
In fact, Lockhart, as the person who founded the dueling club, it is okay for him, Snape, and Voldemort to each occupy this teaching result.
Not far away from him, Rita Skeeter controlled the quill next to her to record.
She planned to go back and publish a newspaper to let this ignorant Lockhart understand that he should not speak nonsense.
"The picture is ready."
Rita told the team she brought with her: "Every scene must be transmitted."
The principals of various magic schools are also very nervous.
Madame Maxime clutched her handkerchief. She was here to support John.
Among the principals, only Slughorn was absent.
Probably because he was already drunk with mead when he was invited.
When Slughorn sobers up, it may make the principal regretful and want to resign.
Coincidentally, as the head of the Potions Department, Damo Alex also didn't know about this because he stayed up late the day before yesterday to research.
I have to say that there are always some inexplicable similarities between teachers and students.
Dumbledore took out his wand, which was his old wand.
After bowing and saluting, the battle begins.
Two flames rose at the same time.
Immediately afterwards.
Flames clash.
With the first blow, the isolated island of Nurmengard turned into a sea of fire.
The golden flames gathered into a giant dragon.
Dumbledore waved his wand widely.
The battle of the strongest wizards has officially begun.
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