Sky Castle.
Everyone looked at the place that had completely changed the landscape with lingering fear.
The duel between the strongest wizards allowed them to clearly see the differences between them.
What was Old Goyle thinking about? Old Crabbe, who was pouting as he walked, asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
"I'm thinking..." Old Gore looked at the wizards around him and said wisely, "If we were attacked at this time, would it be like the time in Bhutan?"
That time in Bhutan?
Muggle weapons attacked the entire high-level wizarding world, which directly led to the almost destruction of the wizarding world.
It took Old Crabbe a few seconds to comprehend the meaning, and he looked around.
Ancient Alliance.
International Confederation of Wizards.
The principal of the magic school.
There are also many wizards with important positions.
"It makes sense." He nodded with deep understanding, "Then we will be completely dead."
Old Gore said proudly: "Look, that's what I said."
Lucius was very speechless about the two younger brothers beside him. What was wrong with discussing this?
Wizard hell joke?
...
The flames burned.
The golden and red flames were entangled, separated and devoured each other.
The tip of John's sword pierced Dumbledore's chest, and a drop of blood slipped from the tip of the sword.
The drop of red blood fell heavily in the air, shattered into pieces, and was absorbed by the soil.
It turned into wisps of blood that penetrated the soil, struggling to reach the bottom along the dry land.
In the lower layer of the earth, the remaining rose seeds lie quietly.
The bloodshot that struggled in carefully touched the seed.
Feeling the moisture from life, the seeds are reborn. Read the book
John glanced at his chest, a hole that had been penetrated, telling the story of the danger just now.
The silver phoenix lay across the gap between him and Dumbledore.
The Sword of Silver Wick did not completely enter Dumbledore's body because of this move.
Dumbledore also looked at his wand in disbelief. Almost subconsciously, he used a magic that caused John to be hit.
He, who has always been a strategist, was forced to do this for the first time.
Even in the face of death, he could die calmly.
It's pressure.
The mutual pressure prevented him from thinking as clearly and calmly as before.
John recovered quickly and raised his sword, causing the silver phoenix to be completely cut open.
The wand is waved and sparks fly.
Dumbledore quickly pulled up the protective spell, but was still ejected.
The body falls from the sky to the ground.
Dumbledore used a shock-absorbing spell to save himself from falling to his death.
John slowly flapped his wings and landed.
He stood twenty meters in front of Dumbledore and stretched out his hand to caress his wound.
The blood flowing out was mixed with gold.
The blood flowed out, as if going back in time, and quickly penetrated into the wound.
Next comes wound healing.
When Dumbledore saw this scene, he had a complicated expression, "It's amazing."
"If you want to say that I'm not human, I can accept it." John raised his eyebrows. Apart from his human shape, he basically didn't have much to do with people.
Raising his right hand, John looked at the thick blood on the tip of the sword.
"You don't look like that either."
His fingers smeared the blood on it.
Dumbledore looked down at the place where he was stabbed. The wound there could not heal.
The blood kept flowing, and his face quickly turned pale.
Even healing magic can't stop this.
It's not black magic, but it has an incurable effect.
The tip of John's sword hangs to the ground, faintly
Said: "You don't have a second chance."
"I ask you."
"Do you regret it?"
He stared at Dumbledore and asked, "Do you regret all this?"
Dumbledore shook his head, a look of kindness on his face that had lost his white beard.
"No, I will not."
He knew what John was talking about.
Do you regret seeing Hogwarts students doing something to you?
of course not.
Although Dumbledore was not good at education, he had the same love and care for his students.
"I would be proud of you, John." He smiled happily, "The confused principal can meet such outstanding students."
Gryffindor hopes John is a brave lion.
Grindelwald wanted John to be the king of the wizarding world.
Dumbledore hoped that John Wick would be John Wick.
You don’t have to be someone else, and you don’t have to be someone for anyone.
He's just John Wick.
The Slytherin who got into a fight when he entered school saw a student who wanted something in the Mirror of Erised.
John took a deep breath, his expression unspeakable.
His right hand was trembling slightly.
Why?
Because that was the person I once admired?
But why, his right hand is extremely stable.
It was so steady that it seemed to only weigh as much as the Elder Wand.
The thing that I have always wanted to have.
The power is in your hands.
His eyes darkened and he let go of his right hand.
The Sword of Silverwick penetrated the ground without any hindrance.
On the rose seed.
The reborn rose comes to an end as the sword tip approaches.
"My respects to you, Dumbledore."
John raised his wand and said somewhat distractedly: "Let us end this in the most direct and solemn way."
"I don't know if any of us will be unable to see the first dawn, but at this moment, the high respect for each other is the most dazzling."
Dumbledore smiled and said: "Of course, the John Wick of Slytherin, the John Wick of Hogwarts, the John Wick of the wizarding world, and..."
"John Wick."
The last time.
Let this ridiculous cause and wonderful showdown end with mutual respect.
One last spell of magic.
No need to hold back.
Because that is the greatest insult to a wizard.
At this moment, they just want the people they respect each other to feel their full respect.
Come on then!
Old First King, your glory once illuminated the magical world. You suffered pain, experienced separation, and the separation of loved ones.
"Expelliarus"
"Reducto"
There was no ferocious roar.
Yes, it was just the calm and firm gazes on their faces.
Red and white collide again.
On Nurmengard, a huge magic field is formed.
The world has no sound.
The wand in Dumbledore's hand was already overloaded, and white smoke billowed.
The Elder Wand has been sending messages to John.
It hopes to have a great life to achieve its honor.
Greedily absorbing magic power, like an insatiable sponge.
It is a symbol of strength, extremely loyal to its master, and extremely indifferent.
It protects the owner should the wand fall into the wrong hands.
And will leave decisively when the master fails.
It pursues the strong and serves the strong.
Strength is supreme, and the winner is king.
It tells John that it desires more victories.
The touch of red and white will eventually end.
After the magic realm was shattered, the energy released allowed the power that had stopped functioning in the coastal city to operate again.
A man falls down.
In the sky, three birds are flying.
Between black and white, a red phoenix screams.
Dumbledore fell.
The former first king, even with his young body, still couldn't resist the footsteps of the new king.
He will become the last old king in the era of the new king.
The war between three kings leaves only one king.
The strongest one!
The end of an era will usher in the beginning of a new era.
...
John walked towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore lay on the ground, his hair turning white rapidly.
After exceeding the limit, Dumbledore's magic was drained, and the experience gained through the Holy Grail ended.
John stayed next to Dumbledore, who had a smile on his face as he fell.
John raised his right hand and held it empty.
The sword that had touched the surface of the rose seed gradually became blurred.
In John's hands, the Sword of Silver Wick slowly appeared.
Lowering the tip of the sword, it touched Dumbledore.
John asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Dumbledore's breathing rose and fell, and his skin was pierced by the tip of the sword.
He looked at the sky, and the dark clouds gradually dispersed.
A wisp of late dusk entered his eyes.
He looked at the destroyed Nurmengard.
In a daze, the tower looked just like the day he personally sent people into it.
"John, be yourself." Dumbledore smiled, "You are only 18 years old."
John looked at him silently.
The sword in his hand was raised.
Dumbledore closed his eyes in relief.
He already understood that all his efforts were not in vain.
He was also a martyr.
Waiting for that final moment.
I wonder what happened to Grindelwald.
The wind caressed my cheeks.
His re-opened nose made him smell a familiar smell.
But……
The wind of Godric's Hollow cannot reach him.
The sword dropped.
Dusk will eventually leave.
The cold silvery moonlight and the shed blood banish everything after dusk.
"Stay here, Dumbledore."
John's eyes were as calm as the moonlight shining into a clear lake.
His sword was slowly drawn out.
Lifting his head, he looked toward the sky where Dumbledore had been looking.
As dusk ended, some people saw the approaching dusk in the same sky.
What some people see is the bright and beautiful stars and moon under the night.
...
