MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 753

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

The albatross rested on Dumbledore like a hen laying eggs.

John's heart was beating wildly.

Under the albatross, which was as stable as Mount Tai, the flames turned into red pillars of fire and rushed into the sky.

Vulcan Kaidao appeared again.

The difference is that this time Dumbledore's wand was lifted upwards with billowing white smoke.

When in 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 upward.

Flying.

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

Now, the two people present looked at each other in a void posture.

Dumbledore raised his hand and touched his nose.

There was 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 was.

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

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

"The abundant magic power allowed me to see something." Dumbledore looked at John, "Do you want to continue, John?"

"certainly."

John showed the gem on the back of his hand and smiled: "I can't wait any longer, Albus."

"I once shook hands with death. Death to me is just a journey."

Go all out.

During the battle, the two became more and more aware that what was important to each other was different.

It was rare for Dumbledore to give up his long speech.

The two stood opposite each other and waved their wands at the same time.

​Red and white touch.

Lightning triggers a series of reactions.

Dumbledore's flames surrounded John, and a golden Möbius strip lit up around John, blocking everything out.

The disappearing sight, the pulling magic.

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

An invisible wave spreads out.

Dumbledore noticed it, but it was too late.

When he stepped down from the altar, he was noticed to be afraid.

His eyes were shrouded in a layer of gray, but his wand still maintained output.

The white smoke is the magic wand burning itself to support its master in a decisive battle.

"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 dragon breath at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's wand suddenly turned around, affecting the magic of the two men and deflecting the fire dragon.

"Wand protector?" John immediately guessed the reason.

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

"There is no pain if you sink, Dumbledore."

John waved his wand suddenly.

The stalemate of red and white touch was instantly broken.

The white ball lit up on the wand, and John used a throwing method to throw out the charged blow.

Gods who step down from the altar must be prepared to bear all this.

He held his right hand in the air, and the Silver Wick sword appeared in his hand again.

The wings spread out behind John, and the golden wings broke through the flames in the sea of ​​​​fire.

His sword has arrived.

Dumbledore's pupils kept trembling, and the moment the white light came, his eyes returned to clarity.

He used the fastest speed to build the layers of protection surrounding his body.

But the hasty response still lost its effect before the crushing spell was swung with all its strength.

Fortunately, at that moment of resistance, Dumbledore used Disapparation.

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

In that white light, a bit of cold light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the flames burned through the sword body with the ten major trials, which was magnificent and stunning.

Everything moves extremely slowly.

In Dumbledore's eyes, the sword was getting closer and closer.

Before he could complete his apparation, the sword had already cut open the wizard's robe.

Cold, then scalding hot.

The coldness comes from the sword.

The heat comes from the accompanying flame.

The **** who stepped down from the altar welcomed his god-killer.

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Chapter 763 The end of an era, a new era

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 gap between them.

What was Old Gower thinking about? Old Crabbe, who was pouting as he walked, asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

"I was 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.

Old Crabbe took a few seconds to understand the meaning, and he looked around.

The ancient alliance.

International Confederation of Wizards.

The principal of the magic school.

There are also many wizards with important positions.

"That makes sense." He nodded with deep understanding, "That way we would be completely dead."

Old Gore said proudly: "Look, that's what I said."

Lucius was very speechless towards the two younger brothers beside him. What was wrong with discussing? Let's discuss this.

Wizard Hell Joke?

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The flame is burning.

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 on 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 penetrating the soil, struggling along the dry land to reach the bottom.

In the lower layer of the earth, the remaining rose seeds are quietly there.

The bloodshot that struggled in, carefully touched the seed.

Feeling the moisture from life, the seeds are reborn.

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 himself and Dumbledore.

Because of this move, Silver Wick's Sword did not completely enter Dumbledore's body.

Dumbledore also looked at his wand in disbelief. Almost subconsciously, he used a magic to cause 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 can 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 waved and sparks bloomed.

Dumbledore quickly pulled up the protective spell, but was still ejected.

The body fell from the sky to the ground.

Dumbledore used a shock-absorbing spell to save himself from falling to 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, quickly drilling into the wound.

Next comes wound healing.

When Dumbledore saw this scene, he had a complicated expression, "It's amazing."

"You want to say that I don't look like a human being, but I can accept it." John raised his eyebrows. Apart from being a human being, he basically doesn't have much to do with people.

Raising his right hand, John looked at the thick blood on the tip of the sword.

"It doesn't look like you either."

He wiped the blood on it with his fingers.

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.