Grindelwald touched the silver short blade with his left hand.
"Then come."
"Avada Kedavra"
The green light was mixed with silver light, and John's wand burst into white light and collided with it.
The next second, the silver short blade appeared in the magic.
Flying through the magic towards John's heart.
Just before it was about to touch, the flying knife slowed down infinitely in John's eyes.
Finally, it stopped in front of John's heart, and was grabbed by his hand and thrown out.
The flying knife penetrated Grindelwald's heart, interrupting his magic.
Then a red light hit Grindelwald's body.
The wand came out of his hand.
The Elder Wand drew circles one after another in the air.
Falling slowly.
When it was about to hit the ground, it was caught by one hand.
John looked at the wand in his hand and looked up at Grindelwald lying in a pool of blood.
The other wand has broken again.
When John picked up the Elder Wand, he could feel that the Elder Wand was calling him greedily.
As the winner, John walked towards Grindelwald and looked down at the old king.
He was forcing his body to turn sideways.
John stretched out his sword, and the tip of the sword, which shone with cold light, touched Grindelwald's chin.
"You are going to die, Grindelwald." There were black lines on John's face.
As John breathed, those lines gradually disappeared.
Grindelwald smiled, "No, it's us who want to die."
The intuition caused by avoiding it beats wildly.
John looked up to the sky, and saw a missile falling with its tail dragging fire.
…
Chapter 743 The holy fire cannot shake the dragon and becomes the king
Astoria was sitting in the library, sketching on the parchment carelessly.
Luna passed by her with the book in her arms and came back from her.
After going back and forth, Astoria finally found out.
"Luna?" Astoria looked at Luna who was holding the Snorlax.
Mainly because the Snorlax is too conspicuous every time he passes by.
The Horned Snorlax was basically the same size as a cow, but the strict Ms. Pince turned a blind eye to it.
Chewing the apple in his mouth, the juice fell on the small jar on the neck of the Bent-Horned Snorlax.
Luna, who was sleepwalking, blinked and said hello: "Hey, Atto."
"What are you doing?" Astoria asked the graduating senior, "What book is it?"
The Snorlax took out the fruit from the bag on his belly with his hands.
"Uh-" Luna drawled and said after thinking for a moment, "I want to see if the Star Society will appear."
Speaking of Star Club, Astoria hasn’t been in it for a while.
Malfoy is temporarily unavailable, and Astoria happens to be free as well.
She might as well go to the Star Club with Luna.
Nowadays, the Star Club wanders around the school at will. If you don’t go to the Stars Badge, you really can’t find it.
Luna invites Astoria to sit on the back of the Snorlax.
The original weight of one person became two, and the Bent-Horned Snorlax mooed in protest.
A strange creature carried two beautiful girls on its back, which became a very strange scene.
The students passing by couldn't help but turn their heads and look.
Astoria was a little embarrassed, but Luna seemed much more calm.
Sitting on the back of the curved-horned Snorlax, it was as soft as a sofa.
Even the bumpiness of walking up the stairs will not be transmitted to them.
In the portrait in the corridor, Sir Cadogan is wearing armor and holding a sword, shouting that he wants to deal with the big monster, the Snorlax, which makes the Snorlax very dissatisfied.
Go all the way to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.
The original site of Qunxing Club.
"Huh? Why is there no one here?" Luna blinked and looked at the open door of the administrator's office.
"Dumbledore is not here." Astoria also felt strange.
Since retiring, Dumbledore has been staying in the office to start his retirement career.
Occasionally, I can see the former principal in the auditorium.
Recently, Dumbledore would go to Hagrid's hut to study how to play Gobstone.
Sometimes you can see his beard stained with colored liquid.
In the office.
The window is open, and the coming storm blows the white curtains and dances.
An unfinished letter was pressed with a pen.
Ink dripped onto the parchment.
…
The old Heimdall was awakened.
This giant silver dragon opened its eyes that were filled with gray.
"What's the matter with calling me, Spear of Thunder Implementation."
The black dragon bowed his head respectfully, "Sage, I bring the king's instructions."
Heimdall's eyes widened slightly, and the blind old dragon shook his wings.
With a huge body of more than a hundred feet, even the thunder spear of the dragon elder seemed small in front of him.
"What orders does our king bring?"
The Spear of Thunder Implementation looked serious and said, "I don't know."
"..." Heimdall stood still.
Thunder Spear scratched his head, "I don't know what she is talking about."
"It's a girl brought by Amohan, a human who once appeared with the king."
Except for some particularly smart dragons, dragons rely more on guessing human language.
As a giant dragon that could speak human language, Heimdall asked the Thunder Spear to bring people over.
Outside the Dragon Country.
Daphne was surrounded by a group of dragons, and she was a little nervous.
Amohan raised his head and chest next to her, and the fireball dragon that had been rescued put his head close to Daphne.
With a burning breath in her breath, she said to Amohan: "I remember her. The last time she was doing the wizard's friendly ceremony with the king."
Those little dragons also grew to semi-adult size. The eight-foot little dragons wanted to get close to Daphne, but their mother pushed them away.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Immediately afterwards, a huge spear of thunder fell from the sky, and the wind blew made Daphne's hair fly.
The Spear of Thunder Implementation said a few words to Amohan. Amohan nodded, and then prostrated his head.
Her big eyes stared at Daphne.
Daphne hesitated and said, "You want me to sit on it?"
Amohan nodded.
Daphne looked at the eagerly looking dragons around her, and still chose to believe Amohan.
At least, there was still some friendship between one person and one dragon during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Sitting on Amohan’s back.
Amohan shook the extreme dragon's **** and slapped the little dragon away from the dragon's aunt.
She jumped up with all her strength and turned into a black arrow flying towards the Land of Dragons.
The Thunder Implementation Spear also took off.
The two dragons and one person soon arrived at the Dragon Country.
Heimdall was there quietly.
But the pressure brought by that body was greater than all the dragons below combined.
"Dear guest, are you here to bring the king's order?"
Daphne opened her mouth wide in surprise, a dragon was talking?
Is it an Animagus, like John?
"I am not a wizard." Heimdall seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and shook his head slightly. "As long as you survive long enough, even the wizard's language is not that difficult."
As a thousand-year-old dragon, it is no exaggeration to say that Heimdall is a living fossil.
Daphne calmed down, got off Amohan's back, bowed slightly and said, "John needs help."
"The dragon will help our king unconditionally." Heimdall brought himself closer to Daphne, his breath filled with chill, "Please tell us, our king."
"A war." Daphne said solemnly, "The magical world needs the help of dragons."
"Okay." Heimdall agreed.
Daphne was about to see what Heimdall was doing when she saw the old dragon stopped.
In those eyes, images are dancing.
explode.
Baptize that place.
That is the holy fire.
A test of wizards and magic.
…
Muggle weapons can produce a wide range of destruction.
The explosion carried impact and flames, destroying the island in the sea.
In the firelight, an isolated circle floated up and down.
Everything in front of me was shattered and restored.
"Excellent time magic, amazing." Grindelwald was lying in the circle, as comfortable as if he were on vacation in Hawaii, all he needed was a glass of whiskey.
John's body was exuding black energy at this moment, with gold and black surrounding him, and he raised his left hand flat.