Thousands of kilometres away, in the foggy Scottish Highlands. Huge tanks rushed through the muddy soil, numbering hundreds and thousands. The tanks were painted with the emblem of the Centaur King, followed by a large number of Muggle vehicles, huge trucks, and countless speeding motorcycles.

On the barrel of a huge tank at the head sat a man with a hissing voice and a shouting voice, his face was abnormally ruddy and crazy, pointing to the mist across the Black Lake with one hand, and the hordes of soldiers around him with the other, roaring with great desire and trembling:

"Why can those people use magic, why do they still have magic when we lose our magic, why can wizards with magic receive letters from Hogwarts when they are eleven years old, why do people never see the shadow of an owl in their lives!, you say, is this fair!?"

"It's not fair!!"

The squibs in the car and the squibs on the motorcycle shouted in unison.

"It's not fair!!"

"It's not fair!!"

"It's not fair!!"

"Why should house-elves be born to serve wizards!Why should they allow Muggle descendants to randomly appear among Muggle descendants!Why should those pure-blood nobles be on top!!Why should dragons be locked up underground in Gringotts!!Brothers!!Is this fair!!"

Accompanied by highly incendiary language, the elf flips over the body, shouting in a shrill voice as it flips.

"It's not fair! It's not fair!!"

The man on the barrel of the cannon thumped his chest, his heart was torn, and his face flushed and shouted: "Tell me, brothers, what is the source of the most inequality in this world!?"

"It's magic!!"

"It's magic!!"

"Magic!!"

"Magic!!"

They shouted in unison.

"Destroy the magic!"

"Destroy the magic!!"

"Destroy the magic!!"

"That's right, destroy the magic, it's now!!It's now!!"

On the barrel of the giant tank, the Muggle soldier with the microphone roared hoarse and feverish, and he knelt on the turret, tears welling up in his eyes. Unscrupulously blooming with youthful enthusiasm.

With his wild shouts, countless batteries opened fire violently.

On this day in 1945, the day the German Dark Wizards had just retreated, in the middle of the twentieth century, with the patronage of the wizarding Shadow Half-Human King, an unprecedented Squib Revolution unfolded in the wizarding world. Although the wizarding world has encountered many crises before, they have encountered giant wars, encountered goblin mutinies, encountered dark witch invasions, but no war has a more far-reaching impact than this war, and no war has threatened Hogwarts more directly and devastatingly than this war, compared to this fierce attack, the previous Hogwarts explosion was more like a prelude, a huge prelude to a change in the times and ideas. And on this day five years later, in the king's strategy, in the gods, and in the chaotic evolution of fate, the concert entered the climax stage.

The wizard with still magical powers rushed out of the dense forests of Hogsmeade on his horse and the Hippogriff, accompanied by countless magical creatures, and pounced on the huge phalanx of Squib soldiers!

With a merciless roar, countless Squib soldiers were torn throats, while more Squib soldiers frantically set up their machine guns and began to fire wildly at their former companions and magical creatures.

Magical creatures and Squib soldiers formed a sieve and fell from the sky. As soon as they landed, they were trampled into mud by the wizard's horses' hooves.

Led by a wizard on horseback, armed with a wand and a huge iron sword, and a magic shield, he laughed wildly and swung his blade in the midst of the cannon fire, blood splattering on his beard and cheeks, making him laugh.

In the sky, Muggle planes whizzed by, and cannonballs were thrown into the forest, turning horses and wizards on their backs. As the Squib soldiers sat in the plane and laughed, a huge dragon flew up from the dense forest, opening its mouth and spewing out billowing flames, which burned the Muggle planes flying in the sky.

Everything that used to be in the wizarding world is fading, those gentle veils, those warm routines, those interesting magic are completely gone at this moment. Like the rotation of the sun and the moon, the mild moon vanished, and the blinding hot sun shone in the noonmost sky. The wizards of the wizarding world turned into the craziest beasts, pulling out their sharpest fangs one by one, and stabbing at each other mercilessly.

And on the periphery of the war, in a certain camp, in that corner where madness and fighting cannot reach. A bespectacled, white-robed bearded old man was pacing in circles.

"Albus!!"

A wizard walked in with a curtain and shouted, "Aberforth, Aberforth has rushed out with fantastic beasts!"

Dumbledore covered his brow in pain, and he covered his nose with his long fingers, the twisted tip of his nose seemed to indicate his brother's innate temper.

"How many people did he take!?"

Albus asked aloud.

"Half of them!!Many Beauxbatons wizards were inspired by him and rushed out together, and we couldn't control them!!"

"Damn!!" Albus Dumbledore, who had always been mild-mannered, burst into foul language, "Damn!

Maxim, the wizard of Beauxbatons, who was sitting in the tent, stood up and said, "Albus, if your plan cannot be carried out, we can only send out the remaining wizards of Beauxbatons, with all due respect, at this time, we may only be able to use fierce medicine." Your medicine is too mild. ”

As soon as the words fell.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

Rumble!!

Rumble!!

Rumble!!

Cannonballs spewed fire into the castle round after round.

On the outskirts of the castle, in the camp of wizards, they have held up a huge shield charm over Hogwarts.

As the dust fell, Albus Dumbledore jerked around and asked the other fat wizard in the tent in a loud voice.

"Slughorn, haven't the Forgotten Elixir been configured yet?"

"The amount is just too big, not so fast, not so fast to hold on a little longer. The chubby walrus wizard nervously wiped his nose and dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

At that moment, a wizard walked in with a curtain and shouted, "Albus, our shield is running out!"

"Hold on a little longer!"

Albus said, looking at the boiling potion cauldron in front of him, turning around anxiously and asking, "Is there any news of Hoffa?"

"No," the wizard's eyes darkened as he entered.

"We're going to take care of the shields. ”

An extremely tall young witch stood up, it was none other than Orim of Beauxbatons, "He will definitely come back, Hofabach said he will come back to fight alongside us, he must not be the man who escaped!"

With that, she led a few of the wizards of Beauxbatons towards the outside of the camp.

No sooner had Olim left than the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and another wizard hurried in and shouted, "The wizard from Durmstrang is here!"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed, "Quick! Take me there!"

A group of people hurried to the side of the Black Lake, which was now covered with a huge shield.

Durmstrang's headmaster, Osiva Normanova, led a group of wizards to stand on the shore of the Black Lake under the shield, Ossivia looked at the huge transparent film above his head with a complicated face, and at this moment countless planes flew through the sky, constantly throwing bombs at the castle under the shield, and the bombs exploded on the shield, exploding wave after wave of ripples like water ripples.

Once upon a time, this was also protected by shields. Only this time, the boy in the shield center is nowhere to be seen, what is happening to him now?

Above the desert sky, the super-young Sylby held the magic blade of light and blocked Hoffa's heavy blow. His face squirmed, sometimes aging, sometimes young, and those green dots of light were pouring into him. Constantly maintaining his super-accelerated state to resist the terrifying time-stagnant power of Hofa.

Clang!

With a loud sound.

Hoffa and Sylby each took a dozen steps back in the air.

On the ground of Cairo, more and more people died in the green light, unable to even make a shout, clutching their throats, which quickly dried up, and turned into dried corpses in the wind, dying silently.

Surrounded by green light, Sylby said, "We can fight like this forever, there are still many cities in this world for us to consume." It's okay to let the existence of these wastes feed the battles of legendary wizards, and they will be proud, you say?"

Unlike the second year, Hoffa was no longer hysterical, he stopped the power of time in his retreat, and looked at Sylby quietly.

For a moment, Sylby on the opposite side was caught off guard, his arms dancing wildly in the air, which was the acceleration mechanism he used to hedge against Hoffa's time standstill, was working.

Hoffa raised his arm, and the thick dark clouds in the sky rolled in, and the rolling currents in the dense dark clouds continued to flicker and gather, and the energy fluctuations converged on Hoffa's fingertips, and the intense energy illuminated his arm into an almost transparent white, and the bones and blood vessels were delicate.

After dancing wildly for ten minutes, Sylby slowly stopped.

Just stopped.

Hoffa raised his hand and pointed.

Rumble!!!

A chain of lightning that had been condensed for ten minutes slammed into Sylbi's body, and in the dazzling white light, all the glass in Cairo was shattered by this earth-shattering loud noise.

Sylby chased after him with his back in the sky, and slammed into the pyramid of Khufu with black smoke, knocking the pyramid out of a huge crater with a radius of ten meters.

Hoffa flapped his wings and slowly fell from the sky, floating in front of the huge crater of the pyramid.

In just ten minutes, Sylby looked younger, a child only five or six years old, but at this moment the child had a stone hand on his head, and his whole body was blackened with electricity. He leaned against the middle of the crater, covered in the remnants of fluctuating current.

"Don't play dead, just go ahead. Hoffa said lightly.

The blackened Sylby slowly raised his head and opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a terrifying oppressive force that almost brought to a standstill in the clouds around him.

"Have you given up using the power of time?"

The childish version of Sylby whispered in disbelief, "You think you can't beat me without the power of time, just with Transfiguration and Thunderbird?"

Hoffa tilted his head and did not answer.

A hint of hideousness appeared on the child's face: "Looking for death!!"

He pointed at Hoffa with his backhand: "Summer Night Dragon Finger!"

The sky that had just been clear darkened for a moment, and the dark clouds were completely torn apart, revealing the transparent night sky behind it, and several stars in the night sky became strangely bright, they were linked to each other, forming a shape like a finger-raising dragon, and the planet connection contained terrifying killing intent fluctuations.

Hoffa didn't dare to slack off at all, the ghost walk and the thunderbird started at the same time, and climbed in a straight line for kilometers in the shadows in a second.

The dragon's finger in the universe synchronized with Sylbi's finger, the clouds in the sky completely dissipated, the ocean split in two under the power of this finger, the water droplets evaporated, the atmosphere melted, and a vacuum descended. The surging energy descends into the world under the control of unrivaled spiritual power.

But this energy has no form, not even the slightest sound.

But the birds that touched it in the sky turned to ashes in an instant, and the plane quietly disintegrated in the sky, and even the passengers in the cabin quietly turned into pieces in the night sky and dissipated into the world. With Silby's finger as the center of the circle, within a kilometer in diameter, everything along the way quietly turned into powder.

That night, astronomers observed the unexplained wonders of the universe from a telescope, and that night, the night sky was so clear. It was also that night that Hoffa felt so close to being out of his fate.

He climbed desperately, and finally flew into the thin vacuum the second after the ghost walk, where there was no magic, only a continuous stream of cosmic rays.

But the moment he walked away from the ghost, there was only a second. Sylby quietly appeared behind Hoffa at a height of 10,000 meters, grabbed Hoffa's pure gold wings, and stepped on his back. The spell spat out: "Demon Break!"

Hoffa was lightly stepped on.

His proud wings were torn off entirely, and the golden blood soared wildly. He shot wildly towards the ground like a cannonball, spanning a range of more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye, smashing from the top of the Pyramid of Khufu all the way to the bottom of the tower like a meteor, and crashing into the sand of the tomb with the fluctuations like an earthquake.

The dust was mad.

Hoffa lay on his back in a pile of mummified corpses, feeling his completely shattered spine and the sharp pain from the torn wing on his back, watching a scarab slowly crawl past the tip of his nose, expressionless.

In the sky, Sylby landed slowly, throwing Hoffa's bloody wings on the sand.

He had grown a few years older in just a few minutes, and the charred shell on his skin kept falling off, revealing the fair skin inside. He was also a little tired at the moment after using two super killer moves in a row, but this fatigue could not stop the irrepressible anger on his face.

"Do you think this can kill me? What an international joke!"

Sylby asked Hoffa in disbelief, "You still want to fight me while protecting those Muggles!?You look down on me!?Do you think the Centaur King is no match for you!?"

(End of chapter)