Sou!

The wooden clone put his hands down, and the short stick and scythe on the ground fell into his hand, and instantly appeared in front of Ares, and before he could get up, the short stick in his right hand stabbed into his body, piercing his chest, and the sharp scythe in his left hand slashed through Ares's neck. 、ybdu、

Ares slowly raised his head, but before he could get up, he felt a flower in front of him and lost consciousness.

Poof!

A skull rose into the sky, and a stream of blood spurted out of Ares's neck, raining blood in midair. The wooden clone stood quietly in front of Ares, his upper body and white hair dyed red with blood, like Shura in a sea of blood.

Smack!

Ares' head fell to the ground, his body twitching slightly, and he still held the sword of the god of war in his hand.

The wooden clone raised his head and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, silent, maybe one day, he would end up like this, but as long as there are no regrets, although he dies, he is still glorious.

The black flames devoured Ares's body, losing the support of his divine power, and Ares's body gradually decayed and turned into ashes.

A figure suddenly appeared behind the wooden clone, wearing a long black trench coat and a black top hat, covering half of his face, and a strand of white hair on each sideburn.

"You're late!" The wooden clone turned around and looked at Madara calmly.

"It's not very good, no one will rob you." Madara laughed.

"Humph! Looks like you didn't go to Olympus! The wooden clone stretched out his hand, and the sword of the god of war on the ground fell into his hand.

The eternal kaleidoscope in the eyes of the wooden clone turned, extinguishing the flames of Amaterasu around him.

"Another artifact?" Madara asked curiously.

"I killed Ares, the god of war, and this is his artifact. It is said to cut everything! With a wave of his hand, the sword of the god of war in his hand slashed through the rocks with ease, like slicing tofu. There is not a single barrier.

Thundered!

The rock tilted suddenly, slowly scratched down, and with a bang, it smashed into the ground, and the flat cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"Not bad! What is the name of this sword? Spotted raised eyebrows.

"God of War!" The wooden clone glanced at the black ash on the ground and whispered.

"Hades' scythe is broken!" Madara stared at the broken scythe in the left hand of the wooden clone, and the scythe appeared in his hand. With a whoosh, the other half of the Hades scythe stuck in the rock also flew into his hand.

"Isn't it okay to forge weapons from the spear of Longias! It seems that it is time to change the material. Madara held the scythe together, staring at the break in the middle. This weapon accompanied him in several battles, and apart from the katana, only the sickle was the most handy.

"Edelman Metal!" The wood clone naturally knew what Madara was thinking.

"yes!" The space in front of Madara distorted, and a transparent vortex sucked the Scythe of Immortal in.

"It's yours. I'm a little tired. The wooden clone tossed the Sword of the God of War to Madara. Turns into a stick of wood and burrows into Madara's body.

Madara holds the sword of the god of war and closes his eyes to feel the memories of the wooden clone.

"When will I be sentimental too!" Madara opened his eyes, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Madara glanced at the golden spear on the ground, stretched out his hand, felt it, and threw it away, his eyes passing through a trace of mist. Gazing at a high mountain in the distance, it disappeared in an instant.

Dozens of feet high cliff edge. Madara's figure suddenly took off his black top hat on the edge of the cliff, and retracted the Shenwei space, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his black trench coat whirring.

"Life is a dream, why do you want to do so much! Aren't you happy now compared to the days of hardship in the past? Madara clenched the sword of the god of war in his hand, and the blue chakra burned around him, and he jumped down, and the sword of the god of war in his hand burst out with dazzling light, like a silver match.

The sword of the god of war slashed across the mountain wall without a sound, cutting through the rock with ease.

Thundered!

The top of the steep cliff suddenly broke and fell at a rapid speed, and with a bang, the huge rock smashed into the valley bottom, setting off a wave of air and countless debris splashed.

Sou!

Madara landed lightly on a rock, the sword of the god of war in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and he stared up at the fiery clouds in the sky.

"What beautiful clouds! Standing at the bottom of the valley to see another scene, what the future is like with it, this moment is enough to have no regrets. His face drooped and he disappeared into the valley in an instant.

If there is no road, go out of your own way. If someone stands in the way, fight your way out. Now he is not a cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, and he has the capital to resist.

Hogwarts returned to normal, and the students walked out of the basement classroom in shock, talking about what had happened.

Hermione walked alone towards Madara's bedroom, although Madara left, but the wooden clone had already unlocked the seal on the bedroom, and this became her new dormitory, she clearly remembered that when she went back to get her luggage, her roommates had flies on their faces.

Harry and Ron were walking together, discussing things, when Harry suddenly saw Hermione in front of him, and was about to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"Don't talk to her! So as not to get into any trouble. Ron whispered.

Harry was silent, now there was no one in the school who didn't know about Madara and Hermione, and no one was talking to Hermione, they were like two worlds.

After all, there was Madara Uchiha standing behind her, and according to rumors, it was someone Dumbledore would not dare to offend.

Although Hermione chose to stay at Hogwarts, the price she paid was to be isolated by the entire student body, and even the professor kept Hermione away.

Misunderstandings are like that, and if you can't get rid of them, it can change the trajectory of your life. You don't care about it, you can still live happily.

Headmaster's Office of Hogwarts.

The four deans stood in the room, silently looking at Dumbledore behind the table.

Albus ...... It's time for him to leave! McGonagall broke the silence and whispered.

"This is a school, not a battlefield." Flitwick sighed lightly, he didn't have a problem with Madara, if it was a general matter, he wouldn't have an opinion, but Madara messed with things too much.

If Madara doesn't leave, Hogwarts will never be at peace.

"Dumbledore, I agree with the two Headmasters." Hufflepuff Dean Sprout, who had not spoken much, also spoke.

Only Snape did not speak, and he knew in his heart that Dumbledore could not let Ban go, these people were just wishful thinking.

Now, even if Dumbledore wanted Madara to leave, he couldn't.

Dumbledore was silent, his eyes flickering on and off after the half-moon.

"Albus, the professors at Hogwarts are responsible for imparting knowledge and keeping students safe, not ruthless. Even if Madara Uchiha is our professor, it doesn't mean that he can do whatever he wants. McGonagall said firmly.

"That's what you all think?" Dumbledore's gaze calmly glanced at the four deans.

The three of them nodded. Snape glanced at Dumbledore and said slowly, "I support your opinion!" ”

"Snape!" McGonagall exclaimed. (To be continued......)