Magic is spiritual.

The emotions of a wizard represent the power of magic.

The once formidable Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle once experimented with it himself.

There is no generalization between people, and once he was killed by a magic bounce under Lily Potter's extreme love.

You know, it's the Dark Lord, and he's the most proficient in the Curse.

Under his own defenseless attack at such close range, he was unexpectedly bounced to death by the magic of a witch who had just graduated from school.

It can be seen that magic does not necessarily grow with age.

Dumbledore used to say that love is the greatest.

Love can be seen as a magical force.

The terrible nature of the Curse is that it carries malice and killing, and the deepening of evil thoughts can increase the power of the Curse.

The three unforgivable mantras all rely on human emotions as sustenance, and the power they can exert is also different.

Idealistic magic has an advantage over materialistic technology.

That is, their limits are not the same.

In a joyous atmosphere, an untimely explosion swept in.

No one will be able to survive here...... Is it?

The wizards were silent, and they closed their eyes.

The flames and impact of the explosion can destroy everything in an instant.

A mushroom cloud rises from the island.

The aftermath of the sweep evaporates the water vapor from the surface of the sea.

"Is it over?"

When a wizard finished speaking, he was stunned to find that he could still speak.

Not only him, but the wizards were at a loss.

The wizards gathered, I don't know why.

They could feel the impending death.

But why?

Death didn't come?

Fleur saw a little golden fluorescence.

She stretched out her hand, and the fluorescence fell on the palm of her hand, warm.

Looking up, she saw it.

Why the wizard is safe and sound.

A pair of huge wings that envelop all wizards.

The surviving wizards are also discovering one after another.

The master of those wings.

is their king.

The golden dragon's body protected the wizard from the devastating explosion.

Everything outside was ruined.

The dragon slowly shrunk its body, its white hair fluttering, and the dense and hideous scars on its body were rapidly repairing.

His blood was dripping.

It wasn't like human blood.

Red and gold merge, and the blood is full of sacredness.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, the blood flowed backwards into John's body.

Pure magic, miracles guarded them.

"John." Daphne came over at once.

Her footsteps stopped as John raised his hand.

"Stop there, Daphne." John opened his eyes, and his eyes were golden vertical pupils.

John in a state of light, with a dazzling light on his body.

He is absorbing the harmful substances that remain after the explosion.

The light of his element, capable of holding everything.

Those things are absorbed and pulled by him.

All kinds of radiation attached to John.

The dragon's skin made him fearless of the heat, and his massive body counteracted the impact.

The Corridor of Infinite Repair regrouped his shattered body.

Repeating this process over and over again, he managed to survive this devastating attack.

Under his protection, this miracle was born.

He is the only one who can do it.

The castle in the sky was almost shattered, but the fireplace with a flame in the middle was never extinguished.

The end has come.

The dragons emerge from the sea.

Who would have thought that dragons would also have a day of swimming in the sea.

As a result of the explosion, the traces of the Muggle-wizard war seemed to be erased.

This is their method of destroying sin.

The wizard's elusive abilities have been taught by the President of the United States.

Apparently they don't want to try a second time.

The so-called magic crystal mine, the magic crystals of those purple *** people, are being quickly drained away under John's body recovery.

The sorcerer was cautious, afraid of disturbing the king's recovery.

Finally absorbing all the radiation, John exhaled a breath of heat that had withered the flowers and plants.

He opened his eyes and saw the careful-looking wizards.

He smiled.

"I think it's time for us to go home."

He snapped his fingers, and the ghost ships on the ocean appeared one after another.

Mr. Lucius and Mr. Greengrass, who were above, breathed a sigh of relief.

The ghost ship landed, and everyone waved their hands and cheered to welcome their compatriots.

Even those who once had a grudge will be gone after this war.

War is a good forging platform, and in the beating of the flame, a more pure and firm heart is born.

The chaotic magical world of the past was cleaned up of impurities under the hammer this time.

Each of the living wizards will be legends of the wizarding world.

They will be the workhorses of the future.

This war represents a demonstration by wizards to Muggles.

John didn't move, he was watching his people come aboard.

"You're not leaving?" Percy stood beside John.

"I still need to do something." John's hair turned black, and he said in a flat tone, "Somebody needs to tell the outside that we're not dead."

The wizards who survived the explosion, John thought, had to know before they could sleep well.

Percy muttered, "Do you need me?"

"Yes," John nodded, "go and say hello to Penelope for me, I hope this wedding will be as fun as the last one."

After John finished speaking, Percy coughed dryly.

"Absolutely."

"Because we can help our dear brother."

The Weasley twins appeared, and they always brought laughter to people at any given time.

"You went to war behind your mother's back," Percy said with a dark face, "and you're going to try her horror."

Fred shrugged, "I can't imagine how proud she would be of us."

"Just like us," George said with a smile as he looked at his brother, who had been talked about by himself, "and we are proud of you."

Fred nodded as he did.

At this moment, the former incomprehension and slander disappeared.

As Minister of Magic, a child of the Weasleys.

Percy told his family, Percy Weasley, of Gryffindor, that he was doing the right thing.

The Weasleys would be proud of this smart, brave Minister of Magic.

The family disagreement disappeared without a trace.

Percy was carried away by one of the twins with one arm on his shoulder.

They felt that the meritorious man should be given this treatment.

Heinrich walked over with Kim in his arms.

Kim, who was obviously injured in the arm, sighed, like a weak girl, and leaned his tall body against Heinrich.

It is rare that Heinrich did not directly push people away.

"What do we need to do, king." Heinrich stood at the back of Johan's left.

"Take care of your wounds," John wondered, glancing at Kim's half-dead appearance, "Didn't you hurt your arm?"

"You don't understand," Kim said a little closer, half a head taller and weaker, "It's an internal injury, you."

It's not an Oriental, you won't understand."

John: "......"

Ludwig: "......"

I wanted to care about my son, but when he saw that person like a big golden retriever, he didn't want to go over again.

Gresham, who was next to him, stared at the self-healing Sky Castle and said thoughtfully, "Is this a permanent repair charm?"

Seeing Ludwig leave, he hurried after him, "You haven't told me how your castle came to be like this."

Mr. Greengrass greeted his daughter with a smile on his face, and saw Daphne turn the corner to look for John.

He opened his arms and his smile froze there.

"John, are you alright?" Daphne asked worriedly, "You're hurt, aren't you?"

The girl's mind is delicate.

John subconsciously glanced at the Elder Wand, shook his head, and said, "It's not serious."

"Thank you, Daphne, for bringing the dragon here."

"That's your order." Daphne was still worried.

Eventually, she got on board, because John had to do another thing, and the island would cease to exist.

It's time for Muggles to know that the scared are going to rotate.

Ignorance and weakness are not obstacles to survival,

Arrogance is.

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