The noisy wind brings moist air.

As it passed John, the wetness turned dry.

In the hands of the young man who was about to become king, a golden cup served as a wine glass.

Seeing the golden cup, Dumbledore's eyes darkened.

There is no way back.

It's all about choice.

"The Great Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore." John walked slowly, changing into his sumptuous green wizard's robes, silver and emerald rings on his fingers, and grasping the goblet in his hand.

The golden liquid shook inside, and the liquid that was about to overflow was never shaken off.

The trio reunite.

Old and young.

The three of them a hundred years ago are reunited in this way a hundred years later.

It's a duel between the past and the present.

Dumbledore's gaze was fixed on the chalice.

"I thought you destroyed it." Dumbledore said.

"I can recreate it." John handed out the Holy Grail as if he had been at the door of the Star Society, "Such a peerless wine is worthy of a legendary ending."

The same choice, to drink or not to drink.

Now Dumbledore has no choice.

Those who are strong enough are qualified to stand on the same battlefield as the king.

John stared at Dumbledore, "Drink it, use your prime."

"You, you, are old, and you don't have the qualifications to let me kill."

"If that's what you want." Dumbledore compromised, and he took the treasure that so many people coveted.

A Hufflepuff artifact once one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

On this cup, the friendship of the Big Four is condensed, and it was once the first miracle of the king.

Drink it.

That means the two will complete a fight to the death.

It's a duel with the goal of killing each other.

Dumbledore, too, was drawn into the ranks of the martyrs.

The difference is that Grindelwald wants to use martyrdom to create a king of the all-magical world.

And Dumbledore, he hopes to make John Wick.

The golden liquid touched the old man's lips.

Throat rolling.

The liquid in the cup flows into the mouth.

It was a strange smell, a bit like the smell of blood.

Perhaps the Holy Grail is the blood of God.

The ability to rejuvenate was demonstrated in Dumbledore's body.

The wrinkled face faded like a facelift.

The beard gradually becomes shorter, and the white hair turns red.

He's getting younger.

He raised his right hand, and the old palm turned back to young at this moment.

The fingers that were originally black also turned back to normal with the help of the strongest potion.

It's been more enjoyable than ever.

Dumbledore could feel the excitement of the magic he had accumulated over the years when it appeared in a young body.

Those magic forces are working miracles for this body.

Dumbledore.

Now he is the truly greatest wizard and the most powerful wizard.

Back to his prime, Dumbledore took off his glasses.

The half-moon-shaped glasses that had accompanied him for many years were no longer needed at the moment.

Grindelwald looked at the face, not knowing whether to rejoice or grieve.

The magic that was close to level 8 was as vigorous and active as a burning torch in front of John.

The greatest wizards are never just words.

Dumbledore handed the chalice back, and John took it.

"Take your wand, Dumbledore."

He turned away, "I said I would be in everyone's eyes."

The Great Battle of Change,

It needs to be staged on a battlefield that makes sense enough.

That place.

Right here in Nümongaard.

...

The tower, which should have been destroyed, once again bound Grindelwald.

Dumbledore is here.

He was alone, Grindelwald didn't come, or rather, the Dark Lord, who had been crazy all his life, suddenly began to be afraid.

The withered rose field was once the same red as Dumbledore's.

When Dumbledore saw the flowers, he wanted to know how lonely Grindelwald was under that tower.

The golden vertical line in front of him cut through the space, and in the open passage, John stepped out.

He and Dumbledore were far away.

"I've got enough of an audience for this fight." John's tone was calm.

In the sky, a castle hangs.

Above the castle are the ancient families, as well as with the Ministry of Magic.

In the distance, a cruise ship appeared far enough away.

Mycroft has a telescope in his hand.

It's an adventure, but as a brain that needs to see everything, he must come.

No surveillance image is more accurate than what is intuitively seen.

"John Wick, if it were you, maybe we should be friends." Mycroft whispered in his heart.

The young man, whom he had only met three times, gave Mycroft a new feeling each time.

"Assess how many people we need in this battle to bring these wizards down."

Mycroft gave orders to the seven members of the Section.

These former top agents are now all mental.

If nothing else, this duel will be related to the strategic direction of Britain in the future.

...

"Is that Dumbledore?"

Lucius looked uncertainly at the man, who was too much younger, completely devoid of Dumbledore's gray hair and long beard.

A young appearance that Lucius had never seen in school.

"It's him." Old Gower's father, and now the head of the Gower family has spoken.

He knew this man, and he was honored to see such a Professor Dumbledore when he was attending Hogwarts before.

That's so young, a hundred-year-old man becomes a forty or fifty-year-old guy.

"How did he do it?" The Bulgarian Minister of Magic on the side was puzzled.

The International Confederation of Wizards is also here.

Because they need to witness this moment.

It's about the subsequent state-building.

There can only be one king.

If John could not defeat the first king, then the second king would have been able to continue to be the second.

Strength is a prerequisite for a king.

"The Holy Grail." The owner of the castle, Ludwigsi, spoke, "Rejuvenation."

They all seem to have subconsciously forgotten about the Holy Grail that had been destroyed in public.

At that time, John's strength was not enough, so he destroyed the Holy Grail in public, and cut off all thoughts of coveting the Holy Grail.

But they forgot that it was made by John.

And what was needed was always in John's hands.

Recreating the Holy Grail was not impossible for John, who no longer needed to hide.

When you are weak, the treasures you carry will become the source of your death.

When you are strong, the treasures you carry become a symbol of your greatness.

At this moment, the miracle that John has shown will not be coveted.

They can only sigh at the king's courage and greatness.

Compared to the old Dumbledore, the young Dumbledore was stronger, and he also had more experience and magic.

The strongest wizard deservedly appeared.

The one who challenged him was already in place.

"This stage,

Are you satisfied?" John had the Elder Wand in his hand, and he could feel the magic of it.

Dumbledore looked at Sky Castle, "Is that your masterpiece?"

"No," John said, shaking his head, "it's the work of the Alchemy Ministry."

"You're wasting too much, Dumbledore."

The first king.

Sitting on the altar of power.

The world is not being guided.

The arrogance of wizards breeds, and the sluggishness of education wastes many opportunities and time to make wizards strong.

"The world is getting better." John's wand was raised, and he bowed slightly.

This is the etiquette of the duel.

"Oh, that's what I taught him!"

Lockhart shook the hand of the man next to him, pride written on his face.

The people next to him all looked incredulous.

The veracity of this statement is very doubtful.

In fact, Lockhart, as the person who started the dueling club, could have taken this teaching by himself and Snape and Voldemort in the long run.

Not far from him, Rita Skeeter controlled the quill next to her to take notes.

She was going to go back and publish a newspaper so that the unknown Lockhart could not talk nonsense.

"It's done."

Rita told the team she had brought with her, "Make sure to get every picture out there."

The principals of the various magic schools were also nervous.

Ms. Maxim was holding a handkerchief in her hand, she had come to support John.

Of the principals, only Slughorn did not come.

Probably because when he was invited, he was already drunk with mead.

By the time Slughorn comes to his senses, the headmaster may want to resign with remorse.

Coincidentally, as the head of the Potions Department, Damo Alex also stayed up late the day before yesterday to study, so he didn't know about it now.

I have to say that there is always an inexplicable similarity between teachers and students.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand, it was one, the wand he had once had.

After bowing, that's where the battle begins.

Two flames rose at the same time.

Followed by.

Flame collision.

In the first blow, the isolated island of Newmengard turned into a sea of fire.

The golden flames converged into a dragon.

Dumbledore swung his wand heavily.

The battle of the strongest wizards has officially begun.

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