Sky Castle.

All of them looked with trepidation at the place that had completely changed the landscape.

The duel of the strongest wizards allows them to see the gap between each other.

Old Goyle was thinking about something, and old Crabbe, who was walking and pouting, wondered, "What are you doing?"

"I'm wondering......" Old Goyle said as he looked at the wizards around him, "if we are attacked at this time, will it be like the one in Bhutan?"

Bhutan, that time?

Muggle weapons attacked the entire upper echelons of the wizarding world, directly causing the wizarding world to be almost destroyed.

Old Crabbe took a few seconds to understand what it meant, and he looked around.

Ancient Alliance.

International Confederation of Wizards.

Headmaster of the School of Magic.

There are also many wizards with important positions.

"Makes sense." He nodded approvingly, "Then we'll be completely dead."

Old Goyle said triumphantly, "Look, that's what I said."

Lucius was very speechless about the two little brothers beside him, discussing what was not good, discussing this.

Wizard hell jokes?

...

The flames burned.

Gold and red flames entangled, separated and devoured each other.

The tip of John's sword stabbed into Dumbledore's chest, and a drop of blood slipped off the tip of the sword.

The red drop of blood fell heavily in the air, shattered to pieces, and absorbed by the soil.

Turning into wisps of blood that pierced through the soil, it struggled to reach the bottom along the parched earth.

In the lower layers of the earth, the remnants of rose seeds sit quietly.

The bloodshot that struggled in, carefully touching the seeds.

Feeling the nourishment of life, the seed was reborn. Look at the book

John glanced at his chest, a penetrated opening, telling of the danger just now.

The silver phoenix sits in the gap between himself and Dumbledore.

The sword of Silver Wick also did not fully enter Dumbledore's body because of this.

Dumbledore also looked at his wand in disbelief, almost subconsciously, and he used a spell that caused John to be hit.

He has always been strategic, but for the first time, he was forced to the present.

Even in the face of death, he can die calmly.

It's pressure.

The pressure exerted on each other prevented him from thinking as clearly and calmly as he used to.

John quickly recovered, and the sword was raised, allowing the silver phoenix to be completely sliced open.

The wand waved, and the sparks bloomed.

Dumbledore quickly pulled up the protective spell, but was still bounced out.

The body fell from the sky to the ground.

Dumbledore used a shock absorbing charm to save himself from falling to his death.

John slowly flailed his wings and fell.

He stood twenty meters in front of Dumbledore, reaching out to stroke his wound.

The blood that flowed out was mixed with gold.

Blood flowed out, like a time rewind, and quickly drilled into the wound.

This is followed by wound healing.

When Dumbledore saw this, his expression was complicated, "It's amazing."

"If you want to say that I'm not human, I can accept that." John raised an eyebrow, he was basically not very close to people now, except that he was a human type.

Raising his right hand, John looked at the thick blood on the tip of the sword.

"You don't quite look like that, either."

Fingers wiped the blood from it.

Dumbledore looked down at the location of his stab wound, where the wound would not heal.

The blood kept flowing, and his face quickly turned pale.

Even healing magic can't stop this.

It's not black magic, but it has an incurable effect.

The tip of John's sword hung down to the ground, faint

"You don't have a second chance."

"I ask you."

"Do you regret it?"

He stared at Dumbledore and asked, "Do you regret all this?"

Dumbledore shook his head, his face bewitched with his white beard with kindness.

"No, I won't."

He knew what John was talking about.

Do you regret seeing Hogwarts students do it to themselves?

Of course not.

Although Dumbledore was not good at education, he had the same love for his students.

"I'll be proud of you, John." He smiled happily, "Foolish principal, to be able to meet such a wonderful student."

Gryffindor wanted John to be a brave lion.

Grindelwald wanted John to be the king of the wizarding world.

Dumbledore wished that John Wick was John Wick.

You don't have to be someone else, you don't have to be someone else.

He's just John Wick.

The Slytherin, who was in a fight, saw the student who wanted something in the Mirror of Eris.

John took a deep breath, his expression indescribable.

His right hand was trembling slightly.

Why?

Because that's the one you once worshipped?

But why, his right hand is extremely steady.

It's so steady that it seems to have only the weight of an old wand.

The thing I've always wanted to have.

The power is in your hands.

His eyes darkened, and he let go of his right hand.

The sword of Silver Wick pierced into the ground without hindrance.

Fall on the seed of that rose.

The newborn rose, as the tip of the sword approached, ushered in the end.

"My respects, Dumbledore."

John raised his wand and said with some distraughtness, "Let's put an end to this in the most direct and solemn way possible."

"I don't know if any of us will not see the dawn of the newborn, but at this moment, the highest respect for each other is the most dazzling."

Dumbledore smiled, "Of course, John Wick of Slytherin, John Wick of Hogwarts, John Wick of the wizarding world, and ......."

"John Wick."

The last time.

Let this absurd cause, the wonderful duel, end with mutual respect.

One last magic.

There is no need to keep your hands.

Because that's the biggest insult to wizards.

At this moment, they just want to make the people who respect each other feel this full respect.

Come on!

Aged First King, your light once shone in the wizarding world, you have suffered, you have experienced parting, you have loved parting.

"Expelliarus"

"Reducto"

There is no hideous roar.

Yes, just a calm and determined gaze on the faces of the two.

Red and white collide again.

On Nümongaard, a vast magical realm is formed.

The world is silent.

The wand in Dumbledore's hand was already overloaded, and white smoke was billowing white.

On the Elder Wand, he kept sending a message to John.

It hopes to have great life to fulfill its honor.

Greedily sucks up mana, like a sponge that won't be satisfied.

It is a symbol of strength, incomparably loyal to its owner, and incomparably indifferent.

It will protect its owner if the wand falls into someone else's hands.

and will leave decisively when the master fails.

It pursues the strong and serves the strong.

Power reigns supreme, and the winner is king.

It tells John that it craves more victories.

The touch of red and white has an end after all.

After the magical realm is shattered, the energy that is vented is released to make the electricity that has stopped working in the coastal city again.

A man falls.

In the sky, three birds are flying.

Between black and white, the red phoenix wails.

Dumbledore fell.

The former first king, even with a young body, still can't resist the footsteps of the new king.

He will be the last old king in the age of the new king.

The war of three kings, leaving only one king.

The strongest one!

The end of an era will usher in the beginning of a new era.

...

John walked towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore lay on the ground, his hair rapidly turning white.

After exceeding the limit, Dumbledore's magic was drained, and the experience of passing the Holy Grail came to an end.

John stayed next to Dumbledore, the fallen Dumbledore with a smile on his face.

John raised his right hand and shook it in the void.

The sword, which had touched the skin of the rose seed, gradually blurred.

In John's hands, the Sword of Silver Wick slowly appeared.

Dropping the tip of his sword, he touched Dumbledore.

John asked, "What else do you want to say?"

Dumbledore's breathing heaved, and his skin was pierced by the tip of his sword.

He looked at the sky, and the dark clouds gradually dissipated.

A ray of twilight entered his eyes.

He looked at the ruined Nymongard.

In a trance, the tower was like the day he had sent people in with his own hands.

"John, be yourself." Dumbledore smiled, "You're only eighteen."

John looked at him silently.

The sword in his hand was raised.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in relief.

He has understood that all his efforts have not been in vain.

He was also a martyr.

Waiting for the last moment.

I don't know what happened to Grindelwald.

The wind stroked his cheeks.

The re-smoothed nose made him smell familiar.

But......

The winds in Godric's Valley, not to their side.

The blade of the sword fell.

Dusk is going to leave after all.

The cold and silvery moonlight, and the blood that flowed, outlawed everything after dusk.

"Stay here, Dumbledore."

John's eyes were as calm as the moonlight shining into a clear lake.

His sword was slowly drawn.

Looking up, he looked at the sky Dumbledore had just seen.

Dusk ended, and in the same sky, someone saw the red of twilight.

Some people see his bright and beautiful stars and moon at night.

...