Snape gasped, he had never been so out of shape, the violent mood swing just now made his body shake, he looked at Harry Potter again, and then stared at Townsen.

"Fu, you definitely did it on purpose!"

Townsend spread his hands innocently.

"Obviously, although the magician was provoked, his purpose was not to kill."

"If you are sensible, you should have thought of this, he has already named him at the beginning."

Snape clenched his wand tightly and took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

"In that situation, you-"

"How can I be sensible?"

He glanced at the dragon soaring in the sky with fear, humans, no, even the power of wizards, were as small as ants in front of each other.

I'm afraid that only the spell cast by a wizard like Dumbledore can hurt the other party.

It's no wonder that even when the magician didn't transform into a dragon, the Aurors' attacks were meaningless to him, it wasn't an illusion at all, but the opponent was too powerful to completely ignore the Aurors' attacks.

Snape thought back to his first meeting with the magician, and suddenly felt how lucky he was, at that time he only thought that the magician was a dark wizard who could cast spells silently and without a wand, and even launched an attack on the other party, if the other party had not spared him, I am afraid that he would have died.

By this time, the Aurors and the wizards present also realized this, and remembering what the magician had said, even the most stupid people could realize that the other party was not lying.

The magician never needs to run away, he doesn't kill just doesn't want to kill.

He was not a coward who relied on illusion magic to steal his name in the shadows, but a god who descended in front of everyone and gave mercy to those who waved his wand at him.

The dragon re-landed on the ruins of Stonehenge, its voice resounding throughout the plains.

"Gentlemen and ladies."

"I see fear in your faces."

"You fear that your life will be taken away easily, and you fear that you will see the unknown beyond your imagination."

"You are terrifying my power."

It held its head high, and its golden eyes shone like the sun.

"I regret it."

"I never wanted to use my power to conquer others, I know that fear can make people submit, make people obey, make people follow me, and dare not betray me."

"But that's not what I want."

"Ladies and gentlemen, such a following will deprive you of something precious—freedom."

"If you lose your freedom, you lose your creativity, and you become a dull tool – no! Friends, what I need is not tools, I need companions, companions who can fight the future with me and change the world together. ”

The dragon spread its wings and roared in a majestic posture.

"My armor is like iron, and no spell can pierce it."

"My fangs are swords."

"My claws are spears."

"My wings are a hurricane!"

As it said this, its gaze looked in the direction of Townsend consciously or unconsciously, and the speed of its speech became faster and faster, and after finally chanting, he quickly turned the subject back to the preset direction.

"But—"

"My fangs won't be aimed at you, my toes and claws won't be aimed at you, my wings carry the ideals of my fellow travelers, and my flames—"

"Oh! The flame that consumes everything! ”

"It only burns the enemy's body."

"Gentlemen and ladies, I want you to be my companions, I will never be arrogant that my power can change the world, my own strength cannot save the world, I need your help."

"I don't need you to fight for me, I need you to fight for yourselves, to fight to stop the war, to fight for a better future!"

"Gentlemen! Ladies! My companions! ”

"For the sake of a more brilliant civilization!"

The dragon's figure vanished in the echoing roar, and the familiar magician, with his cane, tall and graceful, stood atop the ruins of Stonehenge.

His azure eyes looked around and tapped the gravel with his cane.

"So, what about your answer?"

There was silence above the plains.

"For a more brilliant civilization!"

A slightly green voice was the first to sound, causing Professor Snape to turn his head and stare at Mr. Potter as it happened.

This immortal boy had obviously just experienced the moment of life and death, and his face was so frightened that his face turned pale, but after this short period of time, his face turned red with excitement, and he was even more fanatical than before.

The shouts of the wizards began to resound on the plain.

It was the fanatical followers who finally reacted, and after all the events they had experienced, especially after the aftermath of the catastrophe that they almost thought they were going to be slaughtered by the dragon, they trusted the dragon's words even more.

Yes, if the magician wanted to kill, he could have killed, but he didn't.

He could bring people to their knees with his strength, but he didn't.

He has always carried out his thoughts, and what he wants has always been to stop the war, to lead the wizards to create a better world. He was never arrogant, he was not stupid, and he was more powerful than ever.

The shock that such an existence brought to the wizards was incomparable, and even many wizards who were originally not interested in the magician's remarks began to cry out spontaneously.

The silence of the dark wizards and the die-hard pure-bloods who mingled with the crowd attracted the increasingly unfriendly gaze of those around them, and in such a frenzied atmosphere, they suspected that if they did not fit in, they were likely to be caught off guard by a few spells.

So, they had to mix in and shout as the others shouted.

These shouts soon spontaneously converged into a neat shout, a deafening cry that was even more powerful than the roar of a dragon.

"For a more brilliant civilization!"

“.”

The people shouted over and over again, and the atmosphere became more and more frenetic, until the magician raised his hand and pressed down slightly, and the sound gradually died out, until the plain fell silent again.

Everyone stared at the magician, waiting for his words.

"I hear you."

"I'm glad to hear your response," he said in a heartfelt tone. ”

"And it also means that we are one step closer to the ideal, and we are on the right path."

"But that's not enough, friends, it's not enough."

'We need more fellow travellers, not just England, not just Europe.'

"We need to let the flame of hope ignite throughout the world!"

(End of chapter)