The wizards, who had already escaped from the Quidditch pitch and fled in all directions crying, were stunned to find that the deep night was torn apart by the incomparably brilliant light, and the sky was as bright as day.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Before the other side fell, neither of them was speechless.

Now that the decision has been made, there is no turning back, and Cleona's emerald eyes are full of determination, and every dancing vine that squeezes the Quidditch arena is like her hands and feet, and under the sympathy, these terrifying huge vines move violently, straightening their torso in unison, and smashing into the volley of Amosta Bryan with the breath of destruction of heaven and earth!

At this moment, Amosta was like the Vermilion Bird in Muggle mythology in the Eastern Country, the fierce fire around his body had condensed into a substantial fire slurry, and in the face of the vines rolled from all directions, his eyes suddenly became stronger, and the high temperature that was confined around him instantly bloomed and spread to the surroundings.

After the vines controlled by Vitia stepped into the 'Sun' realm and encompassed the earth's space, they couldn't hold on to a breath, and instantly lost their emerald green, and were burned into light smoke, and there was not even powder left!

However, the druid's legacy to this day has its own magic.

Vines grow from the ground, as if they are endless!

The fierce clash between the 'sun' realm and the vines erupted with thunder and an incomparably strong wind, and the 'miracle building' that the Ministry of Magic had worked hard to build for more than half a year looked so weak under the thunder, strong wind, and high temperature, and the whole collapsed one after another!

The violent impact of magic caused every inch of space in the arena to vibrate violently, as if it was covered with a hazy veil.

In people's vision, the Quidditch arena is blurred, and the only thing that is clear is the 'sun' suspended in the sky, and the 'sun', the figure like a god!

The fleeing people stopped, and in the jungle, the faint glow of the camera exposure lights flashed continuously, and Sirius and Mr. Weasley led the children away from the arena to a high ground, and only stopped to catch their breath until the surging pressure behind them was no longer so oppressive.

The earth cracked inch by inch, and a thunderbolt accidentally spilled out of the arena and struck the camp where the wizards were sleeping, and in an instant, the camp was like a serious gas explosion, and within 100 feet of the thunderbolt landing, everything was torn into nothingness by the explosion ground air waves.

Bill leaned on a pine tree, his handsome face was full of absurdity, his mouth was open, but his chest did not rise or fall at all, and he forgot to breathe in shock. It wasn't until his face turned red that Bill, who came back to his senses, gasped a few times, and then he turned his head stiffly to look at his brother Charlie,

"That one, Amosta Blaine?"

"I don't quite understand--"

Charlie's broad face was just as ridiculous, and he shook his head and said sincerely.

"Oh, it's not a big deal, Gollum--"

The hilarious conversation between Charlie and Bill didn't get everyone to speak, but then an old but energetic voice behind them made Harry and the others turn their heads.

It was an old man who looked very old, his face was covered with loose skin, age spots and many dark brown acne marks, but the most surprising thing was that everyone around was extremely shocked by the duel going on in the Quidditch arena, but the old man didn't look much surprised, he even had the heart to pour rum into his mouth.

Noticing the stunned gaze in everyone's eyes, the old man grinned and sneered outward.

"If you had seen the duel of the century between Albus Dumbledore and Gatler Grindelwald in Paris half a century ago, you would not have been so shocked by what is happening now, and of course, I must admit, it is also a big scene!"

Hermione frowned, the old man looked a little confused, obviously just said that Professor Bryan's duel with the mysterious woman was nothing, and changed his statement in a blink of an eye.

"Ah, Epheas, I didn't expect to see you here!"

Sirius blinked, incredulous.

"Sirius!" The old wizard called Ephias smiled again, "I've heard you're innocent!" ”

"Ephias Dorjee, he's a good friend of Dumbledore--" Sirius explained Harry, who didn't know the old wizard, and then, curious,

"How did you end up here, Efias?"

"Oh, of course it's the World Cup!" Efias poured himself another hard mouthful, "And then there was a damn terrorist attack. Speaking of which, I heard that the young man was Amosta Blaine, my eyes were not good, I couldn't see clearly, you were a colleague with him, was it really him? ”

"It's him, Director of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Security Office, Amosta Blaine—"

"Oh, it seems that Albus has found a good successor!" Efias said happily.

Every second that the solar realm was maintained, the magic was like a stream of water bursting out of an open embankment, even Amosta, after two minutes, was a little unable to hold on, but his gaze penetrated the brilliant brilliance, looking at Vitia Cleona whose emerald green hair was dancing wildly, but found that this woman's eyes were still extremely determined, without the slightest wavering.

This is "unscientific".

How could a young wizard in his early twenties come from such a rich background? Amosta's eyes flashed with confusion, but he forgot that he was also an anomaly.

A war of attrition is not what Amosta wants, because in the shadows, there may be other dangers waiting for an opportunity.

Amosta's fierce eyes were even more fierce, and in the next second, the sun ring that wrapped his body trembled slightly, and gradually settled downward.

Airplanes!

Bathing in the sea on the big day is a catastrophe for the living!

Vitia's face changed suddenly, and in her vision, when Amosta Blaine was wrapped in the sun and settled on the earth, the world of Buddha also collapsed at this moment.

The invisible magic clash suddenly became several times more intense, and the vines that were still able to resist the scorching heat before were now like snow meeting spring, and they melted when touched.

Everything in sight was slightly red, and Vitia's fair face was also scorched red, her gaze swept over the flying hair, and her emerald green hair was also burnt, and under the scorching sun wind, the surrounding Quidditch arena with steel as the main body kept crackling, and the earth was not spared, and the kelp-like green grass was burned to reveal a scorched yellow layer of soil, and layer after layer was melted and stripped away by the scorching magic!

(End of chapter)