There is no magic that sets the nail on the head, and the two sides of the fierce war are strangling in the most primitive way.

The color of Amosta's eyes has returned to its original brown, he is like a sharp sword, exuding a cold aura, constantly waving his wand to consolidate the form of the fire python, controlling it to slaughter the rebellious wizards in the hall, and if the scene of his killing is seen by the outside world, I'm afraid that Amosta has not yet taken over Dumbledore's class, and Voldemort's name will fall on him first!

It's a holy war!

In the same way that believers who are loyal to the 'gods' are willing to give their lives for their faith and sublimate themselves in the golden flames, those who use their faith as a reason to indulge their evil thoughts begin to retreat when their lives are seriously threatened.

As the battle continues, Purgatory descends on the halls, and in the flowing magma, white bones rise and fall!

The golden sun that had appeared in the Quidditch World Cup reappeared, and Amosta stood within a golden fireball of magma, slowly floating in the air under the support of surging magic, indifferently staring at the surviving wizards of the base below.

Flashes of 'fire' continued to emerge from the surface of the golden blazing sun where Amosta remained, and he raised his wand, and the restless 'fire' quickly converged above the wand as if it had received some attraction, and finally condensed into a sword of golden flames!

Like a god about to be punished, Amosta's indifferent, vast voice resounded through hell, and its infinitely tall body exuded a coercion like a collapsing substance.

"I'll just say it once,"

Amosta disregards below,

"Drop your wand and take it, or die all here."

Looking up at the blurred figure in the infinite light and shadow, looking at the hundreds of people who were unharmed by the fierce attack of hundreds of people, and had already killed most of their compatriots, feeling the burning heat and killing intent close to the skin, gradually, the fierce expressions of the rebels subsided, and they became lost and depressed.

A wand clicked to the ground.

"We can't defeat him." Someone said in despair.

"It's the new god." Some people subconsciously knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Click, click, click.

One by one, the wands landed, and gradually, the rumbling sound of the hall and the sporadic flashes of heterochromatic spell light disappeared, leaving only a golden sun that slowly settled on the ground.

Awe, fear, worship.

Amosta fell to the ground with a 'click', and he looked around, bathed in reverent gazes, his expression calm. However, there was a ripple in his heart.

I have to say, very tempting to become a deity.

But the idea of temptation only existed in Amosta's mind for a short time before it was extinguished, and the mind returned to reason.

Boom --

As Amosta dropped his wand again, the abandoned wands on the ground made a sharp cracking sound and stuck into the undamaged ground at Louise's feet. A strand of anti-apparition-shifting rope ejected from the tip of the staff bound the surviving wizards of the base.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Blaine."

In reality, someone finally collapsed, crawling on the ground and sobbing,

"I still have kids—"

This seems to have started a clarion call for self-reflection, with people constantly telling Amosta about their innocence, hoping for forgiveness from the gods.

"You're going to get a fair trial—"

When Amosta began to speak, the noisy hall was immediately quiet and a pin drop could be heard.

"If you are willing to confess your crimes, the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministries of Magic will consider reducing your sentence at their discretion--"

A group of people who have lost the will to resist are eager to confess their crimes, they want to come to Amosta and confess immediately, but they do not dare to approach him without permission.

Louise froze in place, watching this happen, looking at the straight back, and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

It's coming to an end.

Amosta turned his head to look at Louise, his expression was gentle, he beckoned to her, Louise's body floated automatically, and slowly landed in a position in the hall, she looked blankly at the man lying at her feet by the pile of lava that was solidified but still emitting a blazing light, and her eyes gradually regained a little color.

Angus Aeschylus.

Surprisingly, in the melee just now, this silence that had been destroyed in advance was not dead. But there was only one breath left.

Silently has greater power, and more fragile life.

He hadn't lost consciousness yet, his hair was burned, half of his face was badly burned, he still held his breath, looking at Amosta Bryan who was getting closer, let out a 'ho-ho' laugh, still unwilling to admit defeat.

Looking at the silence of the Flower of Life, a faint pity appeared in Amosta's brown pupils again, he was not the ultimate mastermind of Hermione's affairs, but he also had sins that he had to bear.

"You killed Fraser Andle?" Amosta asked.

Aeschylus looked slightly confused, as if he had forgotten the name.

"The corpse you left behind in Cokworth." Amosta said calmly.

Quietly, Aeschylus opened his mouth with difficulty, and let out a torn hoarse voice,

"You're for. That Muggle"

"This is the man who killed your brother, Louise."

With a thud, a three-foot-long spur of fire erupted from the tip of Amosta's staff, and he hung his wand upside down and thrust it into Louise's hand.

"He is the purpose of your intervention in the wizarding world, kill him and your revenge will be complete."

Louise looked at the fire thorn in her hand, her hand trembling slightly.

"This is Fraser Andele's sister, Louise Andele, thanks to her help, I was able to find you so quickly,"

Amosta lowered his head and said to Aeschylus, who was staring at Louise,

"She begged me to help her find her brother's killer."

Whew-

Aeschylus let out a laugh, a humming laugh that sounded both comical and bleak.

"You Brian, you for Muggles, phew. Destroy us? ”

"Any questions?"

The murderous aura that haunted Amosta was gone, and now he was more like a professor discussing magic with his students.

"Very- very good"

Aeschylus gasped and laughed, he closed his eyes, as if remembering something from the past, and a crystal tear appeared in the corner of his eye,

"You're good, Brian"

Aeschylus said in a relieved tone,

"Kill me, Louise Adele, and avenge your brother."

"No!"

Louise awoke suddenly, and she took two steps back, the fire spike sliding out of her hand and sinking into the ground.

"No, me. I don't have that right."

In the face of Amosta's inquiring gaze, Louise's face turned pale, her dry lips squirmed, she shook her head slightly, and repeated in a little panic,

"No, I. I don't have that right."

"He'll be sentenced to death anyway."

Louise's refusal made Amosta smile,

"If you don't kill him, you'll never get revenge again. Are you sure you want to give up, Louise? ”

"I can't!"

Amosta's words made Louise resolute, she gasped slightly, and her clear eyes looked directly into Amosta's eyes,

"Now that I've found him, let the wizard's law judge him!"

(End of chapter)