"They seem to be back," Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something, turned his head and looked out the window, and then he said to Grindelwald: "Let's go and go out and see these kids."

Grindelwald nodded too...

...

On the playground of Hogwarts, a group of students leaned against the flower pan after a disaster, gasping heavily.

"What the hell is that monster? It's so scary." A magic apprentice recovered and said to Watson with a pale complexion.

"I don't know, it feels like a Cthulhu evil god." Watson sighed: "I was closest to that monster at that time, and I didn't even think of turning into a bird to fly over and see it. I felt that there were countless sounds echoing in my mind, and I was going crazy when I looked."

"President Dumbledore, Professor Grindelwald."

The sound coming from beside him attracted everyone's attention.

They turned their heads and saw the two old men coming to their side at some point, standing with their hands behind their backs, looking at them quietly.

The other magic apprentices reacted and nodded respectfully to the two of them and greeted them.

Dumbledore nodded: "All of you are okay?"

Everyone nodded.

Watson was searching for the figures of his two best friends around him. As he searched for them, he frowned and an unknown premonition arose in his heart.

"President Dumbledore." Watson couldn't help but speak: "Getia and Sherlock..."

Before he finished speaking, a white glow flashed in the open space, and two figures appeared under the influence of the modified Floor Powder.

"headmaster!"

Sherlock, in a mess, hugged Gatia, whose body was corroded, and her eyes were red and anxiously shouted at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's face slightly condensed, he picked up his wand and quickly stepped forward to cast the magic of "quick recovery" at Gathia. Under the influence of the magic, the skin wound on Gathia's body recovered a little, but it was still hideous.

Although he has excellent recovery ability, the most troublesome thing is the curse of the demonic evil spirit on Gathia.

The magic power in his body was fighting against the curse force, and the two forces were fighting with his body as the battlefield, so he looked particularly weak.

After stabilizing Gatia's condition, Dumbledore stood up, "Don't worry about Sherlock, send Gatia under a tree to cure him."

The power of life emitted around the Tree of Life has the power to purify any injuries and curses. As long as a person does not die, he will sleep under the Tree of Life, and soon he will become a hero again.

Watson suddenly squeezed away the crowd and knelt beside Gatia, his eyes also turned red: "How could this happen? Did he deal with that monster? He is obviously the least likely person to be injured among us."

"I don't know either. When he was about to leave, he had to go to a suit shop to get a cane, and he happened to be attacked by the monster."

"Okay, let's treat Gatia first in the specific situation." Dumbledore interrupted the conversation between the two, "Everyone is separated and go back to rest. Watson, you send Gatia to the tree of life to find Teacher Lixia, and you, Sherlock, tell me what happened on the mainland."

As he said that, he opened a spark space door, and behind it was the magnificent body of the World Tree.

The strength of heroic spirits can also be increased. Although the spiritual foundation cannot be changed, new knowledge can be learned, so Dumbledore can also be used to alchemy and open the space door.

As for magic... all the magic power of heroes comes from Shaya, so in theory their magic power is infinite, but there are some differences between individuals. The limit magic that can be used is limited, but this upper limit can also be increased...

"yes!"

The other students nodded and responded. After learning that Gatiya could be treated, they spread out and returned to their dormitories to take a shower and have a good rest, waiting for the next battle.

Watson turned into a silver-backed gorilla, took Gathia from Sherlock's hand and walked into the space door with it, then disappeared...

Sherlock looked at the disappearing space door, and after a moment of silence, she took out a cane from under her. It was the ebony stick, which was something that Gathia had to get at risk. Sherlock naturally could not throw it away.

He took the cane and came to Grindelwald with a deep look on one side and handed it to Grindelwald.

"This is what Gathia asked me to give to you."

Grindelwald looked at the ebony stick in Sherlock's hand and remained silent...

His cane was burned by Gathia's rampage. In fact, he never cared about it, but Gathia kept remembering...

Grindelwald took the cane and put it on the ground. Both the length and size were just right. Gathia probably noticed this, so she particularly liked this cane.

"Thank you," Grindelwald said to Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded, then followed Dumbledore away from the clearing.

For a moment, Grindelwald was the only one left in the entire open space.

He looked at the cane and looked quietly without saying a word.

One side opened a space door again, and Gu Yi walked out from behind. He glanced around and then saw Grindelwald standing dryly on one side.

"Pandragorn has something beyond our plan, and King Arthur's arrival takes a little time, we can't let it..."

"I'll go."

Gu Yiyi was stunned, "What?"

"I said, I'll go and have it for a while," said Grindelwald, his words very concise, "what is the approximate level of that thing."

"I haven't reached the level of nuclear explosion yet, I should be in the upper position in the two-star market. If you use your current strength, you can really compete with it. I can go with you. If there is an accident, it is not impossible to expose it in advance."

"No, no need," said Grindelwald. "Just move everyone around you."

The cold light flashed in his eyes: "It won't survive tomorrow morning."

Gu Yi stared at Grindelwald for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

...

The monster that looked like an evil god was raging among the cities of Pandragon, destroying houses, roads, and killing the people around.

The fighter jets and helicopters whizzed through the air, firing shells to attack the monster, but not only did not cause damage to it, but instead made it twitch its tentacles even more angrily. The huge tentacles that were thousands of meters long instantly increased their value and easily pierced a howling fighter jet, and then another slapped and slapped another fighter jet to the ground.

The plane crashed to the ground, and the explosion made a loud noise, thick smoke rolled, and a scene of doomsday.

People ran towards the center of the city in horror, with the crowds of people and noisy.

The little Catherine's family was sitting in their own car. Because the abortion was too large, the car had no inch in a short while. Catherine's father was a little anxious and kept pressing the horn on the car, but it didn't work anyway.

Seventeen-year-old Catherine sat behind the car, holding the book in her arms tightly. It seemed that only books could bring her one of the few senses of security.

It was her favorite fantasy book, "The Book of Lords", a historical biography depicted from the perspective of a Hobbit in the Elda world.

At the first glance of seeing this book, Catherine fell in love with it almost madly. The fantasy world view inside, the stories of the brave dwarf elves and the Hobbits were deeply attracted by her.

I read it three times before and after, and when I ran away from home, this book was also the only personal item she took away.

She looked at the scene outside the window. When Flodo and his group followed the turbulent flow of time and space into the city of Dororo, they saw this scene.

The orc army slaughtered ordinary people, and people fled everywhere in panic, but this time the villain changed from the orc army to a terrifying super huge monster.

At the end of the "Book of Lords" Another World, when Aragorn and others were surrounded by the orcs' army in danger, a magician named Grindelwald rescued them and used powerful flame magic to devour the orcs' army.

However, according to online book fans, Grindelwald should be a military officer. The flame magic he used was incendiary bombs or missiles in modern weapons, and was processed into magic by a different world through art...

However, now "Grindelwald" does not harm the monster at all. Can Pandragorn or Britania survive this disaster safely?

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Chapter completed!