Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 531: Blazing Sun
"Mike? Is this what you wanted?"

Dumbledore spoke slowly, and his eyes, looking directly at Mike, seemed to have some kind of magical power that could see through everything, causing Mike to almost instinctively begin the brain-blocking technique.

It’s a pity that even so, the feeling of being seen through still hasn’t disappeared.

"of course."

Mike said stubbornly.

But upon hearing this, Dumbledore shook his head and said with some emotion:

"you are lying."

The atmosphere around him froze as soon as these words came out, but Dumbledore continued to speak regardless:
"From the first time I saw you, I realized that you were a lonely person. Although you later had many friends, many of whom were even comparable to your family, the smell of loneliness in you never dissipated, but became even stronger. Mike, answer me, what do you want?"

As soon as Dumbledore said this, the scene immediately fell silent. Benjamin and others were also interested in his words and looked at Mike together.

But Mike, who was being watched by everyone, remained silent.

His heart was in turmoil at the moment.

It wasn't that he didn't want to answer Dumbledore's question, but that he simply didn't know how to answer it.

Because he himself doesn't know what he wants.

All the time, what he desires is constantly changing.

From simply wanting to go home at the beginning, to later establishing Freemasonry to pursue greater interests, to now speaking out for all ethnic groups.

He was like a chess piece, constantly being pushed forward by a huge hand.

All this made him feel confused and uneasy.

"Perhaps this is fate." After a long while, Mike looked at Dumbledore's right hand that was as dry as a chicken claw and said, "You and I are just chess pieces placed on the chessboard by the hand of fate, playing different roles. So... please don't get involved in this matter anymore. This is also for your own good, Dumbledore. With your current physical condition, I'm afraid retirement is your best choice."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore also noticed Mike's gaze. He raised his right hand and stretched out his fingers a few times before saying, "But I can't just sit there and watch the tragedy happen. People... always have to work hard before it can be considered over."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, an orange-red sun slowly rose from the horizon behind him. The soft sunlight was selflessly sprinkled on the earth, making everyone who had been eroded by wind and rain all night feel a hint of warmth.

"The night is over, the dawn is coming."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and spoke slowly in a dreamy voice.

But upon hearing this, Mike felt a strong sense of uneasiness, and alarm bells rang in his heart. The wand in his hand almost instinctively shot out a ball of green light.

But this killing curse, which is said to bring certain death, instantly melted away like ice and snow under the light of dawn, leaving only a breeze blowing on Dumbledore's shriveled face.

"alert!"

Franklin, Benjamin and others finally noticed the incident at this moment. Under their fierce roars, the Los Santos wizards who had been fighting all night forced their exhausted bodies to regroup and put up a huge golden shield.

Countless colorful spells emerged from it, turning into a dense barrage of bullets and shooting towards Dumbledore.

But these spells, like the Killing Curse cast by Michael, were completely melted away under the shining golden sunlight and could not hurt Dumbledore at all.

"Professor Dumbledore, do we have to be like this? This should be your last bit of strength, right? Wouldn't it be good to keep this strength to live two more years?"

Mike spoke slowly with an expressionless face, and upon hearing this, Dumbledore sighed softly and said:
"As you said, we each play a different role on this chessboard called history, and this may be my role."

After saying this, the elderberry wand appeared silently on Dumbledore's right hand, which was like a chicken claw.

As Dumbledore waved his hand violently, the originally soft sunlight behind him suddenly became dazzling. Under the shining of this bright light, the temperature around him began to rise rapidly.

"Such a powerful force was not used against Voldemort, but was used on me? Haha, this is really ironic!" Mike lowered his head and muttered to himself, with a slightly lost expression on his face, but soon he raised his head, fastened his tricorn hat on his head, and roared firmly,
"Arthur! Let's go!"

"it is good!"

Two crisp sword sounds echoed, and Mike and Arthur, one on the left and one on the right, each dragged a long silver light and rushed towards Dumbledore!

Upon seeing this, Dumbledore opened his arms as if hugging someone and slowly floated up. As he moved, the sun behind him slowly rose to the zenith, emitting layers of ring-shaped halos behind him.

Under the shining golden sun, Dumbledore's white hair began to become transparent, and his thin body gradually became plump.

All of this, coupled with his gentle expression and the vague holy sounds that could be heard faintly around him, made Dumbledore look like a god descended to earth!

"Ha! We just killed the God of Thunder, and now here comes the God of Light?"

Mike said with a serious expression.

In a sense, what he said was not wrong. Wizards like legendary wizards who have mastered the control of natural elements can indeed be called gods.

But Mike was really surprised that a legendary wizard like Dumbledore, who was almost at the end of his life, could still achieve this.

He always felt that this battle might not be resolved so easily.

The fact was just as he expected. After Dumbledore rose to a high altitude, the scorching sun behind him suddenly became brighter again. The already raised temperature around him rose again. The trees on the ground that survived the previous battle also began to spontaneously combust!

Franklin and the others on the ground were also in a difficult situation. The golden shield constructed by all the protections could only protect against spells and physical damage, but it had no way to deal with the pure increase in temperature.

At the same time, the scorching sun also threatened Franklin and others. Under the dazzling sun, many wizards were sunburned and blinded, forcing them to temporarily stop attacking and constantly use clear spring water and phantom stone slabs to cool down and provide shade.

On the other side, Mike and Arthur were still charging towards Dumbledore with determination.

But facing the attack of the two of them, Dumbledore in the sky just shook his head slightly and said with some regret:

"it's useless."

"Boom!" The next moment, he pointed the magic wand in his hand, and accompanied by a roar, a beam of pure white light suddenly shot out, illuminating a deep charred pit on the ground, with magma splashing in it!
At first, Mike and Arthur didn't understand what Dumbledore was going to do, but soon their expressions changed.

Because the beam of light shining on the ground did not show any sign of disappearing. Instead, it was held in Dumbledore's hand and wielded like a sword of the scorching sun!
"wtf!"

Mike cursed and changed his route to dodge, while Arthur on the side had a similar reaction.

They both knew very well that although the shields on their bodies were very strong, and the combat uniforms they wore had a certain degree of resistance to high temperatures and strong ultraviolet rays, and could temporarily withstand the scorching sun, they would definitely not be able to survive if they were swept by the Sword of the Scorching Sun!

Now the situation became difficult.

Under the pressure of the Sword of the Blazing Sun, Mike and Arthur couldn't get close to Dumbledore at all, while the temperature around them continued to rise under the scorching sun. Franklin was almost unable to hold on!

During this period, Mike and Arthur tried to attack Dumbledore using long-range attacks.

But the scorching sun seemed to have some kind of magic-breaking ability. Any spell or supernatural power could not exist for even a second under its illumination. Even Arthur's slashing blows could not break through the sun's illumination.

Compared with Voldemort's fancy and endlessly bizarre attacks, Dumbledore's attacks could be said to be completely without any skill at all.

It's so straightforward, simple and crude.

But this method is far more powerful than Voldemort's, which leaves Mike with no way to deal with it at all.

By now McKibben was almost in despair. Initially, he wanted to try to delay Dumbledore to death, but it was proved that this method was completely ineffective, because if Dumbledore really could not hold on for too long, he would try his best to kill him and Arthur directly. However, he did not do so. From the fact that he slowly swung the light beam but did not kill him, it seemed that the other party wanted to capture him alive.

Wait, capture alive?
Mike suddenly paused and was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the giant sword of light was sweeping quickly towards his direction.

Just as Mike was about to be hit by the giant sword of light, something strange happened. The giant sword of light seemed to be afraid of killing Mike directly, and when it was about to come into contact with Mike, it suddenly changed direction and passed by Mike!
It was not until then that Mike came back to his senses. He looked at the crooked, charred sword mark beside him and nodded thoughtfully.

My guess is correct, so should I escape?

If he lets everyone present use their lives to buy time for him, there is still a possibility that he can escape.

But...is it really worth it?
You know, Dumbledore has been letting Franklin and his men off until now, but if he really did that, then Dumbledore would probably not show mercy to Franklin and his men anymore. Dumbledore is such a cruel person, he would definitely do such a thing.

In other words, whether it is Franklin or Arthur, they are actually just hostages, hostages who trap Mike here.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Franklin and others who were struggling under the scorching sun behind him. Mike gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

"Arthur, I will hold Dumbledore back for a while. You take Franklin and the others and retreat first."

"What did you say?"

Arthur, who was trying to slash out with his sword, had a hint of surprise on his face when he heard this. He really doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

But then Mike continued:

"Dumbledore is in a state where he can't block off a large area. You just need to run a certain distance and then you can use the portkey to escape."

"This is impossible! Dumbledore won't let us leave!"

"He will! Because his target from the beginning to the end has only been me, and you are just incidental!"

"That's even worse! You can't..."

"This is an order!"

Mike suddenly yelled.

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and finally put down the long sword in his hand, and said with some trembling:
"You must survive!"

After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and ran towards Franklin and others.

Mike nodded expressionlessly, then turned around and stared motionlessly at Dumbledore in the sky.

The other party also stopped what he was doing, just hovering in the air and staring at Mike quietly, with no intention of stopping Arthur from leaving.

However, the sword of the Fiery Sun did not show any sign of disappearing. Instead, it stood silently in the sky. The sword was shining brightly, and there were faint feathers of light floating around.

Arthur's work efficiency has always been very high. In addition, most of the people in the Los Santos Wizarding Corps were trained by him, and the team members have an instinct to obey him, so when he showed up, the entire team quickly began to evacuate to a distance.

Of course, there are always stubborn people among the crowd, like Franklin.

Mike knew with his toes that the guy would never abandon him and retreat alone.

But they were obviously no match for Arthur and Mike. After being knocked unconscious by Arthur's sword hilt, he could only lie on Arthur's back and retreat.

It is worth mentioning that before Benjamin took it away, he fished out the fallen thunderbird from the sea, and it seemed that he was planning to take it away as well.

Sensing the team members slowly walking away and finally teleporting away via the portkey, a smile finally broke out on Mike's expressionless face.

He silently raised the sword, poured all his magic power into the holy sword, and slashed down at Dumbledore in the air!

At the same time, the Sword of the Blazing Sun in Dumbledore's hand finally fell down and collided fiercely with the sharp sword in Mike's hand!
Under the slash of the Sword of the Fierce Sun, which was composed of pure light energy and heat energy, Mike's attack was instantly shattered like a mantis blocking a car, and then the Sword of the Fierce Sun slashed at the position where Mike was without any hindrance!

"boom!"

Along with the huge explosion, large pieces of dust were thrown into the sky by the terrifying impact force, and even the earth was shaking continuously!

But when the dust settled, they saw that Mike was lying unharmed in a huge deep pit. Except for the open space where he was, the surrounding area was full of surging magma.

Seeing this, Dumbledore in the sky finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)