Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

In just a split second, his body was cut in half at the waist, and bloody intestines and internal organs were exposed from the split waist!

This situation is similar to the Ministry of Magic's extermination of giants back then.

Both are humanoid creatures with extremely strong skin magic resistance and physical abilities, but demons can fly, fire beams of light, and are far more intelligent than giants.

How could the Aurors, who had enjoyed peace for over a decade, be compared to these monsters?

One Auror was cut in half at the waist, its internal organs spilling out of the wound, gleaming eerily in the moonlight. Another Auror had its head pierced by a beam of light, and its body slumped down like a bag of discarded garbage.

Some people were still running, screaming, and Apparating—but many more were lying on the ground, never to stand again.

Fudge, his face deathly pale, watched all this unfold, staring at the crazed demon, clutching Dumbledore's clothes and pleading...

"Do something, Dumbledore, do something!"

Dumbledore's eyes were hidden behind his half-moon spectacles, as deep as the sea.

He raised the Elder Wand, and the tip of the Deathly Hallows lit up, flowing out and silently disappearing into the earth.

The ground began to change; the asphalt laid on the ground, the broken bricks, the dust stained with blood—they began to flow, like melted wax, like heated syrup.

However, they flow upwards, not downwards.

A wall rose from the ground, a wall made of asphalt, bricks, dust, and magic, translucent and silvery-white, like a miracle constructed of pure light.

Its timing was perfect—it blocked a series of crimson beams aimed at the fleeing Aurors. The beams struck the wall, exploding into a burst of crimson flames, but the wall remained unmoved.

Dumbledore continued waving his wand, and the wall began to extend, bend, and grow. Like a living vine, it climbed from the ground to the sky, spreading from a single point to the entire battlefield. It formed a silvery-white barrier between the Aurors and the demons, protecting all those still fleeing behind it.

Then, Dumbledore pointed his wand to the sky and whispered the spell.

Total petrification (Petrificus Totalus)

The same spell can have drastically different effects depending on who uses it. In the sky, the demons suddenly froze. They remained in their pouncing stance, in their beam-releasing stance, in their prey-biting stance, but they stopped moving as uniformly as stones.

Then it crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, like plaster hitting the ground.

“Please stop.” He looked at Harley, or rather, at the person inside her, and said seriously.

"Healed as before (Episkey)"

A silvery-white light spilled from the tip of his wand like spring rain. The spell, originally meant only to heal minor wounds, unleashed incredible power under the Elder Wand's influence. Bleeding wounds began to heal, severed limbs began to reconnect, and dying breaths began to steady.

But those who are already dead—those who were cut in half at the waist, those whose skulls were pierced—lie there quietly, never to wake again.

But will it end here? Of course not!

A piercing shriek emanated from the demon clones that had not yet been petrified, and then, a barrage of red magical beams rained down on Dumbledore!

With a mere wave of his wand, Dumbledore created a silver shield that firmly protected him and those around him, the magical beams striking the shield producing only a series of dull thuds.

That's enough. Dumbledore raised his wand, muttered a few words silently, and then softly uttered the final spell.

"Finite" (meaning "All Curses End")

Similar to Finite Incantatem, but this is a large spell that requires multiple wizards to cast together, but Dumbledore can use it alone.

The instant the spell was cast, a silent, wide-area dispelling effect spread across the region, and then, one demon after another, their figures dissipated into black mist. Until the last demon vanished like the black mist, the unconscious Harley had already fallen to the ground.

Fudge was so excited he almost jumped up. Dumbledore truly lived up to his name, the strongest white wizard in history!

The Minister of Magic was anxiously preparing to send men to arrest Harry Potter, but at this crucial moment, Dumbledore used a spell to send him and all the Aurors around him flying!

"Dumbledore, are you trying to protect him?" Fudge practically jumped up, pointing angrily at Dumbledore, who had just saved his life.

Dumbledore completely ignored him, instead staring at the shadow behind the unconscious Harley, a faint glint of light emanating from beneath his half-moon spectacles.

"Please come out, sir."

The twisting, writhing shadow, accompanied by a dripping sound like deep water, eventually became a pure black shadow, as if hiding a cosmic abyss in the sunlight shining through the clouds at dusk.

"As expected of the world's strongest White Demon King, no, White Wizard."

Tsurugi looked at Dumbledore, holding the unconscious Harry in her arms, and said teasingly.

"So it was you who exerted this influence on Harley?" Dumbledore's tone remained gentle, yet it couldn't conceal the coldness within.

"I've always been a very responsible parent," Tsugumi said with a smile.

"When poor Miss Harley was caught in a vortex of bullying and attacks, I was the only one who helped her, and more than once. In that respect, I should be a caregiver second only to Ms. Lily Evans."

"And you who are criticizing me here, you were in the wizarding world when poor Miss Harley was being beaten by children. You were in the wizarding world when poor Miss Harley was almost assaulted by a cleaner. You were still in the wizarding world when I helped her out of her life's predicament."

"Oh dear, I really don't know where you got the right to criticize me? For this child, I am a much more qualified parent than all of you combined."

With each word Tsurugi spoke, Snape's veins bulged on his forehead. He had originally wanted to speak, but now he couldn't utter a single word.

“We may have made mistakes, but you have led Harley down a path of no return,” Dumbledore said gravely.

"It's not me, it's yourselves," Tsurugi sneered.

"You place your idea of ​​a savior who can fight the Dark Lord in an environment similar to the Dark Lord's, yet you expect him to be used as a tool to fight your enemies."

"If you harbored the idea of ​​a trial, and then, after discovering she wasn't the tool you wanted, you still placed her here, Albus Dumbledore, you and Grindelwald are truly the same kind of people, both seeking a greater good."

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But it didn't matter; he was happy to watch the show unfold.

After all, the fact that the fate of this world has taken such a turn is, in a sense, a consequence of his arrival in this world.

Whoosh—Boom!

Countless crimson beams of magical energy shot from the eyes of these demons, instantly surrounding the Aurors!

"Ironclad Protection!!!"

"Stop the curse instantly!!!"

"Damn it, so many obstacles, so many obstacles!!!"

Faced with the demons' siege, these Aurors, who considered themselves elite experts, frantically tried to defend themselves with spells.

Some of them had the desired effect, while others were pierced through the body by beams of scarlet magic, their consciousness leaving their bodies before they could even scream!

More often than not, they were met with direct physical attacks from the demons!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

An Auror screamed as he watched the charging demon, unable to stop its advance in the slightest no matter what spell he cast!

In just a split second, his body was cut in half at the waist, and bloody intestines and internal organs were exposed from the split waist!

This situation is similar to the Ministry of Magic's extermination of giants back then.

Both are humanoid creatures with extremely strong skin magic resistance and physical abilities, but demons can fly, fire beams of light, and are far more intelligent than giants.

How could the Aurors, who had enjoyed peace for over a decade, be compared to these monsters?

One Auror was cut in half at the waist, its internal organs spilling out of the wound, gleaming eerily in the moonlight. Another Auror had its head pierced by a beam of light, and its body slumped down like a bag of discarded garbage.

Some people were still running, screaming, and Apparating—but many more were lying on the ground, never to stand again.

Fudge, his face deathly pale, watched all this unfold, staring at the crazed demon, clutching Dumbledore's clothes and pleading...

"Do something, Dumbledore, do something!"

Dumbledore's eyes were hidden behind his half-moon spectacles, as deep as the sea.

He raised the Elder Wand, and the tip of the Deathly Hallows lit up, flowing out and silently disappearing into the earth.

The ground began to change; the asphalt laid on the ground, the broken bricks, the dust stained with blood—they began to flow, like melted wax, like heated syrup.

However, they flow upwards, not downwards.

A wall rose from the ground, a wall made of asphalt, bricks, dust, and magic, translucent and silvery-white, like a miracle constructed of pure light.

Its timing was perfect—it blocked a series of crimson beams aimed at the fleeing Aurors. The beams struck the wall, exploding into a burst of crimson flames, but the wall remained unmoved.

Dumbledore continued waving his wand, and the wall began to extend, bend, and grow. Like a living vine, it climbed from the ground to the sky, spreading from a single point to the entire battlefield. It formed a silvery-white barrier between the Aurors and the demons, protecting all those still fleeing behind it.

Then, Dumbledore pointed his wand to the sky and whispered the spell.

Total petrification (Petrificus Totalus)

The same spell can have drastically different effects depending on who uses it. In the sky, the demons suddenly froze. They remained in their pouncing stance, in their beam-releasing stance, in their prey-biting stance, but they stopped moving as uniformly as stones.

Then it crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, like plaster hitting the ground.

“Please stop.” He looked at Harley, or rather, at the person inside her, and said seriously.

"Healed as before (Episkey)"

A silvery-white light spilled from the tip of his wand like spring rain. The spell, originally meant only to heal minor wounds, unleashed incredible power under the Elder Wand's influence. Bleeding wounds began to heal, severed limbs began to reconnect, and dying breaths began to steady.

But those who are already dead—those who were cut in half at the waist, those whose skulls were pierced—lie there quietly, never to wake again.

But will it end here? Of course not!

A piercing shriek emanated from the demon clones that had not yet been petrified, and then, a barrage of red magical beams rained down on Dumbledore!

With a mere wave of his wand, Dumbledore created a silver shield that firmly protected him and those around him, the magical beams striking the shield producing only a series of dull thuds.

That's enough. Dumbledore raised his wand, muttered a few words silently, and then softly uttered the final spell.

"Finite" (meaning "All Curses End")

Similar to Finite Incantatem, but this is a large spell that requires multiple wizards to cast together, but Dumbledore can use it alone.

The instant the spell was cast, a silent, wide-area dispelling effect spread across the region, and then, one demon after another, their figures dissipated into black mist. Until the last demon vanished like the black mist, the unconscious Harley had already fallen to the ground.

Fudge was so excited he almost jumped up. Dumbledore truly lived up to his name, the strongest white wizard in history!

The Minister of Magic was anxiously preparing to send men to arrest Harry Potter, but at this crucial moment, Dumbledore used a spell to send him and all the Aurors around him flying!

"Dumbledore, are you trying to protect him?" Fudge practically jumped up, pointing angrily at Dumbledore, who had just saved his life.

Dumbledore completely ignored him, instead staring at the shadow behind the unconscious Harley, a faint glint of light emanating from beneath his half-moon spectacles.

"Please come out, sir."

The twisting, writhing shadow, accompanied by a dripping sound like deep water, eventually became a pure black shadow, as if hiding a cosmic abyss in the sunlight shining through the clouds at dusk.

"As expected of the world's strongest White Demon King, no, White Wizard."

Tsurugi looked at Dumbledore, holding the unconscious Harry in her arms, and said teasingly.

"So it was you who exerted this influence on Harley?" Dumbledore's tone remained gentle, yet it couldn't conceal the coldness within.