The mastermind behind Hogwarts

The sky was cleaved open by streaks of lightning, and London, illuminated by the electric light, resembled a black and white film from an old movie. The thunderclaps, like bombs, left a destructive aura over the city.

Ishcher's signature lightning orb, like candy candies spilling out of a candy store after bottles and jars have been overturned, scattering and splashing everywhere as if they were free.

Gamp and Baldy were surrounded by an apocalyptic scene, and Ishcher put all the pressure on them!

On the ground, layers of flames gradually approached Gamp and Light's feet.

Thunder and fire, a net of lightning and a sea of ​​fire!

The light and dark aura around Gamp was suppressed like never before. Gamp's expression suddenly changed. He stared at the sky and then looked at the ground, his eyes revealing disbelief.

"They actually suppressed the minister's authority?"

If nothing is done, Gamp and Light will either be struck by lightning or burned to death in a sea of ​​fire.

Gamp looked at the light, a look of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Light slowly spoke: "The main body is still on its way."

"So?" A look of disappointment flashed in Gamp's eyes, but Guang still spoke slowly, "You've broken the secrecy law. There's no point in continuing this fight."

"Go back and think of ways to deal with the governments of various countries, then hold an Immortal Blood Feast, which I will officially attend."

A thoughtful look appeared on Gamp's face. With the light around, he wasn't worried about whether he could escape, but he was somewhat unwilling.

Gamp then smiled with relief. The Immortal Organization had been plotting for thousands of years, and he had waited for hundreds of years, all for immortality and to become a god.

Instead of fighting to the death with Moriarty and Hogwarts.

Gamp regained his senses, his triangular eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked around London before finally fixing his gaze on Moriarty.

"Such a huge mess, cleaning it up won't be an easy task."

"Moriarty, the Immortal Organization awaits you at the Blood Feast!"

"I hope you live to see that day."

Upon hearing this, Moriarty exclaimed, "What? Gamp and Hikaru are going to run away?"

But with thunder and lightning, where could they run?

Moriarty pulled out his holly wand and waved it repeatedly in the sea of ​​fire, stirring up raging waves of flame. Fire snakes burst forth, attacking Gamp and Light like ferocious beasts.

Gamp snorted and stopped using any magic at all, and the oppressive force of the God of Power on the light and dark aura gradually disappeared.

Moriarty's brows were furrowed; he had no intention of resisting at all and was determined to leave.

But what makes Gamp so sure they can leave?

Suddenly the light moved.

"Smack."

He patted Gamp on the shoulder, and Moriarty then noticed that the figure of Light was much taller than Gamp. Compared to Light, Gamp looked like a chubby little boy.

Guang raised another hand, placed it lightly on Gamp's head, and then slowly moved it down.

So people witnessed a scene that astonished them.

As the hand of light waved, it touched Gamp's face, body, and legs!

Gamp's head, body, and limbs disappeared little by little!

Moriarty's pupils dilated violently. He sensed no fluctuations in magic. Was this a unique spell of light? Or the power of the light element?

"Alchemy Matrix!"

Having developed the Anywhere Door, Moriarty's mental capacity increased fivefold. With the help of the Matrix's calculations, he attempted to see through the means of light.

However, Moriarty was disheartened to find that Moriarty couldn't see it!

At that moment, that hand of time seemed to press lightly on the top of his head.

As it was waved, it struck the head, chest, body, and legs of the figure...

The light has vanished!

"...Just like that, he disappeared?" Jericho, lying on the ground receiving treatment, stared blankly at the sky, his mouth agape. "He ran away?"

Lilith, Diana, Lockhart, and several other wizards whose injuries were not serious exchanged surprised glances.

Gamp and the light disappeared, but no one was happy.

"Boom!"

"Whoosh~"

All that remained in the city of London were the sounds of thunder and fire.

Moriarty was the first to come to his senses. He turned his head sharply to look north. That was the direction the Fairy King had just been blasted away, right?

Lockhart!

"We won this war!"

"Go there and find the Fairy King. Capture him alive if you can, and if not, take him dead!"

Moriarty shouted, his face beaming with undisguised joy. Lockhart understood; no matter how bizarre Gamp and the light's disappearances were, they had run away.

The remaining Fairy King, Larpo, Extis, and the Eskimos became expendable pawns.

The Fairy King's four armies and his demonized army also became lambs to the slaughter.

The war has dragged on to this point, alarming the entire world; it's time to consider post-war countermeasures.

Lockhart had spent more than half a year abroad gaining a keen political sense, and he immediately gave an impromptu speech.

Then a strange scene unfolded:

Under a gloomy sky, Lockhart stood on a war ruin, loudly rallying morale as waves of wizards charged headlong into the monstrous enemy army.

Then the British army finally arrived and, under Lockhart's command, cooperated with the wizards to annihilate the enemy.

Moriarty and Ishicher withdrew their elemental magic and landed on the ground. After taking turns fighting, even though they had plenty of magic, they were now feeling extremely tired.

"Sir, we've brought the clown!"

As soon as Moriarty landed, Leon ran over, his whole body radiating excitement.

Leon moved aside, and the Hogwarts pure-blood soldiers, carrying the Fairy King, walked over.

The Fairy King was bruised and unconscious, and Moriarty laughed. The short Fairy King was bound tightly with iron chains, like a mummy. They must hate the Fairy King to the core.

"Take it back to Slytherin Castle," Moriarty said to Leon. "We can get a lot of information out of it."

"Once it's no longer useful, I'll take it to the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts and execute it." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Moriarty's eyes.

How dare you invade our Hogwarts?

No one at Hogwarts doesn't hate the Fairy King.

"Mr. Moriarty!"

Quirrell reports again that the young wizard is leading the Auror squad in this war, forming two sharp blades with Leon.

"Extis has been besieged until only a skeleton remains. It's only a matter of time before we take it down, but we searched for Larpo, and Larpo is nowhere to be found."

Moriarty nodded to indicate that he understood. Even if Extis's life box could not be found, Extis could still be resurrected.

However, the Eskimos were absolutely doomed.

Moriarty looked toward a battlefield marked by flames, where Dumbledore and Grindelwald had nearly killed an Inuit, and now the Aurors were finishing him off, the Inuit's screams piercing the sky.

The secret to Larpo's immortality hasn't been cracked yet, so even if you kill Larpo, you can still be resurrected. So just let him escape.

Moriarty's brow unfurrowed as Muggle soldiers and Aurors ran past him and rushed toward the battlefield; the battle was drawing to a close.

Although Gump and Light escaped, there is no doubt that Hogwarts won this war; they achieved a great victory.

"Hey, my good sir, see if I'm up to the task."

Jericho's teasing voice came from the front. He was being carried on a stretcher, his stomach wrapped in thick bandages, his face pale, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Are you... still living in the past?" Moriarty was both amused and exasperated. Despite having modern medical technology, Jericho was behaving like an ancient wounded soldier.

"Professor Polly said she'd treat me, but it'll be a combination of magic and modern medical technology. Let her do what she wants; nothing serious has happened to me anyway." Jericho chuckled, scratching his head. "I just hope she doesn't turn me into a cyborg."

"No, don't worry about getting better. Go on." Moriarty patted Jericho on the shoulder and saw his friend off.

"Master," Cappadocia's soft voice rang out as she and a group of vampires approached, Violet being held in her arms. "Master, we must go back."

Moriarty nodded understandingly: "Can the Queen cure Violet?"

"It's not a big problem," Cappadocia said gently, glancing at Violet. Moriarty also stroked the little tail's forehead tenderly. "Go on, after we finish up here, I'll go to the Vantor Manor to see you."

After seeing off the vampires, Lilith and Diana helped each other toward Moriarty. Their injuries were the least severe, so they could stay and clean up the battlefield.

Lilith and Diana's eyes lit up as they looked at Moriarty, about to say something, when suddenly there was a thud behind Moriarty, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Moriarty remembered that Ishcher had been following him after landing, so he turned around in confusion and saw Ishcher lying face down on the ground!

(Have a great weekend everyone! Let's start a new volume tomorrow!)