A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1115 An Earth-Shattering Battle (Part 1)

William stood atop the stone steps, gazing at the man who had descended to earth, and proclaimed in a clear voice:

"Whether you are a god or not, I can never be your servant, and you will not give up the Deathly Hallows, nor will you let me and those who possess the Hallows go."

And many of them happen to be my close friends.

In the end, we're talking past each other, and it will come down to who has the bigger fist and who's right.

"So..." He smirked, a cold smile playing on his lips, "I haven't killed a god yet! Perfect, I'll use you as practice."

Death was momentarily stunned. How many years had it been since he had heard such arrogant words?

The four giants from a thousand years ago, or Merlin from fifteen hundred years ago?

Or perhaps, back then, when he personally slaughtered the previous Grim Reaper, he also uttered such bold words?

But in any case, he has lived to this day and will continue to live forever and rule the world!

William reached for the safety watch; though his words were arrogant, they weren't entirely unfounded.

That's right. Based on his previous strength, he hadn't even surpassed Voldemort. Facing Death, he would surely face a nine-out-of-ten chance of survival.

But knowing that death was coming, how could he not prepare in advance?

William quickly pulled out a gold glove.

The gloves were made of magical metal, with six clusters of black substance embedded in the back, resembling six gems.

Its design resembles Thanos's Infinity Gauntlet, but it's an alchemical artifact crafted by Nico and can hold... the Obscurus!

When a young wizard suppresses his magical abilities, a powerful, dark magical life form will emerge.

That is, silently.

There are young wizards who, when out of control, can even fight against more than a dozen adult wizards at the same time without being at a disadvantage.

Strong, of course... After all, it's something you trade your life for; even the Silent Ones rarely live past ten.

As for why William had so many silent protesters, it was certainly not something he fabricated.

Last summer, while in the United States, the Purge leader, Grevis, captured young wizards and trained them to become Obscurials.

Grevis detonated the Obscurus, directly destroying New York City.

After William and Hermione stopped him, they rescued the innocent little wizard from his residence and found many Obscurials that had been separated from him.

William could not leave such a "nuclear weapon" to the Magical Congress of America, so he took it back to Britain.

He didn't want to use this power in the first place.

Obscurus is a dangerous substance that not only corrodes the body but also poses a risk of "nuclear explosion".

But the current situation is far more than just an urgent matter.

In that case, we must do extraordinary things in extraordinary times.

William did not transplant the Obscurus directly into his body, because he wouldn't have lived long under such corrosive effects.

The only way to safely utilize this powerful force is through Nico and the alchemy book.

Nico truly lives up to his reputation as the world's strongest alchemist; he actually created this glove before Death arrived.

Once William wore it, he was able to use it as a transit point to draw upon this power in a slightly "gentler" way.

This is why he dared to face death; he has given his all for this battle!

William's eyes were resolute, and as he put the glove on his left hand, his magical power surged.

This immense magical power far surpasses that of Voldemort at his peak, making him practically a humanoid... Philosopher's Stone!

The man also noticed William's sudden surge in aura, but he just smiled slightly and didn't care.

He had seen far too many methods of forcibly increasing strength, and had even invented quite a few himself.

It might be useful against a wizard, but if you think you can defeat him with this, then Death is a joke.

Between mortals and death,

There is an insurmountable gap!

The man wasn't even prepared to do it himself; he crossed his arms and chanted an incantation, as if summoning something.

William's momentum finally reached its peak, and he leaped off the stone steps.

It plunged to the foot of the mountain.

It crashed into death.

William, who had secretly learned Voldemort's flying magic, flew like a sea eagle, instantly leaping over a hundred meters of stone steps.

When he fell to the ground, his knees were slightly bent, and the magic that unintentionally emanated from his body even created a crater several meters high at the foot of the mountain.

William leaped out of the pit and effortlessly unleashed seventeen Avada Kedavra spells in an instant.

Each killing curse was as thick as a giant python, and in the blink of an eye, it pounced upon them like a dense laser net.

"Are you calling upon your basilisk?" William began to lose his composure, and he scoffed.

"It won't be able to come; it will be killed soon and made into snake soup!"

That serpent monster's fighting power is at least at the level of a Venetian water dragon.

William simply couldn't possibly deal with both the basilisk and Death at the same time.

The only option is for Dumbledore and Newt to ambush and kill them halfway.

The man paid no attention, or perhaps he was too slow to react; he neither dodged nor avoided the green light, but instead met it head-on.

Death flicked his finger, striking a beam of green light, and the Death Curse vanished instantly.

A small cut appeared on the man's fingertip, but it quickly returned to normal before it could bloom into a bloody flower.

The curse of Avada Kedavra, which has yet to be lifted, failed to work on the man for the first time, appearing only as a faint glow.

He casually caught the dozen or so green lights that followed.

He intercepted the energy beam formed by Avada Kedavra, and like a spear, casually tossed it into the air, where it floated.

Such a high-density, aggregated black magic was easily solidified and even played with in his hands!

It's completely beyond my imagination.

Death swept his hand in a semicircle, and the green spear solidified by the Killing Curse circled around before lunging at William.

Suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

William's sleeves fluttered and rustled as he flicked his wand.

The torrential rain, like splashes of ink, was drawn in and condensed into a line of water swords, shooting towards the green light.

The man smiled dismissively.

The green spear and the water sword clashed together, and the water sword, which William had hoped would change the trajectory of the killing curse, was torn apart and splattered into countless fragments.

The next second, Avada Kedavra exploded, a chilling shockwave carrying an aura of destruction bursting forth from that point.

A massive shockwave shot straight into the sky in an instant.

At the same time, William clasped his hands together, and the black mist enveloped him, barely resisting the devastation of the rising waves.

He whispered, "Undead fanaticism!"

The black mist instantly enveloped the sky and earth, plunging everything into darkness, as if everything had frozen in time.

No one noticed that six dark forces, tracing a huge arc, drifted over.

These monsters, formed from the silent, immense magic of the Silent One, launched a silent attack on Death.

Despite being shrouded in darkness, the man suddenly reached out his right hand without warning, and Mo Mo Ran, who had been quietly approaching, had no way to avoid it and was tightly gripped in his palm.

A silent, violent power swirled between his fingers as Death, with one hand behind his back, looked down.

Like a child seeing something interesting, reaching out with both palms facing each other, gently stroking, and catching a second silent creature.

The two tigers lay silently, like captured cubs, no longer able to struggle even slightly.

William raised his wand, clenched his left hand, and all the silence descended upon Death.

They spewed beams of light from their mouths, their fierce and unparalleled magic raging across the sky.

boom!

Death waved his arm with one hand, striking six times in quick succession around him in an instant, seemingly nonchalant and casual, not like a deadly counterattack, but rather like a casual instruction.

A moment later, six loud explosions rang out, creating six large craters that nearly shattered eardrums.

The man moved slowly and gently, easily tearing through the black mist and looking into the distance.

It turned out that William had already completed the magic during this time.

He curled his fingers, crossed the second joints of the four fingers of his left hand and the three fingers of his right hand, and made a complex trajectory with the wand.

Raise it high again, pointing it towards the sky.

The rain in the sky grew heavier, as if someone were pouring seawater from mid-air, determined to drown the fish.

This was done by William on purpose.

The so-called prehistoric mysteries are divided into two domains:

One is the use of one's own energy;

For example, the power of love... knowing how to use it can even be enough to deflect Avada Kedavra.

The use of many forms of dark magic requires the support of feelings of hatred.

This has already tainted some of the mysteries of prehistoric times.

Another approach is the use of natural energy.

Death, carrying the seawater, flooded Constantinople; he triggered a volcanic eruption… these are all advanced applications of prehistoric mysteries.

Natural disasters are the most difficult force to resist for both Muggles and wizards.

Even a nuclear explosion is far less significant than an earthquake or a volcanic eruption.

This power of nature is the secret of prehistoric times, and the reason why it is so strong.

William learned some prehistoric secrets from Vivian.

With the support of the immense power of the six Obscurians, and the wand made of elderberry and ivory... the final result is this:

He instantly unleashed the rainfall expected for the next three years.

It won't rain here for the next three years!

Billions of raindrops, strung together, form a waterfall in the sky, covering the heavens like a dark, oppressive mass, seemingly capable of destroying mountains and overturning the earth.

This is undoubtedly a world-destroying spectacle.

William raised his wand, and the waterfall suspended in mid-air was pulled apart. The tip of the wand pointed and transformed into a water tornado, which struck the Grim Reaper who stood with his hands behind his back and his head raised.

Death slid backward a short distance, leaped lightly, and slammed his fist down onto the endless waterspout.

The floodwaters were forced downwards, crashing into the ground and tearing open a huge crack.

William floated in mid-air, then suddenly waved his wand, pointing it towards the sky.

The waterspout traced an arc underground before emerging from the surface. The arc continued, eventually forming a large circle that once again pointed towards death.

Thunder rumbled, and William stood high above, amidst the lightning and thunder, he seemed more like the Grim Reaper looking down upon the world!

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(End of this chapter)