A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1118 The Death of William

Streaks of rainbow light flashed across the sky, hurtling straight toward the earth at top speed.

They were moving so fast that the tails of those meteorites trailed blinding flames, a dazzling spectacle.

This peculiar astronomical phenomenon was witnessed by countless people at the same time.

Quite a few boys actually saw a shooting star and made a wish with their boyfriends, hoping to grow old together.

At that moment, British Prime Minister John Major was sitting at 10 Downing Street, picking up a Cuban cigar and sniffing it.

He's in a good mood right now.

A few days ago, the wizard came to inform him that the war was over.

From now on, strange phenomena will never happen again in Britain!

In the past two years, Major has almost been forced to resign due to the "ignorance" of the public.

If the Wizarding Wars don't end, he'll definitely be forced to step down this year.

But...

Major lit his cigar and took a deep drag.

That guy named Anthony Blair wants to take over his job? Go to hell!

The door was pushed open, and the secretary rushed in, flustered and panting, saying:

"Mr. Prime Minister, sir..."

"Calm down, Roger." Major frowned and scolded, "How many times have I told you to stay calm in the face of important matters!"

Look at me, I'm calm and composed... that's why I was able to become Prime Minister.

By the way, what happened?

"The sky... a meteorite... a meteorite... is hurtling towards London!"

Major's hand trembled, and the cigar almost went up into his nose.

He quickly stood up, walked to the window, and looked up at the sky.

A massive fireball is hurtling towards us.

"What's up!"

When the cigar fell to the ground, Prime Minister Major cursed:

"Fuck you!"

A generous gift of crabs!

He wanted to say a few more refined and easygoing words, but suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

Roger shouted, "Help! The Prime Minister is having a heart attack!"

……

Not only London, but several cities were about to be hit by meteorites.

If they all came crashing down, half of Britain would be sunk.

William naturally saw this scene as well. He looked up at the sky and remained silent.

This move was nothing to him; he could easily dodge it by using Phantom Form.

But he can dodge, while Muggles can't.

Death used this move simply to deplete Merlin's power within him.

But William still had to stop it.

This is an open conspiracy!

He raised his trident, and six beams of white light flew into the distance.

As the meteorite approached the ground, ripples of varying heights spread out around it, like countless pebbles hitting a calm lake, before disappearing into the air.

In the Atlantic Ocean, a white light appeared, and the meteorites fell into the water.

This wondrous scene, resembling a magical interplay of time and space, is like the work of a god.

This move is cool, but it consumes too much energy.

William gave Death no time to continue summoning meteors; he raised his trident and leaped into the air.

The man tilted his head back slightly and gripped a section of the halberd handle with both hands.

William raised his right hand, without any fancy spells or incantations, simply lifting his wand and pointing it forward.

The man dared not take the blow head-on, and suddenly turned to the side to avoid the tip of the cane.

Sure enough, just as he managed to dodge to the side, a white rainbow appeared.

The power of that curse was incredibly fierce, tearing a hundred-meter-long crack in the ground.

At the same time, William raised his right leg, his knee flashing with black flames, and slammed it into Death's stomach.

Death had no choice but to release his trident and lower one hand to block the swift knee strike.

His expression suddenly changed, as if he had been struck by lightning from behind.

The killing intent was still the same curse from the beginning. After shooting into the ground, it made a sharp turn and circled back.

With a gentle breath, Death dispelled the terrifying curse that nearly pierced his back.

William raised his trident and fired a black beam of death light.

After the man was struck by the light, the black rainbow followed him like a shadow, and his body was knocked backward time and time again.

This powerful attack lasted for a full minute, and the battlefield advanced by several miles.

Finally, William leaped into the air, threw his halberd with one hand, and hurled the weapon with all his might.

As the dust settled, the trident pierced through Death's body, its tip embedded in the ground, diagonally planted in the earth.

The man suddenly stopped when his back touched the ground, and then he was eerily suspended in the air before slowly standing up.

He floated in mid-air, merely smiling. He threw a punch at the trident, and the fatal wound began to slowly heal.

William frowned, then flicked his finger, causing the trident to dissipate into light and shadow, returning to his hand.

That last attack had drained a lot of his strength.

But Death did not die.

Or rather, he died and was resurrected.

William raised his wand again, surrounded by a swirling mass of dark clouds.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the electric light gradually intertwined to form a ball lightning bolt.

And amidst the lightning, there were continuous, leaping streaks of snow-white lightning, resembling a thunderous domain.

William's wand trembled, and the lightning-filled orb merged into one, circling Death's body again and again.

He raised his left and right hands, simultaneously aiming his trident and wand at the Grim Reaper within the lightning field.

Countless orbs of light rippled and surged, imbued with thunderous power, before being directly detonated.

Sharp explosions rang out incessantly, and all that could be seen was lightning.

Lightning bolts carrying high voltage break through the air and occasionally extend along the cracked ground towards the mantle.

When the light disappeared, the Grim Reaper in the center of the arena had been completely carbonized, with occasional white lightning bolts swirling and hissing.

A strong wind blows, crushing bones and scattering ashes, yet the dust remains scattered but not chaotic.

Countless slender red threads floated out, canceling out the white electricity, and the flesh and blood were restored.

Before the man had fully recovered his physical form, he charged at William again.

He seemed determined to rely on his immortality to wear William down.

William had no choice but to swing his trident again, slicing through the man's shield as easily as cutting through tofu.

He suddenly raised his wand, suspending Death in mid-air.

With both hands gripping the trident, William slammed it down, piercing the man's body.

The trident suddenly unleashed a massive burst of magical power, completely destroying Death's body, even annihilating its ashes.

But then he reappeared in the distance.

However, Tom's body had completely shattered, like a piece of porcelain on the verge of breaking, cracking open in a horrifying way.

Not only her face, but her entire body also met such a tragic end.

But it was William who looked unwell.

Killing Death three times in a row depleted much of his power.

The power left behind by Merlin and the four giants is like a lake without a source.

It seems like a lot, but every time it's used, the lake level drops until it finally dries up.

Death, however, keeps rising again and again, making it impossible to kill him completely.

If we don't fight him... he'll just keep summoning meteors to deliberately deplete that power.

William is now in a dilemma.

Death laughed loudly, completely unconcerned about Tom's decaying body, and instead mocked:

"It is not your power, and ultimately it is not yours."

Even if they surpass me for a short time, they will eventually be exhausted after being worn down little by little.

But I am immortal, and my power is inexhaustible!

I am God!

The man raised his bare skeletal arm, palms together, and twisted it violently, causing the hand to suddenly flip over.

The gravity around William actually changed!

His knees gradually bent, his whole body enveloped in magic, desperately resisting this power.

But soon, William, who had already exhausted himself, showed signs of exhaustion for the first time, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Death's cold smile deepened as he slowly walked into the gravity field.

Completely unaffected, he raised an arm, grabbed William's neck, pulled him down, and slammed him hard into the ground.

Like a comet hitting the ground.

The earth cracked open, revealing a bottomless pit.

Death intertwined its fingers, then grasped a mountain from afar and smashed it down on William.

Blood soaked through their clothes and stained the earth red.

William lay there in the blood, on the verge of death, his vision blurred, staring blankly at the sky.

Death stood before William, now fully transformed into the black-robed skeleton.

The voice was icy cold as it said:

All men must die.

All people need to be served.

you,

Are you ready?

Offering your soul to Death?

Death summoned the Spear of Longinus from the air.

He had given this gun to another wizard who killed Jesus, and it was still stained with Jesus' blood.

William's eyes gradually became unfocused, and he murmured:

"Grindelwald, is this the one you mentioned...?"

Death raised the Spear of Longinus, but then abruptly turned its head away.

If, in the past, when it was discovered that Merlin still possessed power in the mortal realm... Death was at most furious, but not overly worried.

So at this moment, it is...

Panic!

He was absolutely furious!

Of course, he wasn't that kind of fool; he didn't forget to finish the job, plunging the Spear of Longinus deep into William's chest.

Death turned and left.

William was finished off with the final blow, and he coughed up blood.

On his deathbed, Ruoyou gripped the trident beside him and unleashed the last of Merlin's power.

"Stonehenge... coming!"

Thirteen giant rocks descended from the sky, their chaotic magic flowing like a cascading Milky Way, forming an inescapable cage that trapped the Grim Reaper who wanted to escape.

Death roared, and his skeletal arm slammed into the ground, causing the entire earth to collapse.

But he couldn't leave Stonehenge.

William wanted to laugh as he watched Death's powerless rage.

But he could no longer speak, let alone make any facial expressions.

"This future...is indeed...desperate..."

William slowly closed his eyes.

"Is this what death tastes like?"

……

underworld,

A sprightly old man crossed the Bridge of Death, traversed the River Styx, and entered the Island of Death.

For thousands of years,

The island where Death resides has never been visited by a mortal.