Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 324 Let's settle this matter today.

Old Hali Rock White Cliffs.

The neatly shaped white cliffs stand tall in the sea.

This fragile land is composed of chalk formed from the bones and corpses of plankton from 66 million years ago.

Murphy looked down at the magnificent sight from the air, then threw a Muggle banishing spell downwards.

In the magical vision, a ripple spread outwards, while on the coast, in a place where one person could stand in the optical field of vision, two enormous balls of magical energy were as clear as campfires in the night.

The Disillusionment Spell can distort light and erase people or objects from the background, but the magical fluctuations of the spell itself will not disappear.

"What a pleasant surprise," Murphy smiled.

Sending a few lightning crows to monitor Nurmengard was actually a side move by Murphy. If the Wizarding Federation continued to press the issue, he planned to try releasing Grindelwald to cause them some trouble.

However, the Wizarding Union no longer poses any threat to Murphy, but because of this little trick, he discovered the cooperation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

At the time, Lightning Raven was too far away to know what the two were saying, but seeing the magical colors emanating from them now, he knew their purpose.

But what about the Virgin Mary?

Beneath the tower, they had clearly seen a man who looked like an ascetic priest, obviously someone from the Virgin Mary's faction, but he was nowhere to be found.

In other words, the Virgin Mary doesn't intend to do it herself?

It's a bit of a pity that we can't catch them all at once.

He contacted Lady Jaga through the telepathic network, saying, "Madam, please inform the Queen that the time has come; I need to borrow that thing."

After receiving the reply, he immediately transformed into a bolt of lightning and landed on the ground, revealing his form.

He took a few steps on the grass and released a Primal Manifestation spell, but as expected, there was no reaction.

But at that moment, two figures Apparated into his side, and one of them pointed his wand at the ground, "Spatial Anchor!"

This anti-Apparition spell immediately sealed off the surrounding space, turning it into an area where spatial movement was impossible, just like Hogwarts and Nurmengard.

Dumbledore's spatial anchor was extremely powerful; Murphy could sense that even his newly mastered "Lightning Raven Teleportation" was being disabled.

However, he didn't seem flustered at all. Not only could he turn into lightning and leave, but he could also quickly escape the battle simply by using his flying technique. It would be difficult to surround and kill him by relying solely on spatial blockade.

"Professor," Murphy turned around, "it's been a long time."

"Murphy," Dumbledore said, looking at him with a complex expression, "it's been a long time."

Murphy looked at Grindelwald on the other side. "Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, it's a pleasure to meet you. I actually considered releasing you at one point. Firstly, it would cause some trouble for the Wizarding Federation, and secondly, I thought you might understand my actions."

"Oh?" Grindelwald looked at him, asking curiously, "Then why didn't you do that?"

"On the one hand, my messenger observed the magic that imprisoned you and discovered that it was a ritual spell. To break it without killing you, one would either need magic power far exceeding that of the caster or a specific key. I think it might be difficult for me to free you unharmed."

"On the other hand, I actually have some doubts about your position."

"As it turns out, these doubts weren't unfounded," Murphy said, glancing at the two of them. "After all, so-called stances and standards are reserved for those who don't care."

"If you ask me, this kid's got a good tongue," Grindelwald said. "No wonder you can't outmaneuver him, Albus."

"Murphy, stop," Dumbledore said.

More than a year has passed since their last meeting, and Dumbledore is far from the composed man he once was. Back then, he had the energy to observe and assess Murphy, but now he has been forced to resort to brute force to solve the problem.

He looked extremely tired.

"Haven't we already discussed this, Professor?" Murphy said with a smile. "You haven't convinced me."

"Breaking the Wizarding Secrecy Act is extremely dangerous, Murphy. I'm not exaggerating, and this danger doesn't just concern Muggles," Dumbledore said. "You are about to disrupt an established balance, and our world could very well face destruction as a result."

"If you really want to convince me, you'd better present concrete evidence instead of continuing with this ambiguous talk," Murphy said. "Frankly, I really dislike riddle-makers. You'd better explain clearly what this so-called danger actually is."

"..."

"Tell him, Albus," Grindelwald said. "You don't have to take responsibility for this yourself."

Dumbledore hesitated for a long time, but finally sighed, "No, I can't take that risk."

Grindelwald frowned, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, it seems that's the only way."

Seeing the murderous intent flashing in Grindelwald's eyes, Murphy smiled. "Don't rush. I know you're here to kill me, but hold on."

"You know?" Grindelwald was taken aback.

"It's not hard to guess. If it were Professor Dumbledore himself, he probably wouldn't have gone this far. He's not the kind of person who easily resorts to extreme measures. But Mr. Grindelwald, with you here, I believe the professor can understand what it means to 'for the greater good'."

"In that case, why aren't you running away?" Grindelwald asked.

"Why run away?" Murphy still smiled. "It wasn't easy for you two to find me, and it wasn't easy for me to find Professor Dumbledore either. Since we're already here, let's settle this matter today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly looked up and saw a figure riding on a giant eagle appear abruptly in mid-air after a blinding flash of lightning.

Immediately afterwards, a curtain of light, like water, suddenly spread out from the figure's raised hands toward the horizon, forming a nearly transparent, lid-like hemisphere.

The next moment, the beam of light extended to the sea surface, and with a "boom," a piece of chalk rock was cut off and fell into the sea.

"What is this...?" Grindelwald asked in astonishment.

"St. Peter's Wall!" Dumbledore stared in astonishment at the enormous barrier that stretched from the sky to the sea, his eyes filled with disbelief. "They say you have close ties with the wizards of Sue, but... how did you manage to borrow this treasure from them?"

"Who told me to be the guardian shaman of Al-Kaim?" Murphy said.

"However, even with the Queen's guarantee, I can only borrow this for an hour. Time is of the essence, let's get started quickly."

As he spoke, he raised his head and addressed the sky, "Great Shaman Maxim, please seal off the magic in this area!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure riding on the back of a giant eagle descended from the sky, muttering a long incantation, and then the war drums sounded.

The feeling of having his connection to magic severed, which he had experienced during his battle with Alexei, returned to Murphy.

Within this space, the power of the spell was greatly weakened.

(End of this chapter)