I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

3pm.

Elizabeth Tower, also known as Big Ben, on the banks of the Thames.

Even without maintenance for half a year, it still accurately tells the city's hourly time.

The low and distant sound rang out, silencing many restless people. As the radio broadcasted it, the soothing bells also rang throughout the world.

Whether watching the TV, radio, or in person, everyone is in high spirits at this moment, and the time has come.

"Look at the sky!" Among the wizards hiding around, someone with sharp eyes noticed something unusual in the sky in the distance.

As time goes by, not only wizards, but also media reporters and survivor werewolves, more and more people turn their eyes to the sky.

The dark and dark gray clouds are constantly billowing, as if there are some unknown creatures stirring up inside.

Then, an area in the middle of the clouds suddenly turned orange-red, and the hot flames burned through the thick clouds, forming a bright beam of light that fell to the ground like bright fireworks.

At this moment, the people below, who were looking forward to it, also made a slight commotion and exclaimed - "It's a dragon!"

As more people raised their heads, a huge silver-white, ferocious and terrifying creature loomed in the clouds.

Dense and thick white scales, bronze dragon horns filled with cold light on the head, huge gray-white eyes looking down without a trace of emotion, venting countless coldness and killing.

This is a sturdy Ukrainian iron-bellied dragon, the largest known dragon species in existence, with a body length of more than 30 meters. Even the ferocious Hungarian Treetoposaurus is a younger brother in front of it.

The appearance of the mythical creature shocked the surviving werewolves below.

In fact, it is easy to understand. After all, they were just low-level civilians half a year ago. In Western culture, the fear of ferocious dragons has already been deeply rooted in their bones, just like ordinary little wizards are afraid of werewolves.

"Let's go down." Ian stood on the giant dragon's head, looked at the thick clouds aside, and said calmly: "Control them for a while, don't have any overreactions, the dragon's role is only a deterrent."

Soon, a reply came from the clouds: "Don't worry, Principal Titus! After the Dragon's Breath Flame, they will be left alone."

"That's good!"

After saying this, Ian jumped up.

After flying freely for about a few seconds, the blue magic nebula suddenly rose around him, making Ian float firmly in the air.

As if this was a signal, the clouds began to roll violently, and countless Ministry of Magic employees riding broomsticks, wearing uniform black robes and tall wizard hats, shot out from the clouds like sharp arrows. .

After falling from the sky, they then lined up neatly behind Ian.

Silence, solemnity.

Although there were only about less than 2,000 wizards, the momentum rising in the air steadily suppressed the 20,000 werewolves below.

And just when everyone was in shock, another huge roar came from the sky, and countless orange-red flames rose.

The Australian Opaleye Dragon, the Welsh Green Dragon, the Chinese Fireball Dragon, the Hesidian Black Dragon, the Swedish Brachynosaurus... all kinds of huge and ferocious dragons disappeared in a flash.

Under the ravages of these ancient creatures, the clouds that had been hanging over London for several days were finally shattered.

The soft sunlight penetrated the gaps between the clouds and cast beams of light, shining on Ian and the wizards from the Ministry of Magic behind him. The wizards in mid-air were like the gods on Mount Olympus in Greek mythology. Everyone exuded Brilliant halo.

Especially Ian, who is floating in mid-air at the front, with his exquisite three-dimensional facial features, reflected by the magic nebula and golden sunlight, makes people feel more and more that this is the portrayal of the mythical God King Zeus.

This scene was broadcast live to all parts of the world via satellite. Just the scene of the appearance has made many people unforgettable for a long time.

At this time, Ian stretched out his finger and tapped his throat gently, and the magic with a loud voice was activated.

"It is undoubtedly tragic that a disaster has swept through our once peaceful and beautiful world, and countless lives have been lost."

Ian's voice was calm and emotional. Along with his words, many people seemed to be reminded of their daily life before the fungus attack, which was happy and ordinary.

"Similarly, this disaster also caused many people to lose friends, relatives, and loved ones... so that the people who survived always live in grief and hatred. Of course! I am not qualified to ask any of you to forgive others."

Speaking of this, Ian paused deliberately for a few seconds.

"We always seem to be in exile for the meaning of life. In fact, this is just to cover up that we have not found a place we are willing to stop yet. After all, as long as we live, life will eventually continue..."

Ian's words spread all over the world through television and radio. Not only Muggles and wizards, but also more survivor werewolves fell into thinking.

"However, the future is left to the future!" Ian suddenly changed the topic and said in a stern tone:

"But any grief and hatred are no reasons for us to impose atrocities on innocent people!"

Speaking of this, Ian stretched out his hand and pointed at the werewolf below.

"You can take revenge. This is your right! But you cannot harm other survivors unscrupulously. Like you, they also suffer from the pain of losing their loved ones."

These words are also Ian's carefully thought-out words to control the scope of conflicts and divide the werewolf group. After all, the number of 600 million is really frightening.

To put it bluntly, it means making a batch, pulling a batch, and watching a batch.

Moreover, in his heart, there is no doubt that the survivor werewolf has the right to revenge.

But if you want revenge, you should find the right target, the Muggle dignitaries, rather than reaching out to the weak who are also victims.

"Ms. Bones!"

Following Ian's soft call, Amiraya Bones, Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic in England, walked out of the team on a broomstick.

Holding the wand against his throat in one hand and a piece of vintage parchment in the other, he read loudly:

"Decree of the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain and Northern Ireland: On July 13, 1995, 120 female survivors of the Isle of Wight were illegally abducted and detained at the werewolf gathering place in Oxford Street, Westminster, Greater London... The brutal murder of Cornwall on July 31, 1995 He killed 35 survivors in the county and insulted the corpses of the deceased..."

One by one, as Ms. Bones read aloud, the crimes of the werewolves entrenched here were also revealed to the public.

These included those heinous behaviors towards some women and even girls. Even far away in the eco-city, Harry's uncle Fenon couldn't help but clench his hands and curse these beasts.

About a quarter of an hour.

"...The above, the Ministry of Magic has discussed the Wizengamot Conference and decided as follows: The 21,354 werewolves in Oxford Street will not be arrested and tried, but will be executed on the spot."

Ms. Bones delivered the sentence with great force.

As her words fell, different cheers erupted from all over the world, and even many survivor werewolves were cheering.

No way, this group of people on Oxford Street have gone too far, and all their actions are outrageous.

Different from the cheers of others, the eyes of the more than 20,000 werewolves gathered at this moment became fierce after hearing the execution.

Countless people picked up the weapons that had been hidden at hand, including firearms of various calibers, light and heavy machine guns, and even some RPG rocket launchers.

After all, although the Muggles live in the eco-city, many of the things in it have not been completely removed, and these conventional weapons have slipped through the net.

Xiaodi strives for the finale in the next chapter. It may take a long time to write today, but I will try my best not to delay it until tomorrow.