Hogwarts Homecoming

Chapter 1315: Burning Paris (End)

Covering most of Paris, the drizzle seemed to have paused the city.

No matter what the Muggles were doing before, they all stood there with confused eyes, looking up at the sky.

In the Seine River, the white fire continued to evaporate the water vapor in this section of the river in an instant!

The steel used by the Muggles to build the iron tower could not withstand the temperature of the fire. In an instant, nearly 10,000 tons of steel melted into molten iron under the burning of the fire and then vaporized!

However, although the steel melted, the outer contour of the fire giant did not collapse.

The fire giant, which has the violent consciousness of destroying everything since its birth, instinctively maintains the huge image!

Roar!

The flames of the fire giant were rolling back, and ferocious magical creatures such as fire dragons, basilisks, and leopards were brewing.

Bang, bang, bang!

The thousand-foot-tall Fire Giant roared to the sky, tearing the air apart. Then, it stepped towards the river bank, leaving a huge and shocking footprint of fire on the riverbed it passed!

"Stop it, we must stop it!"

"At all costs!"

On the river bank, the two commanders, Old Hope and Alastor, who had hastily organized the team of survivors, roared with bloodshot eyes.

However, their roars were so weak compared to the roar of the Fire Giant.

The wizards were all crazy!

Hundreds and thousands of spells covered the Fire Giant like a barrage of bullets from a Muggle machine gun, but most of the spells were dissipated at the roar of the demon that came to the world. The remaining spells not only had no effect, but also contributed to the towering body of the Fire Giant like a mountain!

Even a battle-hardened wizard like old Hope was in despair.

Alastor, standing on the road parallel to the river, panted violently, and the magic eye in his eye socket seemed to be stuck and motionless.

Bang!

"We can't defeat this monster"

Some wizards fell to the ground, laughing miserably, looking at the demon of the fire that would crush them in just two more steps!

Paris, this city with a permanent history, seems destined to be reduced to ashes tonight!

Only Amosstar Blaine!

Only Albus Dumbledore!

Only this kind of great magician who is rarely seen in a thousand years can prevent the fire of this degree from continuing to cause trouble!

However, they are not in Paris at the moment, and when they arrive, Paris has been burned down.

The surging heat waves rolled in one after another, and even the air was distorted.

The glass of the Muggle buildings on this side of the river had been shattered when the wizards and the steel giants fought before, and the high temperature of the fire burned the colorful walls to fade, char and crack!

The wizards who were blocking the way on the road had to retreat one after another. A few strong-willed wizards like Hope and Alastor were still trying to fight back, but it was useless!

A Fire Dragon was the first to separate from the Fire Giant, spread its twenty-foot-wide wings, and roared towards the wizards who were the last to resist on the road.

It's over.

Old Hope, whose hair and beard were curled by the scorch, also lowered his wand, and the light in his eyes became dim.

I'm afraid Amosta didn't expect that these prisoners of Eksta would be so crazy.

Although they wiped out all the prisoners tonight, they still failed.

And just before the Fire Dragon was about to play the killing music, a green light suddenly rose from the roof of a Muggle building behind the wizards.

The bright green light illuminated the night, and then, like a meteor, dragging a gorgeous tail flame, it crashed into the fire dragon!

Boom!

After the explosion that was enough to shake the void, the Fire Dragon and the meteor were both annihilated in the void!

The wizards were all stunned and looked back.

They saw a figure with flying skirts standing on the wall at the top of the building, holding up a magic wand emitting star-like green light!

"Don't despair!"

After the old voice, a series of firecracker-like bangs came from the wizards' heads, and then a group of wizards fell from the sky.

"Minister Bones!"

Alastor looked at the cold and solemn witch a few steps away in surprise, and then Alastor's magic eyes trembled, and his expression became more and more touched.

"You shouldn't come here. If you all die here tonight, the magic world will be over!"

"If we can't stop this Fire Giant, then the magic world will really be over--"

Chairman Kohaug of the Magic Congress of the United States said with a wry smile.

Breath.

The towering, ferocious-looking Fire Giant made Old Bana, who was in front of everyone, breathe deeply.

In just a few breaths, the high temperature made him sweat profusely and his hair and beard were scorched.

In a trance, time seemed to have returned to that night in Paris half a century ago, when the first wizard named the Dark Lord in a thousand years ignited a fire that was enough to destroy Paris at the tomb of Père Lachaise!

"Fairies, wizards!"

Old Bana, whose frail body swayed in the raging fire wind, turned his head and shouted loudly,

"You are the last barrier of Paris, surround the giant, everyone, insert your wand into the ground!"

The giant beasts separated from the Fire Giant scattered in all directions and pounced on everything that could burn.

There was no time for the wizards to hesitate. The wizards and fairies who had rekindled their fighting spirit moved at the sound and disappeared on the spot.

"Now, use all your strength!!!"

Old Bana roared,

"All curses are over!!!"

The unyielding roars of wizards and goblins resounded throughout Paris!

Boom!

Then the earth shook violently and cracked into cracks, and endless golden light poured out from the cracks, turning into an indestructible barrier under the night, instantly trapping the thousand-foot-high giant of the fire!

The fire and the barrier collided with a deafening roar.

But this roar could not overwhelm the unwilling and unyielding roars of those wizards who fought one after another and sacrificed their lives to make the magic civilization shine brighter in this era of continued decline of magic!

It's over.

This night in Paris that was destined to be recorded in history is finally coming to an end.

The living will be regarded as heroes by the world.

And the dead heroes will be immortal forever, and their names will shine in the historical books of magic civilization for thousands of years!

However, the wizards tonight forgot that there was a house-elf who sacrificed his life for their victory.

Kreacher.

Sirius retracted his gaze and stared blankly at Kreacher, whose body had lost its temperature in his arms.

For most of his past life, he hated Kreacher.

Because Kreacher always exuded a stinking, decayed smell of the Black family.

Only after returning from Azkaban, he and Kreacher took back Regulus' body together, and their relationship eased a little.

But——

Why was he heartbroken?

Sirius thought lightly

Perhaps it was because, now, the only person who witnessed his first half of his life trying desperately to get out of the Black family but never succeeded in the first half of his life, was Kreacher?

The hostess said that Master Sirius was also the pride of the Black family.

Is this true?

Sirius's mouth moved, and his heart was filled with absurdity.

Would his hopeless mother really say such a thing?

Sure enough, it was Kreacher's hallucination before his death, right?

"Is the mission Voldemort gave you to kill me?"

Holding Kreacher's body tightly, Sirius looked at Vitia Cleona with a complicated expression.

In the eyes of the world, Voldemort's right-hand man, the dark witch with some unclear relationship with Amosta, Vitia Cleona.

She had saved his life twice, if tonight is counted.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to suddenly attack--"

Vitia looked at Kreacher in Sirius' arms, with a sad tone.

"Answer my question, is the mission Voldemort gave you to kill me?"