Homecoming from Hogwarts

Covering most of Paris, the drizzle seemed to have pressed the pause button for the city.

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

In the Seine River, the flames that dyed the sky white continued to evaporate all the water vapor in this section of the river in an instant!
The steel that the Muggles used to build the tower was simply unable to 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 was then vaporized!

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

Lihuo, who has possessed the violent consciousness of destroying everything since birth, instinctively maintains a huge image!
Roar!
The flames that were wafting around the Fire Giant rolled back, and ferocious magical creatures such as fire dragons, basilisks, and poisonous leopards were brewing.

Bang, bang, bang!

The thousand-foot-tall Fire Giant let out a roar that could tear the air apart, and then, it stepped towards the river bank step by step, leaving behind huge and shocking flaming footprints on the riverbed as it walked!
"Stop it, we must stop it!"

"at all costs!"

On the river bank, the two commanders, Old Hope and Alastor, who had hastily reorganized the team of survivors, were both screaming with bloodshot eyes.

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

The wizards are going crazy!
Hundreds and thousands of spells enveloped the Fire Giant like a barrage of bullets fired by a Muggle machine gun. However, most of the spells were dissipated at the roar of the demon that came into the world. The remaining spells not only had no effect, but also contributed to the Fire Giant's towering body like a mountain!

Even a battle-hardened wizard like Old Hope was in despair.
And Alastor was also standing on the road parallel to the river, panting violently, the demonic eye in his eye socket seemed to be stuck and motionless.

boom!
“We can’t defeat this monster”

Some wizards fell to the ground, looking at the fire demon with a miserable smile, thinking that they would be crushed to the ground in just two more steps!

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

Only Amos Tower Blaine!
Only Albus Dumbledore!
Only a great magician, rarely seen in a thousand years, can stop a fire of this magnitude from continuing to cause harm!

However, they were not in Paris at the moment, and by the time they arrived, Paris had already been burned down.

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

The glass of the Muggle buildings on this side of the river had been shattered in the previous confrontation between the wizards and the iron giant, and the high temperature of the fire had caused the colorful walls to fade, char and crack!
The wizards who were blocking the way on the road had to retreat again and again. A few strong-willed wizards like Hope and Alastor were still trying to fight back, but it was of no avail!

A fire dragon was the first to separate from the fire giant, spread its twenty-foot-wide wings, and roared towards the wizards on the road who were making their last stand.

ended.

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

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

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

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 dazzling green light illuminated the night sky, and then, like a meteor, it dragged a brilliant tail flame and slammed into the fire dragon!

boom!
After an explosion that was enough to shake the void, both the Fire Dragon and the Meteor were annihilated into the void!
The wizards were all stunned and turned around to look.

I saw a figure with flying skirt standing on the wall at the top of the building, holding high a magic wand emitting star-like green light!
“Don’t despair!”

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

"Minister Bones!"

Alastor looked at the witch a few steps away in surprise. She looked stern and solemn. Then, Alastor's magic eyes trembled and his expression became more touched.
"You shouldn't be here. If you all die here tonight, the wizarding world will be doomed!"

"If we can't stop this fire giant, then the magical world will really be doomed--"

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

Breathe.
The towering, ferocious-looking fire giant made old Bana, who was in the front of everyone, gasp deeply.

In just a few breaths, the high temperature made it sweat profusely and its hair and beard were singed.

Suddenly, time seemed to go back to that night in Paris half a century ago, when the first wizard named the Dark Lord in a thousand years started a fire in the tomb of Père Lachaise that was enough to destroy Paris!
"Goblins and wizards!"

Old Bana, whose frail body swayed in the raging wind, turned around and shouted loudly,
"You are the last barrier of Paris, surround the giant, everyone, stick your wands 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 goblins, who were eager to fight again, moved at the sound and disappeared on the spot.

"Now, use all your strength!!!"

Old Bana yelled,
"Every curse ends!!!"

The unyielding roars of wizards and goblins echoed throughout Paris!

Boom!

Then the ground shook violently and cracks appeared. Endless golden light poured out from the cracks, turning into an indestructible barrier under the night sky, instantly trapping the thousand-foot-tall fire giant!
The collision between the fire and the barrier made a deafening roar.

But this roar cannot overwhelm the unwilling and unyielding roars of those wizards who have fought bravely and risked their lives just to make the magical civilization shine more brightly in this era when magic is declining!

it's over.
This night in Paris that is destined to go down in history is finally coming to an end.

Those who are still alive will be regarded as heroes by the world.

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The spirits of the dead heroes will be immortal forever, and their names will shine brightly 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 withdrew his gaze and looked blankly at Kreacher, whose body had lost its temperature in his arms.

For most of his life, he had hated Kreacher.

Because Kreacher always exudes the stinky, decadent smell of the Black family.

It was only after he returned from Azkaban and he and Kreacher recovered Regulus' body that their relationship eased a little.

but--
Why is he heartbroken?
Sirius thought faintly
Perhaps it was because, now, the only person who witnessed the painful first half of his life in which he tried desperately to break away from the Black family but never succeeded was Kreacher?

The hostess said that Master Sirius is also the pride of the Black family
is this real?
The corners of Sirius' mouth twitched, and his heart was filled with absurdity.

Would his hopeless mother really say such a thing?

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

"The mission Voldemort gave you was 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 Vitia Cleona, has some unclear relationship with Amosta.

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

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to do that so suddenly--"

Vitia looked at Kreacher in Sirius' arms, her tone gloomy.

"Answer my question, is Voldemort's mission to you to kill me?"

Sirius asked again. He knew that he was no match for Vitia, but he was not afraid.

The joint forces were right below, and even Vitia couldn't fight against them.

"Voldemort gave me only one mission—"

Vitiya pursed her lips.
"You are not allowed to appear at the British Ministry of Magic until this is over."

The Ministry of Magic before everything... ends?
Sirius blinked in confusion.
"What's this."

Suddenly, Sirius, with a grim look on his face, picked up Kreacher's body.

"Harry!" (End of chapter)