[HPxJJK] - Harry Potter and the Supremacy of Cursed Blood

Throwing Clovis' head and spine casually to the ground, Rose walked over to Philip. The man was alive, even though he had fallen from a height unimaginable to any human. Of course, the height didn't matter, what killed the person was an abrupt stop in acceleration, more specifically, the ground causing that abrupt stop in acceleration.

Philip had none of the composed, elegant appearance of before, saliva dripped from his mouth in large quantities while his eyes were fixed in one place. Rose looked at the first victim of her domain expansion and couldn't help but cluck her tongue in admiration.

Although she knew what would happen to the targets of the Domain Expansion, she found that she still underestimated the infinite amount of information that could be put into someone's mind in just a moment. From what she saw, Philip had no chance of recovery.

Philip's brain was dead the moment he received an infinite amount of useless information. The man would be insane for life if she didn't kill him now, which she was about to do. It was the only mercy she could show a Special Grade Wizard.

Grabbing his head by the hair, Rose easily separated his head from his body, spraying blood everywhere. If it hadn't been for Limitless, her white clothes would have been stained with blood from head to toe.

"I still want a hand-to-hand fight, it's no fun fighting with my innate technique." Rose muttered to herself as she casually tossed her head next to Clovis'.

Looking at the ruined city, Rose couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't attacked earlier. If she'd known it would be so easy, she would have started the invasion of the Frances a week earlier.

However, it wasn't that Calais' defense was weak, but that Rose was very powerful.

No wizard below Special Grade would have the courage to face those cannons on the city walls. Mosquito bites were painful but insignificant, but a hundred or a thousand was another story.

At the same time, four squads of elite mages was not something that a barrier covering an entire city could withstand, after all, the bigger the barrier, the more expensive it was to maintain, and even France, a rich and powerful country, could not build large and powerful barriers at the same time.

Although the borders were important, the city of Paris was the center of the country, and the most powerful barrier surrounded the city, making it very difficult to invade. Perhaps because the French cared so much about Paris, there was a saying that Paris was France, but France was not Paris.

This shows how important the city was in the hearts of the French.

Rose looked at the ruined city and spoke, her voice reaching every wizard and witch in the city at that moment. "The Special Grade Wizard was killed by me. According to orders from London, all French wizards and witches and enemies are to be killed without exception. Anyone who returns without taking a single life can expect to pass through the Corridor of Humiliation!"

Rose's words lifted the spirits of all the English wizards, their morale couldn't have been higher at this moment. A special grade wizard had fallen today, and they had witnessed the fall of one of the thirty-three special grade wizards in the world!

While the English were in an extremely high spirits, the same couldn't be said for the French troops in Calais City, all of whom were completely silent, still unable to believe that the country's only Special Grade Wizard had fallen before them.

When Rose's voice sounded, they finally recovered from the shock of Philip's death and quickly fled without hesitation. Now that Calais had fallen in an even more brutal manner than Edward III, who achieved the surrender of the city and started the Hundred Years' War, the French troops scattered like birds and were hunted down as such.

"Now that Calais has fallen, both fronts must advance on Paris, surrounding the city on both sides. But the French coalition would not allow this. Organization R must start moving now that we're winning with a big advantage." Looking at the ruined city, Rose muttered to herself, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

It wasn't hard to know that things were going to get even more chaotic, especially on Europe's eastern border, where Russia was facing the enemy countries with all its might.

"We have to speed things up, the British treasury can't sustain a long war, we have to end this war in less than a year." Rose spoke, but there was less confidence in her tone.

Although Rose was confident that they would win in the end, she herself knew that a year was too short a time, they could defeat France in a year, but the other countries were another matter.

Unfortunately, the longer this war lasted, the more damage it would do to England and the countries connected to it.

Especially in terms of deaths, no country wanted its wizards to die too often, what would happen after the war? Who would fight against the cursed spirits? Who would fight to maintain the most basic order and give the land some time to recover and to nurture the soil so that new talents would have time to grow?

Rose discovered that the war was much more complex than she'd imagined; it wasn't just two armies fighting, but the aftermath as well.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and waited in silence as she calmly and coolly watched her troops hunt down the French birds. At the same time, she observed possible talents she could use While Rose struggled with the chaos of her own thoughts and the consequences of her actions, out in the North Sea, a white yacht made its way through the turbulent and stormy waves.

Surprisingly, at the bow of the yacht, an old man in a simple dark suit seemed completely still, even as the yacht rocked from side to side. The man's silver eyes resembled two pale silver moons. He looked like a kind and warm old man, of course, if you didn't know his true identity.

Gellert Grindelwald, a Dark Lord and one of the reasons for the Third Wizarding World War.

"My master, the Sephirot are responding to something." Vinda Rosier, matriarch of the House of Rosier in France, approached Grindelwald and responded in an extremely respectful tone.

The Sephirot were physical manifestations of the Ley Lines, small crystallized crystals of the purest Ley Line magic. It was not yet known how many years it took for a Ley Line to create a Sephirot, but it was estimated to be hundreds of thousands of years.

Grindelwald's lips curved into a smile as he listened to the words of his loyal subordinate. "We've finally found it."

"Aurelius." He spoke in a soft tone, and not even the deafening thunder could drown out his voice.

Aurelius, who always followed his master, remained silent, waiting for the Dark Lord's words.

"Send the invitations to our future guests, we'll let them witness our pure world." Grindelwald spoke, gazing at the waves of more than nine meters that, though terrifying, didn't even stir any emotion in his heart. As if they were something trivial and unworthy of his second glance.

"Yes, my master." Aurelius bowed and walked away, leaving Vinda and Grindelwald alone. At the same time, an infinite thrill bubbled up in his chest. His destiny was about to be realized, how could he not be happy? Decades of hard work would finally pay off.

A pure world.

Turning to Vinda, the first Acolyte he had recruited, Grindelwald asked in a kind and warm tone. "I sense your concern, what ails you, my dear Acolyte?"

"I'm afraid I'll fail and the Master will die." Vinda didn't hesitate to speak her own thoughts, her green eyes staring at the man with a veiled worry on her face.

"I will not fail, Vinda." Grindelwald gave his companion a confident smile and continued. "Even if I do fail, someone else will take my place, and you will have a new master. One more ambitious and madder than I."

Yes, in Grindelwald's eyes, Asterion's plans were pure madness, even more so than what he was about to do!

The idea of creating a god was too insane, it was the ultimate blasphemy!

But that was why Grindelwald wanted Asterion to succeed him if anything went wrong with his plan; only someone so determined was capable of taking his organization forward.

Suddenly, Grindelwald's eyes looked north and his lips parted in a most terrifying smile, a mad, obsessive look shining in his eyes.

In his eyes, he could see an enormous barrier covering a large area, large enough to be called a continent.

Grindelwald murmured, smelling the scent of flowers in the air of this dark and stormy sea.

"The Promised Island of Avalon."

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