I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Having resolved everything, Fang Wuwei heard the system notification that the mission was complete, and his already good mood from the smooth battle improved even further.

When fighting other reincarnators, he was quite serious and took it very seriously, which is why he was able to kill three reincarnators in less than five minutes.

But when fighting the Reincarnator Captain, he really couldn't hold back... How did he end up with someone completely inferior to him? He used his physical body and lightning magic as his main means of output, but none of them were as good as him, especially his control over lightning, which was pitifully low for him, and he was perfectly countered by him.

This is too tragic and frustrating... I want to laugh.

Raising his empty hand and making a slight clenching motion, Fang Wuwei felt the residual magic power in his hand. Hearing the exclamation behind him, he slowly turned around.

At this moment, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and the three Gryffindor boys who had been dawdling and delaying their return stared wide-eyed and gaping-mouthed at the scene outside the castle. The Hogwarts forecourt and the view in the distance were completely unrecognizable and so unfamiliar that they made one's heart tremble.

Fortunately, thanks to the protection of ancient magic, neither the rampage of the two Minotaur nor the previous battles between Zhang Weilan and the Reincarnators, nor the duel between Fang Wuwei and the Reincarnator Captain, were within the Hogwarts area, and the entire Hogwarts was unaffected.

But other places weren't so lucky.

Hogwarts, perched on a cliff edge, was already difficult to reach; now, the bridge connecting it to the other side of the land had been shattered by Fang Wuwei's attack, and even the distant mountains were...

"Thankfully, the Hogwarts Express isn't going that way, so... we should still be able to get there, right?"

Harry Potter said this to himself, looking at the once towering mountains that now stretched to the distant horizon, his face full of disbelief.

He had thought that Professor Dumbledore was already the most powerful and incredible wizard in the world, but now it seemed... he was too conservative.

But is this really a wizard? Why does it seem like the opponent is fighting with a knife? A knife-shaped wand?

"Merlin's underwear..."

Ron stared at the scene before him, his understanding of magic shattered by the destructive pillar of light and the flattened landscape before him, leaving not a trace. He clutched his head and screamed silently.

"Hmm...Hmm, do you know what kind of spell can do this?"

"No... I don't know..."

"Merlin's purple underwear, George, what the heck is that...?"

"Merlin's pink hat, Fred, I don't know either..."

Two identical voices came from beside him, startling Ron. He turned around and saw his two twin brothers, George and Fred, the famous troublemakers of Gryffindor.

The two guys were huddled together, standing on tiptoe, craning their necks to look outside, their faces filled with surprise and a kind of excitement that seemed to thrive on chaos.

"What are you two doing out here again?!"

“Oh, please, dear little Ronnie, you know our…”

"How could we possibly stay obediently in the dorm under these circumstances?"

The two brothers joked amongst themselves while curiously observing Zhang Weilan, who was still recovering from serious injuries, standing close at hand. They had never seen this unfamiliar face before, completely unaware of Professor McGonagall's dark expression behind them, and Dumbledore's equally grim face...

"Mr. Weasley..."

"If I were you, I would be better off staying in a safe place in this situation."

Professor McGonagall's stern voice had barely begun when Fang Wuwei's calm and indifferent voice suddenly rang out between the Weasley twins, interrupting her reprimand. Fang Wuwei had appeared among them without anyone noticing.

The space around Hogwarts was frozen due to being filled with magic, which prohibited spatial teleportation abilities. Therefore, Fang Wuwei's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard.

The lightning-stirring Thor, crowned with divine power and with an indifferent expression, instilled an indescribable sense of oppression in the two brothers. For a moment, even the usually lively, talkative, and audacious brothers were stunned into silence, instinctively shrinking back, and their nonchalant smiles froze.

Ron, standing nearby, secretly gloated, thinking, "These two guys finally got what they deserve."

With a heavy breath, Fang Wuwei's divine armor transformed into pure magic and vanished. The divine crown on his head also slowly dimmed until it disappeared. The two divine corpses in his hand twirled and disappeared as well.

The overwhelming thunderclouds dissipated along with Fang Wuwei's divine armor, and he returned to his seemingly ordinary modern attire, looking no different from an ordinary person. He then walked over to Zhang Weilan, whose aura was unstable.

"It's all taken care of, but you're badly injured. Do you want to go back first?"

Fang Wuwei could tell that Zhang Weilan's recovery ability was restricted. It was probably because the reincarnators had an ability similar to his Fugu that prohibited healing, and Fang Wuwei was not good at healing others, so even he was helpless.

The system just notified him that he had completed the mission and the assessment. From now on, he is a B-level combatant. As a senior, Fang Wuwei felt it was his duty to care about his junior.

Zhang Weilan watched Fang Wuwei effortlessly kill the four reincarnators who their entire team found troublesome. What was even more terrifying was that the entire process, from departure to triumph, took less than five minutes. She swallowed hard.

Are these high-ranking combatants...? Is this what your seniors' battles are like...?

"Okay... the finishing touches..."

"I will inform the logistics department. This is not within our jurisdiction. You can leave now."

Zhang Weilan clutched her severed arm and nodded. The next moment, a portal appeared behind her. She took one last look at Dumbledore, who had briefly fought alongside her. The old wizard was also looking at her, his blue eyes beneath his silver eyebrows filled with complex emotions. The two nodded to each other, and Zhang Weilan slowly retreated, disappearing into the portal.

Dumbledore was somewhat taken aback when he discovered that the other party could use teleportation within Hogwarts, but when he thought about the abilities the other party had previously displayed and the unimaginably terrifying combat power of the person in front of him, he immediately felt relieved.

"Would you like to stay here as a guest, my friend?"

Dumbledore composed himself, and his gentle yet dignified smile returned to his face. He turned to Fang Wuwei, who nodded without hesitation upon hearing this.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. To be honest, I'm quite interested in Hogwarts and your magic..."

Fang Wuwei decided to stay here until the logistics department arrived. Although theoretically he could leave now, he was quite interested in this world and had nothing else to do, so he decided to stay.

He really liked those bizarre spells, and he wished he could get himself a magic wand.

Dumbledore couldn't simply welcome Fang Wuwei's arrival; the old bee had his own ulterior motives. Fang Wuwei's terrifying combat power and abilities far beyond his comprehension made him realize that there might truly be things far beyond his understanding that could transcend fate, or even everything else.

He was curious whether such power could transcend the predetermined prophecy, whether it could be used to eliminate Voldemort with the help of Fang Wuwei's power, and whether it would prevent Potter from having to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being a savior at such a young age.

At the same time, he was also very curious about the background of this group of people who came for Harry Potter and had power far exceeding Voldemort's. All of this needed to start by establishing good relationships and communication.

"However, I'd like to use the kitchen a bit; I'm afraid I won't be used to your food..."

"Oh, don't worry, our house-elves can cook Chinese dishes... How about some cockroach swarms? Or chocolate frogs?"

"......"

The sight of Hogwarts' signature dark and eerie desserts silenced Fang Wuwei; he'd rather die than eat cockroaches.

The Hogwarts group of five watched Dumbledore lead Fang Wuwei into Hogwarts Castle, keenly realizing that this mysterious guest's stay at Hogwarts meant that things were likely to get interesting for a while.

"Speaking of which, the three-way championship... what do we do now?"

"Uh, I don't know. I'll go check if Black Lake is still there later..."

George and Fred stood there, stunned, staring at the enormous Minotaur corpse that had been killed by Fang Wuwei's Thunder God soldiers.

"Do you think Charlie would be heartbroken if he knew that the fire dragon they borrowed was torn apart by this big guy?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's not our business, but Hagrid is definitely going to cry his eyes out."