Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Bai Lin had a bad feeling. It wasn't that he was afraid of any apocalyptic scenario, but rather that Fujiwara Eiko and Edogawa Hiroyuki seemed to have grasped some of his weaknesses, and thus took such a huge step to deal with him.

As the countdown to the Summoning Compendium ended, the buildings around Bai Lin began to change visibly. Even the already old houses were mostly modern multi-story concrete structures, and now the buildings and streets were rapidly becoming lower and older.

In the blink of an eye, the houses had all become one- or two-story wooden buildings, the asphalt on the streets had disappeared and been replaced by cobblestone roads, and wires were haphazardly strung on the wooden utility poles along the roadside. Bai Lin knew that he had been pulled into a fragment of history and returned to 1945.

Before even seeing any living creature, a strong smell of burning hit us first, followed by the deafening roar of air raid sirens coming from all directions.

Bai Lin quickly covered his mouth and nose and leaped into the air. He had seen the scene of Li Mei's barbecue in 1945 in history books, but now he was actually there.

The deafening roar of aircraft engines in the air and air raid sirens on the ground filled the air. Looking up, dozens of old-fashioned bombers emerged from the clouds. With wingspans of over twenty meters, they were America's famous B-29 Superfortress bombers, frequently featured in World War II movies. However, their appearance differed slightly; the cabins were much larger, seemingly also serving as personnel transport aircraft.

Countless bombs rained down from the plane's belly, striking Tokyo's residential areas like raindrops, instantly turning the city into a sea of ​​fire.

The heat generated by the incendiary bomb explosion turned the city below into a living hell. Flames engulfed everything, buildings were instantly reduced to ashes, and the streets became channels for a raging inferno.

Countless Tokyo residents poured out of buildings like ants, panicked and fleeing in all directions, their cries and shouts echoing everywhere. Poisonous smoke filled the air, and the suffocating smell was mixed with the stench of burning.

Bai Lin looked closely and saw that the crowd surging below far exceeded the population density of 1945. Many people seemed to have just woken up, scrambling to their feet from the alleyways. They were dressed in modern suits, sportswear, or miniskirts, and some were blown to bits by an aerial bomb before they could even get up. Even those who weren't killed were quickly burned to charcoal by the towering flames.

"This doesn't seem to be a petrol bomb..." Bai Lin frowned, somewhat puzzled.

Soon someone explained it to him: Tokyo was not entirely without air defense at this time. Looking around, the sound of anti-aircraft guns could be heard in many parts of the city. Along with the sound of gunfire, hundreds of dark figures flew up from the ground riding brooms or similar objects. They were Japanese wizards!

That's right, although this is a fragment of history, it is still a magical world.

The bombers in the air opened their hatches one after another, and Western wizards dressed in black emerged from the hatches to meet the Japanese wizards guarding Tokyo.

This was undoubtedly another massacre. At this time, most of the combat wizards in Japan should have been dispatched to the East Asian and Pacific battlefields, while the planes sent by America were filled with assassins recruited from all over the world, and none of them used forbidden spells when they made a move.

Spells emanated from the hands of both sides' wizards, red, green, white, yellow... various lightning bolts crisscrossed back and forth, a spectacle not to be missed: Chapter 479 America's Bombardment (full version available here). The Japanese side was clearly at a disadvantage; in just one round, a third of their wizards fell off their brooms, their lives hanging in the balance.

America's wizards suffered few casualties. They let out mocking laughter and swooped down to surround the remaining neon wizards. Some even rushed into the street and unleashed fire spells on the crowded streets.

Flames shot from the tip of the wand, instantly forming a fiery serpent that swept through the crowd on the street. Hundreds of people were instantly transformed from living bodies into charred skeletons, like ants splattered with boiling water.

As you can imagine, the streets were in chaos. There were just too many people, and the crowd was running around like mad. Many elderly people and children were knocked down and never got up again. Screams of agony flooded the entire city.

Although the wizards of America had some discrepancies in the number of humans on the ground in Tokyo, this did not deter them from their attacks. They scattered and unleashed their fire spells at the crowd without hesitation, their maniacal laughter emanating from their gaping mouths full of black, yellow, and rotten teeth. Some wizards even started a contest to see who could burn more people to death.

An American wizard seemed to have spotted Bai Lin and charged over with a roar, unleashing a Crucifixion aimed directly at Bai Lin's face.

The Avada Kedavra curse, which kills opponents outright, is clearly not enough to satisfy their desires. They would rather use the Cruciatus Curse to make their opponents fall to the ground in agony, smash to pieces in the street, and then be burned to ashes by the Fire Curse.

Bai Lin frowned, and with a slight sway of his body, he dodged the Cruciatus Curse. The American wizard was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting his opponent to dodge his spell so easily. The next second, Bai Lin was already in front of him. The wizard's momentum on his broomstick remained undiminished, but his neck had already slammed through Bai Lin's sword. He flew more than ten meters before his head and body crashed to the ground.

"Yes, yes! Kill them! Shoot down America's planes! Save Tokyo!" Edogawa Hiroyuki's voice rang in Bai Lin's ears again.

Bai Lin turned his head and saw an American witch rushing back into the crowd, her wand glowing with fire once more.

Bai Lin subconsciously waved his hand, unleashing a sword aura that struck the man's arm. His Fiery Spell abruptly stopped, his entire arm flew off, and he fell off the broom.

Bai Lin was slightly taken aback, looking at his hand holding the longsword, and felt a surge of irritation.

"What am I doing? Helping the Japanese fight the Americans?" A million curses ran through Bai Lin's mind.

Bai Lin prides himself on being an absolutely passionate and angry young man who has a natural hatred and loathing for Japan. Of course, this hatred is not directed at ordinary Japanese people in modern times. In fact, in the fragments of Heian-kyo history, he also participated in events that indirectly saved Japan by preventing the arrival of the underworld. But this is different from the Japanese people in 1945.

The deaths and injuries caused by Japan's invasion of the East were countless. In this era, almost the entire Japanese population was mobilized for war, and every family had someone going to the East to burn, kill, and plunder. Therefore, Bai Lin originally had no sympathy for the Japanese people of this era and intended to observe them coldly from the perspective of watching a show.

But he found himself underestimating the kindness and sense of justice he had cultivated over decades. When he witnessed America bombing civilians and America wizards slaughtering civilians, he couldn't help but feel pity, or rather, disgust for these quacks.