Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald should have begun for a while.

The entire Department of Mystery Affairs appeared to be in a mess, everywhere in tatters and severe damage.

The prohibition imposed by the Ministry of Magic was useless to both of them.It seems that coming and going freely here is just a matter of effort, as long as you figure out the location, Apparition is a familiar road.

For others, the spell of Apparition is extremely difficult to master.

Dumbledore flashed out of the large marble fireplace, and the blue-green flames quickly faded and dissipated. The tall and energetic old man quickly withdrew from it, and then disappeared again.

Only a trail of vague afterimages remained.

And Grindelwald appeared abruptly from behind a gloomy door, and then disappeared abruptly. A gray mist followed him closely, surrounded by him, and couldn't see the truth.

The confrontation between the two of them could hardly be captured by the naked eye.

In fact, Grindelwald had already trimmed his messy beard, his messy, dirty hair, his messy yellow teeth now look very clean, and the wrinkles on his face have disappeared a lot.

The brazier, which was hung on the dark wall and played a role of lighting, suddenly burst into dazzling light, burned sharply, burst into several dazzling fireballs, and once again illuminated the entire dark room.

Then he flew toward the corner of the wall, where Dumbledore was.

And Dumbledore immediately picked it up with his magic wand, and a fish tank not far away was filled with green old stagnant water. It shook a few times and poured out in one breath, like a fish swimming flexibly, swallowing With these surging flames.

"You are still so weak, Albus." Grindelwald sighed, words that only he could hear.

"Perhaps, but sometimes, weakness can transform hard armor." Dumbledore responded, even if the old man's words were insignificant.

The voices of the two were low and inaudible, but they all heard each other again.

Apparition.

Another burst of crazy apparitions, regardless of the consumption of magic power, just to gain the upper hand in the fight.

Two people would suddenly appear in any corner of this room, the dappled light and shadow dazzled everyone and couldn't keep up with their speed.

I don't know when, the thick black chains lying on the ground suddenly tightened, sprang up, and split, piercing and piercing from all directions, as if to block all the routes.

Both parties are trying to hinder the other's movement.

Restriction and anti-restriction, the exquisite transformation technique is constantly displayed in the duel between the two, which is dizzying.

The rumbling sound suddenly sounded, like a well-trained army marching into the army uniformly.

The golden centaur sculpture moved. This may be Dumbledore's side.

The sculptures in the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic did not know when they were called here as soldiers under his command.

Some iron dwarf fairies also came back to life, suddenly opened their closed eyes, and the fierce light appeared, as if only being awakened from a deep sleep, raising the heavy hammer in their hands.

There are also some domestic elf statues with kitchen utensils in their hands. They are also alive, and they start to wave their broomsticks, pots and pans clanging, and step onto the battlefield.

In a flash, it went from a duel of two people to a duel of two legions.

Knives, axes, and hammers, these iron weapons fought, making a crisp sound of metal fought.

They have no sense of fear or pain, and just fight fearlessly.

The head of the golden horseman was chopped off with a knife, and it fell to the ground and beat a few times before being picked up by his long arms, and An returned to his head.

The fairy held the sickle and hammer high, slammed his arm and waved wildly around, hitting the horseman's body, sputtering dazzling sparks.

Iron filings, copper filings, silver filings, flying around with the birth of deep scars.

The clank makes people ring in the ears.

This is their "blood".

But the magical competition is not limited to the battle between the two legions.

But the duel between the two was going on elsewhere at the same time.

The chaotic flames danced, exuding scorching temperature, scorching the house, and the chain formed with scorching temperature.

The wall made up of wind blades blocked the flames, and it made a long and screaming sound, crackling.

Those who watched the game couldn't even tell who caused the magic, who was on the offensive, and who was on the defense?

The flame offensive gradually stopped, and suddenly broke out when everyone thought it was going to die.

The scene in everyone's eyes is a strange scene with intertwined light and shadow at this time.

A fiery lion suddenly sprang out from nowhere, roaring in the secret room, roaring like thunder, deafening, its whole body is blood-red, and every part of its fur is blooming with bright flames, scorching hot, Running vigorously, the blazing red flames spread wildly, like a sea tide composed of flames, overwhelmingly unstoppable.

Wherever he went, the melting of gold and iron, the sound of burning sizzling endlessly.

The slowly flowing water on the floor rose up neatly and uniformly, and the chaotic water drops gathered into a tough water curtain, and the faint blue water wave came first to block the flames.

But this does not help.

Then the clean water began to burn out of physics, and it spread to the outside of the door intensified, as if it was not water, but fuel for combustion.

"All back! Filius!" Professor McGonagall called out loudly.

Immediately afterwards, she and Flitwick held up their wands, and together they summoned a layer of clear curtains of water to block everyone.

Just as the lion was raging across the house, a huge wind blade visible to the naked eye descended from the air and chopped head-on. The mighty and mighty flaming lion could not dodge and directly hit the sharp The wind blade, in an instant, the beast-shaped flames that were gathered split into two, two into four, and they collapsed sharply until they disappeared.

Completely annihilated in the void.

In another battlefield.

Those mechanical clocks that were thrown on the ground were made into hard metal chains for some unknown time.

Some of them were controlled by the other side, and transformed into sharp swords and sharp blades.

The gleaming iron chains suddenly enlarged tightly, intertwined into a net, blocking the invading sword blades, accompanied by a burst of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong sound, those sharp, weapons curled up and suddenly became sharp. Acupuncture wants to find opportunities to break through.

But helplessly ran into a strong black iron shield.

Scattered to the ground in a flash.