Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's eyelids trembled, and when he said Dumbledore's name, his hoarse voice trembled like his eyelids, but he tried his best to restrain himself and be insignificant.

"It's me." Dumbledore's deep voice echoed over the battlefield. He nodded slightly, dressed in a white robe, appeared abruptly behind a stone pillar in the ruin, and slowly walked in front of everyone.

The surrounding faculty and students seemed to be petrified, everything was silent, and then bursts of fanatical cheers erupted.

"The principal is not dead!" The student was extremely excited and cheered excitedly.

He was wearing a gold-red robe, and the surroundings of the robe were embroidered with strange patterns and profound symbols with silver silk thread, which looked very luxurious.

But his own face has gone through vicissitudes of life, ravines are vertical and horizontal, and the broken nose is still as before, but it looks vigorous, and his long silver-white beard is about to touch the ground.

Hogwarts students couldn’t be more familiar with that strong and charming voice.

"Grindelwald, is it yours?" Voldemort asked coldly. He now knew he had stepped into a trap against him.

"No, what do I mean by his person?" Another question came from a distance, apparently dissatisfied with the dominance.

"But I do stand on Albus' side now." From the other corner of the ruins, Grindelwald in a black robe slowly moved his steps and walked to the center of the field.

He raised his wand at Voldemort.

"There are people who are willing to take refuge in an enemy who has imprisoned them for decades."

"The Hogwarts Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse is taking effect. Unless you can break the magic set by the four founders, otherwise, the only way you want to leave today is to kill us."

"Or the place where we killed and buried you, this school is not suitable, your soul will contaminate this land." Dumbledore spread his hands.

"Joke," Voldemort said contemptuously.

Voldemort faced two wizards who were not inferior to him. In this level of battle, his subordinates could hardly intervene, but there were several professors who were in the second echelon of combat effectiveness.

The speckled sparks gradually solidified in the void, turning into a fierce lion that was covered in flames and blocked the devil's front, blocking his escape route. The body made of flames and the dazzling golden red hair were strands. Fire wire, Voldemort's wand slashed fiercely, and the rapidly rising air condensed before him, temporarily suppressing the lion's arrogance.

The golden-red sturdy lion roared due to anger, and then rebounded more quickly. The flames on the whole body became more and more vigorous, as if the strong golden hair grew up again in a flash, curling up against the fierce fire. The fired sparks even touched Voldemort's black robe and ignited.

The violent wind can blow away the turbulent flame to extinguish it, and it can also make his fire grow wild.

All of this depends on the intention of the caster.

For Grindelwald, it is naturally the latter.

Voldemort's pale face immediately showed a feeling of anger, and his thin, blood-colored lips opened slightly because of his anger. With a smooth hand, the flame attached to the black robe went out.

Some burnt ashes fell in midair.

He hadn't been injured for a long time, but now, he was burned by the hot flame.

The faint tingling sensation was not enough to make him fall into an angry madness, but because it was an unbearable shame.

"Get away," he growled.

The frequency of the wand's waving became faster and faster, and a thick earth snake sprang from the ground to fight with the lion, and more and more mud and sand piled up, as if to bury the fire lion.

"The wind is blowing!" Grindelwald's wand pointed at the stale battlefield.

A swift hurricane passed, and the fire took advantage of the wind. This mighty flame beast king suddenly grew a few sizes, and the hair of the flame became more and more vigorous. The snake was roasted until it was charred and cracked. The layers were cracked, even shattered, and restored to the most ordinary mud.

Voldemort kept dwarfing left and right under the two offensives.

The green turf of the Quidditch stadium was completely overturned, the soft grass was ignited, the fire began to spread violently, a sea of ​​fire suddenly formed, and it became more and more intense. The entire sky seemed to be burned red. The dazzling light even illuminates the entire gloomy sky.

In an instant, the sky was full of red clouds, like daylight.

Invaded like a windstorm.

With a light wave of Dumbledore, a dark cloud from here accelerated his speed and rushed towards the sky above Quidditch. The raindrops in the clouds began to envelop the smoke and dust in the air, condensing , Overturned.

The long water drop is no longer a round ball, like a long transparent arrow, swishing through.

Water and fire blended together, constantly creaking.

The water condenses into ice.

The pulsating flame flickered in the ice, and the light of the flame dimmed after being blocked by the ice.

Formed a peculiar landscape.

Voldemort snorted coldly.

The flame went out, but the ice cubes began to rattle, fell suddenly, and then formed in mid-air, condensing into a hideous ice snake.

Pieces of solid ice turned into giant snakes, and in turn danced wildly on the field, running freely on the scorched field, whizzing towards the two old men

The gusts of wind were blowing suddenly, and the sleeves of the robe flew backwards, clamoring.

Grindelwald tapped the magic wand in his hand. Not far away, the towering giant tree in the Forbidden Forest was uprooted like a long sword. It hit the swift ice python and pierced it straight. Sawdust flew across the body, the snake twisted and struggled a few times, and turned into broken ice on the ground, flying upside down to Voldemort.

Voldemort kept reluctantly parrying from the left to the right, and at the same time with the two wizards, especially those who were not inferior to him, very much pressure.

Suddenly, his body froze, and a tricky angled curse hit him.

As usual, a simple apparition can be avoided. Optionally, the swift spell makes Voldemort unable to react.

Voldemort lay down on the grass with his head up, his body seemed to be petrified, but still holding the wand in his hand, with his resentful gaze, he squinted at the two steps to lead him into the trap. people.

"we won!"

"we won!"

The surrounding students burst into horrible cheers, and there was no such horrible noise in the Quidditch stadium because of the final Quidditch match.

"Tom, everything is over." Dumbledore stood not far from Voldemort, shook his head and said with emotion.

"That's not necessarily." Voldemort retorted, then closed his eyes and loosened his arms, as if he wanted to slaughter his neck.

"Except your weapon!" Another old man's wand hit Voldemort's lying body.

Without a trace of resistance, the old magic wand came out of the man's hand, threw it high, and drew a graceful arc in the air.

Everything is over, even if he is the Dark Lord, what can he do when he loses his wand.

What Dumbledore didn't see was that the moment the wand was released, Voldemort's face showed an incalculable smile.