Lord Voldemort's men roared in defense of their master.
"How dare you! Stupid old man! "
"Why don't you beg for mercy from the Dark Lord?!"
"Tom, I noticed this figure … You brought Alecto … So cute …" Dumbledore's tone was very calm, as if he was welcoming the person to a tea party. "It's a pity that Amicus can't come."
Alecto Caro was very angry because Dumbledore mentioned that her brother was made into a blood eagle by the Death Knight. She took off her mask when she was identified. "You're about to die, and you still think these little jokes can save your life?"
"Jokes? No, no, this is courtesy, "Dumbledore replied." Tom, are you shocked to see me here? "
"Dumbledore, I will teach you soon that there is nothing worse than death." Lord Voldemort's men immediately quieted down. "As for Mr. Grindelwald, out of respect for you … If you are willing to answer a question of mine, I can be merciful and let you continue to stay in this prison safely …"
"Actually, before Abusi told me, I already knew that you would come … one day. But this trip of yours is meaningless. I've never truly possessed it." Grindelwald stood straight with his hands behind his back. He searched his mind for spells that he had not used for many years, but the expression on his face was contemptuous. "Is stepping on Legos worse than death? My young friend … At least it seems that my other young friend taught you how to wear boots … "
"So that's the only reason why you're here?" Dumbledore also asked calmly. "Tom, there are many things you don't understand … Maybe you should try to go back to Hogwarts to study again. Allen is different from me. Maybe he will be willing to teach you …"
Lord Voldemort twirled his wand between the withered fingers of his prosthetic arm. He stared at Dumbledore with his snake-like eye that was still intact. "What better reason could there be? From you, I will obtain the old wand and a few other things. Then, I will be able to rule over all of you living people... even that Harris. "
Grindelwald laughed, and the Lord Voldemort knew that his laughter had a magical power that could make those who were not so strong-willed flee, such as some of his men.
"What are you laughing at?" Lord Voldemort shrugged, not expecting Grindelwald to answer. His voice was very soft, like a cluster of hissing flames. "My existence is infinite … It seems that this is not understood by you …"
"I've noticed, mixed-blood boy, you seem to like to talk before every battle?" Grindelwald stretched out his hand gracefully and made a gesture of invitation. "But speeches are only needed during the election, so now … can we three old men begin?"
Lord Voldemort, who was called a bloodline nickname by Grindelwald, narrowed his scarlet eyes at Grindelwald. He used the wand in his hand to draw a large arc in the air, covering both Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and issued a challenge to them.
At the same time, Dumbledore and Grindelwald also raised their wands in response.
Lord Voldemort had raised his wand and slightly pressed the tip of the wand down, shooting out a silent Killing Curse as if it was a sneak attack. This pale green light was aimed at Dumbledore and flew out.
Dumbledore was obviously prepared. He raised the tip of his wand and the floor on the ground formed a stone wall in front of him. Dumbledore, who was already familiar with Lord Voldemort's fighting habits, had already scraped off a layer of the floor in front of him when he waved his wand. Before Lord Voldemort began to cast the Killing Curse, he had already used the Transfiguration spell to turn them into walls.
With a loud bang, the Killing Curse hit the stone wall, leaving a charred and smoking hole in it. But this series of spells did not end. Almost immediately after the two of them cast the spell, Dumbledore pulled up the brick wall and threw a powerful lightning beam. It carried countless small lightning bolts, crackling and crackling, and struck the Lord Voldemort — the Death Eaters and the prison guards behind Lord Voldemort.
This powerful and thick lightning beam accurately hit its first target. The Death Eater was electrocuted and flew out, crashing into the wall of the corridor and falling down. His mask, clothes, and body were all charred black. Under the effect of the electric current, he was still twitching violently, but he had already lost his life.
After these lightning bolts passed through the Death Eater, their power did not diminish. They ricocheted randomly between the walls of the corridor. Some metals with lower melting points, such as some bronze, were completely melted when they were hit by the lightning. The lightning flashed wildly in the corridor. Two prison guards who were controlled by the Death Eater with the Soul Seizing Curse were unfortunately struck by the lightning. Their exposed skin was charred black, and spiderweb-like wounds bloomed, revealing the flesh inside. Then, the remaining electric current on their bodies made these wounds charred again, and they fell straight to the ground, dead.
"Gellert, those prison guards are just being controlled. We'd better be as careful as possible …" In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore then easily deployed a hemispherical super-strong iron shield around the stone wall.
The Death Eaters and prison guards, who were a beat slower than the three top wizards, launched their counterattack with their spells. They attacked the Iron Curse like countless bullets. Although they were elite wizards who could fight against the Auror, in the face of Dumbledore, one of the strongest wizards in the world, in this magical world where there was a huge difference in individual strength, their attacks obviously could not shake the magic barrier.
"I haven't exercised for too long …" Grindelwald shrugged and turned his shoulders. "Don't worry, the one who brought us snacks is still alive."
"You're still the same, Dumbledore, with your weak hypocrisy and kindness. You and I both know that your companion didn't do it on purpose … His target wasn't me from the beginning. He killed these people on purpose. He knows himself well … knows that it's useless against my spell … "Lord Voldemort sneered with a mocking tone. He was confident that he did not create a shield in front of him.
Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters had also completed their spells. Several demons were summoned. In addition to the small Quasit with bat wings, there was also a Hundred-Eyed Demon, which could be regarded as an intermediate demon. It was summoned by the masked Lucius.
These creatures from the Abyss landed in front of Lord Voldemort and directly rushed towards Dumbledore, a living creature in front of them.
The monster's hundreds of swollen orange arms wantonly waved as it rolled forward. As it trampled and crushed, the wall lamps in the corridor, the iron railings on both sides, and everything that blocked its way were torn into pieces, including the Quasits that tried to pass it. The creature was immune to all non-magical damage, and when it could not be saved at this moment, its maniacal laughter instantly turned into a maniacal scream, and then it was smashed into pieces by the arms with eyes on the ground.
The pupil of Lord Voldemort's Eye of Viktor suddenly released a continuous red blood-vessel-shaped ray, which rushed forward rapidly. This red blood-vessel-shaped ray penetrated some of the Hundred-Eyed Demon's arms and turned them into dust. Then it hit the super-strong Iron Shield. As if it had hit fragile glass, the shield instantly cracked and shattered, turning into invisible energy that was absorbed by the red ray.
After that, the red blood-vessel-shaped ray was still maintained in Lord Voldemort's Eye. After breaking the Iron Shield, the red blood-vessel-shaped ray hit the brick wall in front of Dumbledore with a bang. Like a black hole, the stone began to collapse into dust and continued to sweep towards Dumbledore at high speed.
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