Near Nurmengard, Austria, this desolate and lonely huge prison was shrouded in fog all year round. But today, the burst of light from the small windows that had always been dark made the atmosphere even more eerie.
Now, there was only one magic lamp hanging on the wall in the entire corridor. Through the remaining wisps of black smoke floating in the air, the whole prison showed a dilapidated scene. The enchanted walls had been thinned out by Dumbledore, but under the effect of the magic spell, cracks had spread all over like a spider web. The broken bricks and brick dust were scattered all over the floor, making people worry that the tower would collapse at any time.
The floor of the corridor was also covered with long scars caused by magic power. It stretched from one wall to the ceiling, and some of the melted stone slabs had turned into lava and began to drip down. Behind Lord Voldemort, the corridor that had been ransacked by the blue fire lightning was empty, leaving behind scorched marks. But the empty corridor was still billowing with hot smoke.
The Death Eaters had already used the collective spell to extinguish the blue flames that Grindelwald used to seal the door and attack. But because of the battle that they had just witnessed, they held their wands and gathered at the stairs leading to the corridor. No one dared to go forward. The Death Eaters had just learned from the deaths of their comrades who had dared to sacrifice their lives to show their loyalty to the Dark Lord. Even if they went closer, they would not be of any help to their master who had just displayed his might in a one-on-two battle. They would only waste their lives in vain.
The Dark Lord obviously allowed his men to make such a choice. After all, for the current Lord Voldemort, although the frequency of punishing his men was more and more common for his temperamental mind, the fact that he lacked manpower made his remaining rationality so that these punishments were generally not life-threatening.
At this time, Lord Voldemort's condition was not as good as he had first boasted. The soft and seamless magic robe on his body was torn into pieces and hung on his body, barely covering his pale body under the robe. His cheeks, neck, the back of his hands … The exposed skin on his body had terrifying scars left by the electric current in his meridians. Even some parts of his body were pierced by stone cones, but they were not fatal.
Opposite him, the two old wizards supported each other and fell to the ground. They had been forced to retreat to the base of the wall. Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had nowhere to run, looked even more miserable.
Grindelwald's usual elegance was nowhere to be seen. The dents on his body made him look like a sponge. His left arm was pierced by Dumbledore's stone awl and fixed on his left thigh.
As for Dumbledore, although he looked slightly better than Grindelwald, his silver-white beard was messy and charred. His body had traces of being burned and whipped.
Now that the battle had been decided, the battle had stopped.
"Dumbledore, now you have proven who is right between us, right?" Lord Voldemort, who was finally free, looked at his status. Then he stared at the slightly plump old man in front of him with his scarlet, cold eyes and asked contemptuously, "What a hateful magic … Just looking at it makes me want to tear it apart and get angry … So you are the one who taught that kid?"
"The world's greatest light wizards joined forces with the first generation The Dark Lord. Even so, they are still not Master's match." Rabastan's eyes were filled with fervor as he roared with a hoarse voice.
"Master has already proven his strength. Now, no one will misunderstand Master's strength and doubt Master's strength …" Yaxley said fervently.
"Idiot, never doubt that Master is the most powerful wizard," Alecto shrieked. Alecto Caro screamed, and the stout little woman violently elbowed Yaxley, who was beside her.
Compared to the other Death Eaters who were still wearing masks and were unwilling to reveal their faces, the three of them had already taken off their masks and were shouting wantonly. However, compared to their usual shouts, it felt a little strange. This was because the crazy witch with the baby-like voice, who was usually the leader, was ordered by the Dark Lord to stay in the base with Nagini.
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"Where is the old wand?" Lord Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes to Grindelwald and let out a cold and sharp laugh. "Tell me and I will be merciful enough to leave your corpses intact. Otherwise, I will not let your souls rest in peace!"
"I do know where it is … but you have to give me something that I'm satisfied with …" Grindelwald's strange grayish-white pupil blinked lightly. His voice rose slightly at the end of his sentence. Although his appearance was very disheveled, his tone was still as bewitching as before, arousing the greed in people's hearts. "Only then will I tell you … the location of one of the Holy Artifacts that can make you the master of death …"
"Gellert …" Dumbledore's old voice was hoarse. He shook his head at Grindelwald, but when he saw those seemingly cold and emotionless eyes, he stopped trying to persuade him.
"Old man, you still dare to negotiate with our Master. You two old dogs, if you don't tell me, you'll get it …" Yaxley roared and waved his arms. He really looked like an angry hyena.
"It seems that the great Master has scared them … they have given up resisting. Let's go." Rabasta waved his hand behind him, and the Death Eaters swarmed in with the prison guards under their control.
These Dark Sorcerers seemed to have regained their courage. The tips of their wands were pointed at Dumbledore and Grindelwald who were at the wall. Some of them even cast spells to make themselves walk upside down on the ceiling. They blocked the corridor from all directions and trapped Dumbledore and Grindelwald in that blind spot. However, in the end, no one dared to go past their Master and let themselves be sandwiched between the Dark Lord and the Light Sorcerers.
"To some extent, you are not looking in the wrong direction …" Grindelwald held Dumbledore's arm. There was a faint smile on his face as if it was a habit. "Previously, the old wand was indeed in my hands. It accompanied me through many glorious times …"
"Old man, don't keep us in suspense. Hurry up and tell us." Seeing that Grindelwald was dragging his words and his Master could not help but take a few steps forward, the impatient Rabasta urged. The Death Eaters behind him also started to clamor and urge Grindelwald to hurry up.
Lord Voldemort opened his mouth and a long thin flame emerged from Lord Voldemort's mouth. It turned into a fire snake in the air and began to fly in the direction of Grindelwald. Grindelwald, who looked very weak, immediately waved his wand and cast a counter-spell. At this time, the fire snake fiercely hissed and jumped up in the air above Grindelwald's head. However, under the effect of the counter-spell, it turned into a large ball of flame and exploded.
However, the fire snake was too fierce and fast. Although Grindelwald quickly dispelled Atta and dissipated most of the flames, some still touched his body. In an instant, the clothes on his shoulders were swallowed up, revealing his burnt skin. Dumbledore also helped to flick the flames away from Grindelwald's shoulders.
"If you don't hurry up, it won't just be your shoulders that will be burned next time." Lord Voldemort hissed coldly.
Under Grindelwald's shiny forehead, a pair of strange eyes glanced to the right and briefly met Dumbledore's blue eyes. He quietly moved his gaze back and stared at Lord Voldemort as if he did not need to blink at all.
Lord Voldemort, who noticed this, narrowed his scarlet eyes on Dumbledore. "Dumbledore, put away your so-called false righteousness. Your companion seems to be more sensible than you."
"The old wand always likes to be strong … After 1945, did I lose to anyone?" Grindelwald's tone was very elegant and calm.
Lord Voldemort immediately looked at the wand in Dumbledore's hand. When he saw that it was not the same wand that Dumbledore used in the Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort's face twisted in anger. However, after thinking for a while, he realized that there was no one who used this wand.
Lord Voldemort, who knew Dumbledore's character, raised his ferocious face and turned back to Grindelwald. "Then, after Dumbledore, who has the old wand now? Tell me, and I'll spare your life."
"Gellert, don't tell anyone …" Dumbledore ignored Lord Voldemort's ferocious glare and hurriedly warned his companion. However, the pain made him lose his balance.
Grindelwald quickly grabbed Dumbledore's hand to prevent him from falling down. "Abusi … Wasn't your wand stolen by them? We don't have to keep it a secret for them … "
"Very well, I think I can even consider making you my subordinate … After all, you still have some use in the battle …" Lord Voldemort's strangely long fingers that were holding the wand loosened a little. He put down the wand in front of Dumbledore and the others, but his ferocious glare was fixed on Grindelwald. Seeing that Dumbledore was unwilling to tell him the whereabouts of the old wand, Lord Voldemort had decided to capture them alive and use the Mind Extraction Spell, Soul Seizing Spell, or let Snape concoct some truth-telling serum to get the information he wanted. At this time, Grindelwald's description of Dumbledore's wand had a bad feeling in his heart.
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