"The old wand is …" Grindelwald suddenly raised his voice. "It's on Allen Harris' body!"
The bad premonition was confirmed, and the memory etched into Lord Voldemort's intact red eye fell into a state of absent-mindedness. In a trance, the hand holding the wand trembled, and even some of the Death Eaters subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
* Boom! *
* Boom! * An explosion sounded.
Mud splashed, smoke and dust rose, and bricks collapsed. The wall behind Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been blown apart, and a hole appeared in the wall, revealing the Austrian sky outside. Dumbledore and Grindelwald held hands and jumped out of the hole at the same time.
In an instant, the furious Lord Voldemort turned his tattered black sorcerer's robe into more than ten long tentacle-like creatures. They flew like long snakes, sucking on the corridor like tentacles, and intertwining as they moved forward quickly.
Outside the tower.
Dumbledore's Phoenix, Fox, had already appeared beside the falling light sorcerer. It flapped its wings in the air, and its sparkling eyes were particularly bright in the darkness. It swayed the long golden feathers behind its tail and used its claws to grab Dumbledore's shoulder. Grindelwald held Dumbledore's hand and hung at the bottom. The wind rustled his and Dumbledore's magic robes.
Under the guidance of the tentacles, Lord Voldemort had already jumped very quickly to the hole where the explosion occurred. He then used the secret flying technique he developed on the Dementors to cover his whole body with black smoke, so that he would not fall but instead float in the air.
This Phoenix obviously could not bear the weight of two adult sorcerers, not to mention that Grindelwald's weight exceeded the standard of a normal sorcerer. Therefore, even though Fox flapped its wings with all its might, it continued to fall. However, when Fox came into contact with its sorcerer friend, its body began to emit flames.
Lord Voldemort's snake eyes reflected the flames, and he let out an angry roar. A curse immediately rushed out from the end of his wand and followed the flames. Then, his angry and disbelieving screams rang in the night sky. He went crazy. He looked back at the half-collapsed walls and thought of Dumbledore's plan from the beginning. By continuously shaving layers of bricks to form a defense, he hoped to blow up these reinforced bricks in one blow. He vented his anger and blasted another curse, futilely showing his destructive power.
The fortress built by Grindelwald, which was also his own prison, began to collapse.
In the midst of the crumbling walls, the Death Eaters coughed and patted the dust away. They screamed and used their wands to support the bricks and began to escape from the hole. It did not matter whether they used the flying technique bestowed by Lord Voldemort or simply took out their flying brooms.
Alecto Caro cast a bubble spell on herself and flew out of the hole first. Compared to other panicking colleagues, she was more worried about her master's mood. Whether Grindelwald was telling the truth or not, if the old wand was really in the hands of Allen Harris, her master was afraid that he would not be able to go to the floating city to get the wand back. If the Dark Lord could do this, then he would not have to look for the Death Wand.
The other Death Eaters who escaped also flew in the sky, trembling as they looked at Lord Voldemort who was still panting. They held their breaths, and no one wanted to make a sound at this time. It seemed that everyone was worried that they would provoke their master.
The light Magus and the former Dark Devil King, who had successfully escaped, appeared in a pitch-black alley. Above them was a deep blue sky, and the first stars were already twinkling. A few houses stood on both sides of the alley, and light seeped out from the windows.
Not far ahead, golden street lights showed that it was the center of the village. In the middle of the square, there was a war memorial-like building half-hidden behind the green trees in the wind. There were a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church. The stained glass on the opposite side of the square shone like jewels.
"Godric Valley? Abusi, you have a good idea … This is much more comfortable than going to your Order of the Phoenix headquarters … "Grindelwald looked at the place in front of him with some nostalgia." We can stay at my great aunt Bashida's house temporarily. Although she seems to be a little delirious in the recent letters, I bet she can still live for a long time … "However, he did not hear any response from the people around him. Grindelwald turned his head to look at the silent Dumbledore." Forget it, that bad boy is not afraid of this mixed-blood boy … "
Grindelwald turned his head back. At this time, Dumbledore's right hand had withered and turned black, and the black gas was still spreading upward, continuing to corrode the parts that were still intact.
"My luck is not too good. That curse also followed me here …" Dumbledore's cheek muscles trembled. He forced a smile, his face pale. A row of teeth marks and bloodstains appeared on his lips due to the pain he had just endured.
Grindelwald raised his chin, and the corners of his mouth drooped down. He raised his wand and pointed at the wound on Dumbledore's arm, cleanly separating Dumbledore's right hand from the rest of his arm. Fawkes, who was still on Dumbledore's shoulder, let out a cry and leaned her head on Dumbledore's shoulder.
On the severed wrist, the face of the bird was soon covered with pearl-like tears.
Grindelwald put away his wand and used his hand to caress Dumbledore's severed arm. At the same time, he applied Fawkes' Phoenix Tears on the wound. Dumbledore's severed wrist slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The new light pink flesh gradually wrapped around the severed nerves and blood vessels.
"It can't grow back … But this is good. At least you can mind your own business …" Grindelwald's expression was no longer sarcastic, and his tone was somewhat unwilling. "If I didn't care about maintaining my human appearance … I also have many methods to strengthen myself like that mixed-blood boy … I wouldn't have …"
"Gellert, Albus?" A very old voice sounded. An old woman with a hunched back and a bloated body slowly moved around the corner with unsteady steps.
Dumbledore had been enduring the information with his eyes closed throughout the process. When he heard the old woman's voice, his eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes. The old woman's eyes were deep in the transparent folds of her skin, and there were thick cataracts inside. Her face was covered with intermittent blood vessels and old age spots, and her head was wrapped in a black headscarf.
"Aunt Bashida … Long time no see. You're still so charming …" After Grindelwald tilted his head and saw the person clearly, he shifted his attention back to Dumbledore's wrist.
At this time, Bashida Barchat no longer had the demeanor of a famous magic historian in the magic world, the author of the history of magic textbooks in Hogwarts School of Magic. She looked so old that her mind was not very clear. At this time, she was simply the elder of Grindelwald and Dumbledore. She looked at Dumbledore's wound with a loving gaze and muttered vaguely, "I've already told you two not to study this kind of magic. Historically speaking, it doesn't have any benefits … Sigh … Poor boy … Gellert, take him to my house. I'll make some crucible cakes for you. Hopefully, it can alleviate your pain."
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