My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 169 Thunder Dragon
"Mr. Wertling, it's your turn," Grindelwald said with a "please go" gesture, "I have seen Miss Williams's magic, and even I have to avoid the edge, so you have What unique skill can please me?"

"Grindelwald, my wife is here, please don't say such misleading words," Mergan said helplessly, spreading his hands behind his back, "You may not know that our family She has always had the final say, because I can't beat her."

"I look forward to your performance"

"Humph!"

Elizabeth glared at her husband, snorted coldly, took advantage of the gap between the two of them talking, raised her hand, and a miniature brontosaurus a few centimeters long rushed out of her sleeve. It looked a bit like a Hungarian Horntail, However, it is much more delicate. Terrifying electric light surged from the parts that should have been growing ferocious barbs. It rose into the sky, rapidly expanded in size, and then spread its wings, a pair of huge wings covered with sharp blade-like barbs. Open, the strong wind brought the buildings on both sides to crumble, covering the sky and the sun, like a god descending to the earth, Elizabeth stood under the thunder dragon wings, the lightning flashed in her eyes, the knots of the ponytail were scattered, and her black hair danced under the static electricity and the strong wind. Grindelwald was so scared that he took half a step back and kept saying, "Good guy... good guy..."

"Good guy..." Nelson also flew higher.

She raised her right hand, pointed at Thunder Dragon, and said with a grim expression, "Grindelwald, stop being so hypocritical, you didn't hide from that spell just now!"

"Miss Williams," Grindelwald quickly regained his composure, his face turned blue and white by the thunder dragon's lightning, he nodded, and said, "I actually disapparated just now, but It’s just that you didn’t see it, if I didn’t hide, it might be my ghost who is talking to you now.”

"That couldn't be better." Elizabeth curled her lips and said nothing more, and the three of them fell into a strange silent stalemate, while the wizards under their feet were still fighting in full swing, but Grindelwald didn't even want to look at them glance.

Even Mergan and Elizabeth seemed to have lost interest in the safety of Paris, and did not care about the raging fire around them.

The longer the silence, the more oppressive the atmosphere, and the stuffy air made it hard to breathe.

After a while, the clouds that were pierced by Elizabeth before slowly closed, and with the strong winds induced by the low pressure, the sky over Paris gradually became cloudy.

"Boom—"

A dull thunder came layer upon layer from the sky, Grindelwald raised his head, feeling the irritating moist air, a drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on top of his head.

"It's not a good day."

Grindelwald murmured, and countless bean-sized raindrops hit the ground in unison, and there was a relaxing "rustling" sound all around.

"It might be good weather for Paris," Merkant said suddenly.

Grindelwald looked down at him and smiled, "This kind of natural raindrops can't extinguish Fiendfire, and can even only fuel its burning."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head again and focused on the lightning and thunderous West.

It was too late to say it, and the moment Grindelwald raised his head for the second time, Mergan moved, and the hand behind his back didn't stop for a moment. During the time facing Grindelwald, he never He stopped casting the spell, and the spell was completed at this moment. The dark clouds over Paris changed color with him as the center, like a drop of lake blue dye in a drop of clear water, and the refreshing blue spread outward like water waves. It turns out that even these later dark clouds were all written by this prestigious young wizard!
Grindelwald reacted, immediately raised his wand, lowered his head to say something, but saw Merkhan raised his hands and swung it down violently, like a band conductor leading the orchestra to a stormy climax, the downpour formed The water curtain slammed heavily on the top of Grindelwald's head.

Grindelwald only had time to raise his eyebrows before being submerged by the jet of water falling from the sky.

Mergan kept giving orders to the sky of Paris, and soon, following his movements, jets of water flowing with lake-blue magic protruded from the dark clouds, and swooped in Grindelwald's direction, forming a Ordinary water is useless to a great wizard of Grindelwald's level. It may at most wash off the pomade on his head, but Mergan's "In the Rain" contains More than 40 counter-spells, including the curse, those wizards who were drenched by the heavy rain, no matter the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic or the saints who came to destroy, they all stopped casting magic, because they found that the rain His wand seemed to have turned into an ordinary stick, unable to continue to conduct spells.

Even the mighty and ever-spreading Fiendfire became wobbly and weak under the lake-blue rain.

"What a Wertling by the stream," Grindelwald's hearty laughter came from the water column where he was imprisoned, and he spit out a bubble from time to time, "Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...but the power does not seem to be enough, is it... ...Gulu Gulu...?"

Mergan didn't speak, but Elizabeth beside him couldn't bear it any longer. This woman, who hadn't been in a good mood since she was pregnant, clenched her fists vigorously. Let the rain stop for a moment, and then, Thunder Dragon plunged into the sky, and the lake-blue rain clouds covering the entire Paris thinned quickly, and the circulating magic power condensed into lightning and merged into Thunder Dragon.

It grew a circle, let out a painful neighing, and then shook its body, and the huge body burst out with a strong electric light, the eyes of everyone who was witnessing all this brightened, and then went dark.

The thunder dragon, which was several times bigger than before, returned to its original size, and the scales on its body became more and more solid. Elizabeth became paler against the electric light. She waved her wand with a bloodless face, and the thunder dragon was Stretching its body gracefully in the air, it made frequent strong explosions when it came into contact with the air. Then, it flapped its wings and swooped down, plunged headlong into the rain column that bound Grindelwald.

The intertwined rain pillars lighted up one after another. Thunder Dragon sacrificed himself and awakened his companions hiding in the heavy rain. The tops of those twisted and rough-shaped rain pillars lit up pairs of surging wind and rain. Thunder's eyes, they grew dragon horns, stretched out their fangs, stared at Grindelwald who was entangled by him, and then twisted even more crazily.

"Is this actually Transfiguration..."

Nelson sparrow's body trembled and said, as a wizard who specializes in transfiguration, he could tell at a glance that the water jets that looked like oriental dragons were all created by transfiguration—Mergan's magic power would overwhelm the entire Paris. The water vapor condenses into clouds, then roughly skips the process of forming rainwater through condensation nuclei, and directly turns the overwhelming and oppressive dark clouds into torrential rain, pouring them onto the ground!
The dark clouds in the sky have disappeared, which means that all the water vapor is condensed in the bodies of the violent dragons in front of them. The sky in Paris is extremely clear, as if it has been washed by people, and all the dust that escaped in the air has been transformed into water vapor , guarding his city under Mergan's wand.

Although the running water is tough, it lacks power. Elizabeth's magic is like a natural creation. Although Nelson can't understand what it is, its violent energy and powerful destructive power are still obvious.

The thunder dragon scattered itself, put on scales and armor for those dragons, and gave them the fastest speed and the sharpest fangs. Nelson could see that Grindelwald, who had been strolling in the garden before, was trying his best to support the dragon's body. A transparent barrier was erected, which not only endured the constant erosion of running water, but also endured the constant bombardment of those thunders swimming in the water. Vo's defenses are in jeopardy!
"Is this a martial soul fusion technique?" Nelson smacked his bird's beak, piercing through the body of the dragon, and could only hear the continuous "cracking" of thunder in his ears. Seeing this formation, He really thought that Grindelwald was really going to be killed here.

But the future Grindelwald will live well after all.

"Crack-"

Finally, under the successive attacks of dozens of dragons shining like lightning in a meat grinder, the protective cover around Grindelwald shattered.

He held up his magic wand, and a hot black flame rose from behind, condensing into a majestic human figure. It stretched out two huge hands and swung them vigorously, burning the body of the dragon. In the transparent body of the dragon, In an instant, it was filled with scorching black flames.

Mergan and Elizabeth looked at each other, nodded, and raised their wands at the same time. The twisting dragons stopped at the same time, guarding the "prison" in the middle where Grindelwald was held, and their bodies lit up at the same time. A gleam of light and a desolate dragon chant came out from the bodies of these flood dragons, and the spirituality in their eyes dissipated. Then, cracks appeared in their bodies, and unstable white light like atomic fission shot out from the gaps. Except for the dragon who imprisoned Grindelwald, all the others rose into the sky in neat movements, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

Mergan put his arms around Elizabeth's shoulders, manipulated the broom under his feet to back quickly, and ran away in the blink of an eye, while Grindelwald also squinted his eyes, raised his head, and constantly cast protective spells on himself, setting himself up as if facing an enemy Defensive stance.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning struck directly above Grindelwald's head. Before he could react, dozens of water jets wrapped in lightning fell from the sky—they were so fast that they seemed to land at the same time.

"boom--"

"Ding——" Nelson's ears were clear, leaving only a single background noise, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him. Even in his memory, he was also impacted by the aftermath of the battle.

When he recovered from his blindness and deafness, Grindelwald's weak voice came from his ear.

"Arrogance really is the natural enemy of wizards."

Nelson raised his head and found that Grindelwald was hovering in the air while stepping on the body of the Voldebat. The condition of this magical animal that covered the sky was a bit miserable at the moment, and its whole body was in tatters. Like a scarf thrown into the wheel hub by a child, there may not be half of the body left, and black blood drips from the fracture, and Paris ushered in the second rain in a short time.

Grindelwald's condition is not much better than his pet's. His long windbreaker has become a vest. His whole body is covered with scorched holes. His exposed skin has disappeared, and his bright red flesh is exposed in the air. .

The top of Grindelwald's head was scorched black, half of his face was completely black, one eye socket was oozing blood, his left hand was hanging limply by his side, he seemed to have lost all feeling, his chest was heaving violently, and he was short of breath , showing weakness, and every time he panted heavily, a mouthful of dark red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

Behind Grindelwald, a mushroom cloud is blooming, and the building that he stepped on before can no longer be seen, and several surrounding blocks have been reduced to ashes, leaving only a big black pit, the debris in the pit The stone was burned red by the high temperature, and Grindelwald's black flames and Elizabeth's thunder fell to the ground, covering the broken walls and continuing their mission of destruction.

Mergan and Elizabeth flew from a distance, they interlocked their fingers, and stopped in front of Grindelwald.

"Arrogance is really the natural enemy of wizards." Grindelwald repeated it as if he was afraid that Mergan and Elizabeth would not hear it, and black smoke came out of his mouth. These words caught his breath, He coughed violently, shaking his head while vomiting blood.

"I can't agree more," Mergan said with a wry smile, without continuing to strike, "If that blow just now didn't defeat you, there is no possibility for me to defeat you again."

"Ahem," Grindelwald wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "If I don't go to the hospital within 10 minutes, I'm really going to die."

"Hahaha, forget it." Mel dryly smiled and asked, "I have a question, how did you defend yourself? It stands to reason that even Merlin couldn't resist our attack, and I blocked the space , you can't dodge it no matter what."

"You did it really well," Grindelwald covered his mouth and explained, "At the last second, I saw through your intentions, you wanted to bind me in the middle column of water, and let other charged monsters melt into you. Come in and kill me, so I destroyed the water column, and let the attacks that fell after that fall on me one by one-if they were allowed to complete the fusion, let alone me, maybe the whole of Paris would be razed to the ground."

"That's worth it too." Mergan said with a complicated expression, but Elizabeth seemed to disagree, biting her lower lip with a complicated expression.

"Is it worth it? Hehe," Grindelwald patted the dust off his body, raised his wand, even though he was vomiting blood, he had to repair his clothes and hairstyle, "so I finally—"

Suddenly, his movements stopped, to be precise, the whole world froze.

Dumbledore's voice rang in Nelson's ear.

"Nelson, I'm sorry to intrude on this memory of yours. I thought you were missing in my office."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Nelson turned his head and saw Dumbledore sitting on a crumbling charred street lamp.

"The Wertlings, rising stars in the French wizarding world, alas...but do you really think this is Newt's memory?" Dumbledore said, pointing into the distance, "He's at Flamel's house a few miles away. , do you think that even if this conversation did happen, would he really be able to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)