Hogwarts Everything is Three

Near Neumundgaard in Austria, this desolate and lonely huge prison was originally shrouded in darkness all the year round by mist, but today the light that has erupted from the small windows that have been dark makes the atmosphere even more strange.

Now the entire corridor is only left with a magic lamp in the cell hanging on the wall. Through the remaining strands of black smoke floating in the air, the entire prison shows a dilapidated scene-the walls that have been reinforced by the spell are except In addition to Dumbledore letting the multiple layers fall off and thin, cracks were already covered by the spell, like a spider web, those broken wall bricks and brick ash scattered all over the place, making people worry that the tower would collapse at any time.

The floor of the corridor also had long scars caused by magical powers. It extended from a wall to the ceiling, and some of the melted slabs turned into lava and began to drip. Behind Voldemort, the corridor ransacked by blue fire and lightning was empty, leaving scorched burns, but the empty corridor was still bubbling with hot smoke.

The Death Eaters collectively used all spells to extinguish the blue flames that Grindelwald used to seal and attack. It was just because of the top power battle that they had just witnessed. They held their wands and gathered in the corridor leading to it. At the top of the stairs, no one dared to approach forward—the Death Eaters had just understood from the results of the loyal and loyal sacrifices of those daring to imagine the Dark Lord, even if they approached, they couldn’t make a splash in the one-on-two battle. Any help from the master of God's power would only waste his life in vain.

The Dark Lord obviously also let his subordinates make this choice. After all, for Voldemort now, although the frequency of punishing his subordinates has become more and more common choice for his moody mind, the fact of lack of manpower makes his remaining rational These punishments generally do not hurt lives.

Voldemort's state at this time was not as good as he first boasted. The soft magic robe without seams on his body broke into pieces and hung on his body, barely covering the pale body in his robe. His cheeks, neck, back of hands...the bare skin on his body left electric currents leaving terrible scars in the veins of the human body. There were even some stone cones inserted in some places on his body, but this was not fatal.

Opposite him, the two old wizards sat on the ground supporting each other. They were forced to retreat to the root of the wall, and the images of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were unavoidable, were even more miserable.

Grindelwald’s appearance can no longer see the usual elegance. The depressions created by the dark magic on him make him look like a sponge in some places. His left arm is made by the kind of stone cone made by Dumbledore. The puncture was fixed on his own left thigh.

And although Dumbledore looked slightly better than Grindelwald, his silver-white beard was messed up in a mess and burnt black, and his body was burned and beaten with a whip.

Now the battle has been temporarily divided and stopped.

"Dumbledore, has it proved that between us, who is right?" Voldemort, who was finally empty, looked at his state, and then he stared at the slightly blessed old man with his scarlet, cold eyes. Asked contemptuously: "It's really annoying magic... Seeing it makes people want to tear it apart and make you angry... So you taught that kid?"

"The greatest white wizard in the world teamed up with the first generation of the Black Demon. Even so, they are not the master's opponent." Labstan's eyes were frenzied and he roared thickly.

"The master has proven his strength, and now no one will misunderstand the master's strength and question the master's strength..." Yaxley said eagerly.

"Idiot, never doubt, the master is the most powerful wizard." Alecto Carlo screamed, this sturdy little woman violently shoved an elbow and hit Yaxley beside her.

Compared with the other Death Eaters who are still wearing masks and are unwilling to expose their faces, the three of them have lifted their masks and yelled presumptuously, but they always felt a little bit more than usual. Not good-because the mad witch with such a baby-like voice who always took the lead was ordered by the Dark Lord to stay in the base with Nagini.

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"Where is the old magic wand?" Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Grindelwald and let out a cold and sharp smirk. "Tell me, I will leave you all corpses for mercy, otherwise, I will let your souls. There is no peace!"

"I do know where...but you have to give something that satisfies me..." Grindelwald's eyes with strange gray-white pupils blinked lightly, and his tail sounded upward. Although his image was very embarrassing, his tone was the same as before. Just like a small hook bewitching people's hearts, mobilizing people's greed, "I will tell you... the position of one of the sacred objects that can make you the master of death..."

"Gellert..." Dumbledore's old voice was hoarse, and he shook his head at Grindelwald, but he stopped to persuade him when he saw the cold and emotionless eyes.

"Old guy, dare to make terms with our master, two old dogs, don't tell them, there are good-looking ones from you..." Yaxley growled and waved his arms. It really looked like an angry hyena.

"It seems that the great master scared them... they have given up resistance and we are on." Rabastan waved behind him, and the Death Eaters rushed in with the controlled prison guards.

These dark wizards seemed to have returned all their courage at this time. The tips of their rods pointed to Dumbledore and Grindelwald beside the wall. Some even cast spells to make themselves stand upside down on the ceiling and walk on the ceiling. The corridor enclosed Dumbledore and Grindelwald in that blind spot-but in the end, no one dared to pass their master and let himself be caught between the Dark Lord and the White Wizard.

"You are not looking in the wrong direction to a certain extent..." Grindelwald took Dumbledore's arm with a slight smile on his face, as if it were a habit, "Old Wand It is indeed in my hands, and has been with me through a lot of shining time..."

"Old stuff, don't sell it, just say it quickly." Seeing Grindelwald's voice prolonged, and his master couldn't help taking a few steps forward, the impatient Rabastan urged, the food behind him died. The disciples all clamored and urged.

Voldemort opened his mouth directly, and a long thin flame emerged from Voldemort's mouth, and turned into a fiery snake in the air, flicking his tail and started flying in the direction of Grindelwald-sitting on the ground Grindelwald, who looked weak, immediately swung his wand and used the anti-curse. At this time, the fiery snake hissed fiercely and jumped up in the air above Grindelwald's head, but was transformed by the curse. As a big ball of flames exploded.

But before the fire snake came too violently and quickly, although Grindelwald quickly dispelled Atta and let most of the flames dissipate, some still got on his body, and the clothes on his shoulders were swallowed up and exposed. With the burnt skin, Dumbledore also helped to get those flames flying from Grindelwald's shoulders.

"Hurry up, it's not just the shoulders that will be burned next time." Voldemort hissed coldly.

Under Grindelwald’s bright forehead, a pair of strange eyes glanced to the right, and briefly intersected Dumbledore’s blue eyes. He moved his gaze back calmly, as if he didn’t need to blink at all. With Voldemort.

Voldemort, who sensed this, narrowed his scarlet eyes on Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, put away your so-called false justice, your companion seems to be more aware of current affairs than you."

"The old wand always likes strong power... After 1945, have I lost to whom?" Grindelwald's tone was elegant and calm.

Voldemort's eyes immediately looked at the wand in Dumbledore's hand, and saw that it was not the one that Dumbledore used when he was at Hogwarts. The annoyance caused by UU reading www.uukanshu.com made Voldemort's face even more distorted. But after a little recollection, it was discovered that no one in the memory started to use this magic wand with several knots.

After returning to my senses, Voldemort, who knew Dumbledore’s character, raised his hideous face and turned back to Grindelwald: "Then, after Dumbledore, whose hand the old wand is now in, say it, tell me... I go around You are dead."

"Gellert, don't go out..." Dumbledore ignored Voldemort's ferocious gaze and quickly warned his companions, but the pain caused him to lose his balance.

Grindelwald hurriedly grabbed his hand or Dumbledore fell: "Albus...isn't your wand robbed by them too? We don't need to keep them secret..."

"Very well, I think I might even consider letting you be my subordinate... After all, you still have a role to play in battle..." Voldemort held the wand's strangely long fingers loose, and he stood in front of Dumbledore and the others. The face put down the wand held high, but stared at Grindelwald ferociously—seeing that the other party had been reluctant to tell the whereabouts of the old wand, he had planned to capture the two of them alive, and then use the Desire and Imperius Curse Or let Snape prepare some Veritaserum to get the news he wants directly. Voldemort already had some bad feelings in his heart from Grindelwald's description of Dumbledore's wand being taken away. .