HP: Slytherin disguise

Taking a deep breath, Decorah was disturbed by the strong uneasiness and irritability.

He hesitated for a long time before going downstairs.

Downstairs, some Alliance core party members have not left yet. They are communicating with other ordinary party members, or getting to know each other.

After all, they are all members of the Alliance.

It is always beneficial to draw each other back.

The most popular one is White, this handsome young man with short and long hair.

He was surrounded by several pure-blood families.

Talking about something.

Even here, intrigues and cliques are inevitable.

Decorah frowned and looked around but did not see Grindelwald.

Probably outside the castle.

This time, it must be serious.

He kept reflecting on where he had made mistakes or what was wrong.

But the results all pointed to the fact that he should not have dignity.

Indeed, Decorah enjoyed praise and adulation as a professor at Hogwarts.

With supreme glory.

You should be proud and arrogant.

Not everyone can figure out Grindelwald's thoughts.

He was once able to kill even his henchmen who had been following him.

What about Decorah?

After leaving the castle, there was still heavy snowfall outside, the weather was gloomy and terrible, thunder was rolling, lightning flashed through the dark clouds from time to time, and the biting cold wind howled.

The waves, like stagnant water, had twists and turns.

Constantly slapping and washing against the shore and the boulders standing on the shore.

The ground is covered in snow.

Only the figure standing on the boulder in the distance is the only color.

Decorah braved the cold wind and looked around.

There were no patrols waiting outside the castle. It was obvious that there was no escape today.

Step towards the edge of the island.

The snow on the ground had reached his ankles.

Finally, Decorah stood not far behind Grindelwald. He took out his wand and held it tightly in his hand.

"Sir, how do you want to practice?"

He didn't think that he could survive the fight under Grindelwald intact to the end.

Grindelwald turned around with a faint smile on his face.

He looked down at the wand in his hand, which was filled with an ominous aura. He chuckled and said, "I'm not practicing, I'm here to guide you."

"Come on, let me see your full strength."

"If you can survive from my hands, I will truly recognize you."

"Give you the most privileged position."

If this is full of inducement, other people would have jumped up with excitement.

But Decorah is different.

He is sober and not stupid.

Who doesn’t know how to draw cakes?

Only surviving is the luckiest thing.

"Will you show mercy?"

Decorah clenched the wand hard, her hands trembling slightly.

Slowly walking down the boulder, Grindelwald said nothing.

But his smiling eyes revealed his meaning and indifference.

Taking a deep breath, Decorah waved his wand without hesitation and used the advanced magic spell, and the flames were blazing.

Almost instantly, flames burst out of the snow and turned into a sea of ​​​​fire, then formed a huge fire snake and rushed towards the indifferent Grindelwald.

With a chuckle, Grindelwald waved the wand in his hand.

The invisible force dispersed the fire snake.

With a cold look on his face, Decola took a few steps back and directly used the Shuling Cult's fireball technique.

Although I know that bombing can't kill Grindelwald.

But it’s okay to burn it anyway.

This was his last bit of stubbornness.

The huge fireball was like a furnace, making a crisp crackling sound, and rushed towards Grindelwald.

Just when Grindelwald was about to wipe it out.

Those dozen fireballs exploded instantly.

The terrifying explosive force directly shattered the boulders on the ground, and the snow on the ground melted instantly, even the snowflakes falling in the air.

It was also directly evaporated.

The flames rose, and the burning sensation could be felt dozens of meters away.

Looking at the skin and flesh on the back of his hand that had been melted by spontaneous combustion from the sparks.

Grindelwald slowly raised his head.

"A very powerful attack."

The voice was indifferent and erratic, reaching Decorah's ears with the strong wind.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Frowning, Decorah waved his wand without any hesitation, bursting out with a dazzling green light.

He knows not to give it his all.

Today I have to come in vertically and go out horizontally.

A white light shot out, directly shattering the green life-killing curse.

Grindelwald walked slowly through the sea of ​​fire that could corrode human flesh through the air.

There seemed to be a barrier around him.

Those terrifying flames were isolated from the outside world.

These flames really made him look at him in a new light.

Even more terrifying than the advanced fire spell.

The explosion alone was enough to blow up half the castle and destroy all the wizards inside.

This is strength, very terrifying strength.

Letting go of the outside world is enough to create huge waves and adulation.

But in Grindelwald's eyes, it's still a bit worse.

With a slight movement of his lips, he slowly raised his wand, under Decorah's alert gaze.

A blue light shot out.

This attack seems to teleport.

Disappeared instantly.

Then in the next second, it appeared directly, hit Decorah in the chest, and threw him away.

Fell in the snow.

The unparalleled sting made Decorah sweat on his forehead.

He quickly got up, not caring to check his physical condition, and cast a disarming spell.

Almost as soon as he finished casting the spell, he used phantom movement to come behind Grindelwald, and then quickly controlled the burning sea of ​​​​fire to form a huge python and bite Grindelwald directly.

The huge impact creates huge waves.

Spreads rapidly around.

The snowflakes above the island were evaporated again and stopped high in the sky.

Once the snowflakes enter the heat wave range.

It will turn into steam.

The huge flame python swallowed the figure into its belly, and then charged downwards.

The ground shook and trembled violently.

Decorah looked at the place where Grindelwald had been standing, which had turned into a sea of ​​flames, and had a bad feeling.

He turned around instantly and took a few steps back.

"It's still a little bit worse."

Grindelwald didn't know when he had quietly appeared behind him.

The wand in his hand flickered slightly.

Decorah seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force.

Kneeling on the ground instantly.

The body was imprisoned and could not move.

It was at this moment that Decorah understood the gap between the two.

Too bad.

Grindelwald's strength was completely different from his own by several levels, and the spells he mastered were not something he could predict and could not prepare for in advance.

This is a silent spell, a silent spell!

You can cast spells without speaking aloud, and the other party cannot know what spell you are releasing.

Causing people to die unexpectedly.

Even Decorah himself knows a silent cutting spell. When casting other spells, the sound can be lower, but not too low.