Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"You're going to die at the hands of that boy, Harry Potter, a teenager...you should have attacked Hogwarts instead of the Ministry of Magic." Grindelwald chuckled, and the saints behind him had already All raised their wands, and the only dozen or so Death Eaters gritted their teeth and looked at each other. No matter how you look at it, in terms of numbers, they also lost.

Going to Hogwarts is really courting death——Voldemort sneered, even if he was strong, he would not be so unwise to fight Grindelwald to the death when he was clearly at a disadvantage today.Hmph, an opponent who is about the same age as the white wizard, what more needs to be done?You can see Merlin come to deal with him just by waiting.

It's just that Voldemort would never be reconciled if he just left like this.

Without any warning, the gray-black flames burning all around suddenly gathered in front of him, slammed into a fiery snake more than ten meters long, twisted and rushed towards the opposite side with terrifying flames.

Grindelwald didn't move, but with a casual smile, his hands were still folded together, and under the gorgeous firelight, the surroundings were reflected in detail, from the shadow cast by the eyelashes to the expression between the eyebrows, as if at that moment, It's like going back in time, making people feel in a trance that more than 50 years ago, it was the killing intent under such a careless smile that caused the wizards and Muggles in Europe to fall into a bloody catastrophe. .

A bluish brilliance appeared out of thin air, and dozens of similar barriers were all superimposed together almost instantly.

Grindelwald is never alone. Behind him is the most loyal and responsible subordinate who will consider everything for him.

The huge fire snake hit it and scattered into a terrifying torrent of flames. The pillars in the middle of each fireplace in the obsidian-built hall were swept by the flames, corroding the first layer of the surface.

The flames melted silently before Voldemort.

This time, he really understood the Grindelwald of Germany, not his ancestors, not his enemies, but the powerful wizard he can't face now, not because of magic power, but because of the saints.

The momentary rage stirred up the magic power, and the robes all bulged up. The almost substantial magic power like a sharp knife cut a deep crack between the stone pillar and the ground. The destroyed magic screen hanging there also scrambled to become countless shards like sharp blades and gathered in all directions. They even slammed into the light blue magic barrier at an extremely terrifying speed with the sound of tearing wind in the air.

"boom!"

The scattered sparks suddenly gathered and rushed towards the broken barrier.

The saints who were standing neatly finally moved. In their haste, they had no time to cast an effective and powerful defensive spell, so they rushed forward.

"Floating dust!"

Grindelwald also made a movement. He stretched out his right hand, and his clear and elegant voice became terrifying and harsh when the word burst out. He didn't have a wand, and the fragments attached to the terrible magic power all turned into shining ones a step away from him. The powder fell down, and the flame burst from the middle into sparks all over the sky, and was blown to both sides by the terrifying air waves.

A red line appeared on the forehead, and then a drop of bright red blood dripped out. After rolling, it immediately became an obvious wound, staining the pale cheeks red.

Grindelwald reached out to wipe away the falling blood, and suddenly laughed heavily.

He also underestimated that this was just a younger generation of Katamari.

The price of his blood—

"Break your heart!"

Due to the fierce battle, the direct apparition or the black mist of flowers is undoubtedly a living target, so the Death Eaters who were retreating to the intact fireplace at the end of the hall were shocked when they heard the sound.

They don't know the spell, but have heard what it is.

They didn't even dare to turn their heads back, but they still heard terrible wailing in their ears, and the black wind blowing from behind caused them to fall into the shadow of the pillars and ruins to hide. He fell to the ground and rolled and screamed horribly, spurts of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and he couldn't die for a while, twitching in pain and twisting.

The hem of the robe was all torn, and Voldemort himself could not believe that a single spell from Grindelwald without using his wand could force him to back away.

Sure enough, no matter how deep the research on black magic is, it is useless if you don't find the spells that can be used.

Soul Piece gritted his teeth and remembered the thick parchment notebook in Slytherin's room, but he had no way to get it, and he had no chance to go. If he got one or two powerful spells, Grindelwald would be nothing .

With an angry wave of his wand, all the broken tables and bricks scattered around were shot out at this moment.

Hun Pian suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the huge magic power instantly knocked everything around him away. He also obviously heard a strange wail, but there was a sharp pain in his back.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Frightened and angry, he threw a death curse at him without even thinking about it, and at the same time turned around quickly, but his back was seriously injured, as if something had firmly grasped his back, tearing the wound deeper.

"To the bone!"

"laugh--"

It was obviously hit, but the thing on his back struggled harder, as if trying to pierce his lungs alive.

The magic power surged so that the surrounding marble floors burst into terrible cracks, and there were clear cracking and crushing sounds from behind, but Voldemort still felt that his wrists and body were paralyzed in this short second. Gradually twitching like a pinprick.

Venom trickled down the wound.

Moreover, it is a terrible poison, and neither the body nor the magic power can effectively resist it.

"Break into pieces! Avada Kedavra!"

There was finally a light on his back, and the thing fell. Voldemort quickly turned back and leaned against a pillar. The yew wand was raised and supported with difficulty. The wound on his back was already huge, but this was not the most troublesome thing. Normally, he even felt that breathing became difficult, as if something was curbing his magic power, and it seemed that he was under an invisible curse, destroying his ability to move together with the venom.

All of this happened extremely quickly, about a few seconds after the black wind swept past.

Everyone obviously didn't know why and looked at the huge spider that was thrown out and fell to the ground.

The body and eight legs presented a strange posture, obviously broken and broken, two of the feet were stained with bright red blood, and strange lines appeared on its shell from time to time, as if desperately trying to stand up , but the miserable green body fluid and venom are flowing out from its broken body, struggling in vain.

Grindelwald didn't take the opportunity to cast any spells at Voldemort, who seemed to be in a bad situation. His attention was all attracted by Dumbledore, who was walking slowly from the fountain.

"Aragog?"

The white wizard knew the eight-eyed spider's name, and had heard Hagrid mention it countless times.In fact he couldn't have forgotten that the spider had caused Hagrid to be unjustly expelled from Hogwarts.

--So to say!

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, ignoring the terrifying gazes of Saints and Death Eaters wishing to throw a Death Curse at him, and slowly approached the eight-eyed spider, which was gradually unable to struggle anymore.

"Aragog?"

Its eyes have long been invisible, and it can only feel the same smell of blood cursed by the unicorn as it does.That's what it was trying to kill--but it couldn't.

It lay there, the power brought by the blood of the unicorn was disappearing, and the terrible curse tormented its body and soul. There must be one or two of its descendants who can escape back to the Forbidden Forest, that's enough, they Knowing the horror of wizards will not come out easily.It heard a voice calling its name, so far away that it was almost inaudible.

Is it Hagrid?

"... Hurry up... I can only... can, this... so many... can't protect... the sea..."

The eight-eyed spider can speak human language, and all the wizards present knew it, but no one really thought that such a guy would make a strange sound of rubbing his palate from his sharp and terrifying mouthparts, and speak such clear words intermittently in his dying struggle .

It's dying.

No, even if you don't drink the unicorn's blood, it can only live for half a year. The narrow cabinet in the castle where it was born is full of dust. It waits for Hagrid to open the gate while calling its name. The food sent to its mouth is cold or the rats that have just been caught are not dead or alive. All its food in the Forbidden Forest is better than these, with sweet blood and plump meat, but how much it wants to go back .

When it was not as big as its fist, it watched Hagrid being chased and beaten by a dozen students. When it grew to the size of half a table, it escaped from the castle in embarrassment, hiding in the forbidden forest and watching Hagrid. Grid was kicked out of school with a broken wand.It's dying, and it can't protect Hagrid, You-Know-Who isn't dead yet...

"Aragok, Hagrid is at Hogwarts, he's safe."

The eight-eyed spider twitched even more violently, but was unable to utter a single word, and its lower jaw was also shattered.

"Aerys is a good child, and she wouldn't hurt Hagrid."

Dumbledore leaned over and said in a low voice, the Elder Wand with distinct bones pointed over Aragog's only intact eye: "The light is revived."

The darkness faded in an instant, and the effect of the spell was only a few seconds. Aragog also saw the person standing in front of it and speaking. He was Hagrid's most respected headmaster and the one who protected Hagrid and kept him in Hogwarts. People, passing Dumbledore, it saw Voldemort leaning on the pillar not far away, half of his twisted and weird red cursed face had turned into a terrible gray, and the blood flowing from his robe seemed pitch black and helpless. Healing more and more together.

The Curse of the Unicorn.

The spider couldn't laugh, and darkness once again enveloped Aragog's eyes. This time, it was completely and forever dark, but he didn't struggle any more.

It's dead.