Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The night gradually deepened, and the excited crowd kept telling each other about the wonderful scene they had just seen after leaving the venue and returning to the tent. From time to time, their faces would flush because of differences of opinion, and harmless little curses were thrown around as jokes. The aroma of cocoa and cocoa wafts from each tent.Every wizard brought plenty of food and water, because a Quidditch game can be as short as a few hours, or as long as a few days, it is not new. Although Krum caught the Golden Snitch, the score was just right at that time. With a disparity of 160, Bulgaria finally lost to Ireland.

Although Victor Klum did not have the power to bring his team to victory, he had the ability to end a game. At least, under the absolute disadvantage, Bulgaria did not lose too badly.

The wizards continued to make noise until around midnight, and finally the camp gradually quieted down.

The hoarse singing and laughing Irish leprechauns running around with a lamp disappeared, the bonfire was still burning vigorously, and there was a wizard lying on the ground who couldn't tell where he was.

Ling Cha held the locket with his hands, and then avoided the place where the fire light hit: "He's not here."

Salazar also stood in the shadow of the tent, and glanced at the still dark sky: "Well, you only need to use the Dark Mark to summon Death Eaters to make trouble here, our descendants...huh."

Just looking at this soul piece, one can see that Voldemort is far worse than Grindelwald. Ling Cha knows even more that Voldemort basically doesn't even have a complete body now, relying on his terrifying reputation more than ten years ago.

"Good night, Lord Slytherin, or rather, Dukes?"

In the dark night, long blond slightly curving hair was neatly scattered on the shoulders, the cap of the cloak slipped down, and there was an elegant and lazy smile on the pale face, but the pair of deep gray-blue eyes were cruelly sharp.

The group of wizards behind him were all startled, and looked at the two boys in front of him who were the same height and couldn't see clearly because of the cloak, with obvious horrified expressions, standing in the shadows.

"Your change is surprising me."

Under Grindelwald's cloak is a German court dress from the 18th century, with sapphire buttons from top to bottom, gold tassels hanging in the middle, a richly decorated saber at the waist, and tall boots that are tightly stretched from the knees. Wrapped all the way up.He didn't have a wand in his hand, but he felt more dangerous to Slytherin than the one in Nurmengard more than half a year ago. He easily turned his right hand with the sapphire ring on his finger, and the trembling trace of his fingertips was a powerful attack rune. Outline.

Leopards in the forest, lying on tall tree trunks and gazing at their prey, are so elegant and dangerous.Every seemingly lazy and casual movement contains a strong killing intent, approaching the target cautiously and silently.

Ling Cha smiled silently:

"Good night, Prisoner of Nurmengard, I want to send you the same words."

"I thought that the person you want to meet is not us."

Salazar also had an icy smile, and only the corners of his lips could barely be seen under the cloak, but he didn't know that the reaction of the two people's identical smiles was so weird that the saints on the opposite side gasped: "Deng Bad luck is over there in the camp."

Grindelwald glanced into the distance indifferently, and the faint restlessness had already passed from there: "You mean, my junior, who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive..."

He raised his eyebrows suddenly, and turned back in the sharp tone that Germans are used to: "I'm very sorry, I forgot, he is your descendant."

There was a loud bang, the burning fire reflected the panicked crowd, and the screams of terror followed one after another.A strange super-complex and gloomy atmosphere floated in this direction, and then a burst of strong green light illuminated the entire venue.

A group of wizards wrapped tightly in thick black cloaks, all holding wands in their hands and pointing forward, they walked together, and everyone who saw them screamed and scrambled in fear. In fact, many people were drunk and tired Still not sober, the fear deep in their memories dominated their rationality, and no one was able to raise their wands to resist, except to run away in panic, thinking that they could do nothing.

Above the queue of wizards with silver masks on their faces, there are four struggling figures floating, their limbs twisted into very weird shapes, just like ancient and weird marionettes in the East, two adults, two children, they The screams were heard far away in the night sky.

Grindelwald looked up at the four "puppets" in pajamas with some doubts, and a saint behind him immediately bowed knowingly, using a tone of enough respect but not the slightest humility, like all Germans are strict and rigid Also use the most accurate words to describe: "It is the Muggle caretaker family of this camp."

Grindelwald glanced at the Muggle child who was probably only six years old, at a height of sixty feet, because his head was shaking unsteadily, throwing up all over his face, and he was weak even when he was crying, and smiled without the slightest pity: " It seems that bullying and torturing Muggles is what my junior likes to do the most."

[Stupid guy. ]

When Salazar was angry, he unconsciously used Parseltongue. The terrifying hiss made all the saints on the opposite side raise their wands vigilantly. Even the soul piece in the locket on Ling Cha's body felt that the main soul was now It's useless enough to embarrass the Dark Lord.

In addition to the frightened and fleeing crowd, more wizards joined the parade, laughing and pointing at the floating figure.They will not detour, step on everything they see, use magic to tear the tent, and when they walk past, they light the tent with the wizard hidden next to it. The flames are getting bigger and bigger, and the screams of terror resound throughout the night sky.

"Looks like tomorrow's headline won't be Ireland's victory, which is a pity."

Grindelwald saluted with the most elegant posture. His taut body can still throw black magic that is not inferior to the death curse in an instant, but obviously he has no intention of doing anything today. Before he understands the true strength of his opponent, the noble Wizards will not easily tear away the killing intent disguised under elegance and etiquette.

With the most elite saints, Gellert Grindelwald, who has almost recovered most of his magic power from his heyday, after this trial, although he obviously felt that the opponent's magic power was not enough to fight against so many people on his own side, but he was different from last time. Completely different height and appearance, even—two people?In the past half a year, I have not received any news of the inexplicable death of a powerful wizard. There is no soul for sacrifice, or is it divided into two people?The problem is that every one of them gives him the same pressure as he felt half a year ago. The Duke of Slytherin may not split his soul for eternal life.

When Gellert Grindelwald realized this, he immediately decided to cancel the original plan and retreat temporarily.

Two Slytherins, what kind of concept is that? The people he brought are definitely not enough, or pure power cannot overwhelm this dark wizard from thousands of years ago.

The uproar had reached its climax, and the Death Eaters and the fleeing crowd were coming this way.

"British wizards, what a disappointment."

Leaving a mocking smile, Grindelwald put his cloak back on. The British Ministry of Magic has not even been able to organize effective resistance. Only a few Aurors are helping wizards attacked by Death Eaters.

The saints who didn't know where they came from bowed to Grindelwald, took their wands, and silently greeted Grindelwald, but Grindelwald had disappeared into the forest on the edge of the camp.

The reveling Death Eaters suddenly saw someone coming to stop them, and without asking anything, they just threw a dozen Unforgivable Curses at them.

But it was obvious that he had miscalculated this time. The expected screams and wails did not sound, but the same red heart-piercing blows struck him head-on.

Many Death Eaters who hadn't reacted were all attacked, and a tragic battle broke out in the camp immediately.

The Unforgivable Curses are light, and all kinds of cruel black magic emerge one after another. With the green light and screams, the Aurors organized by the Ministry of Magic of various countries came to see such a terrible scene.

"Merlin!"

From the other side of the forest suddenly rose a huge skeletal skull, made of emerald-like stars, and a snake protruding from its mouth, swallowing like a tongue.It rose higher and higher, emitting green smoke, against the black sky, like a new constellation.And the Death Eater, who should have walked away when the Aurors arrived, let out a high-pitched laugh and Apparated as black smoke.

Minister Fudge broke down and pulled his hair, and let out a cry that he couldn't believe. The ministers of magic or senior officials of other countries gave Fudge sympathetic eyes to the sympathetic politician while they were frightened.

Suddenly, the entire forest was filled with screams, and a bright rune suddenly lit up in midair, facing Voldemort's mark far away, and also rising into the midair, it was a huge triangle with a circle in the middle, a stick The vertical line divides the circle evenly in half.

Although not many wizards in this world really understand that it is the mark of the Deathly Hallows.

But obviously, almost everyone who is old or knowledgeable knows it has another meaning.

"saint?!"

This time, all the ministers of magic or senior officials in Europe couldn't help trembling in fear, and the director of sports from Germany, who had known the truth for a long time, also collapsed to the ground.

The most terrible thing happened.

Two equally bright magic symbols hung in the night sky, and all the wizards who fled in panic saw them, and huddled together in terror, waiting for the terrible night to pass.