Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

“Dumbledore?” Voldemort’s eyelids trembled. When Dumbledore’s name was pronounced, the hoarse voice shook with the eyelids, just trying to restrain it.

“It’s me.” Dumbledore’s thick voice echoed over the battlefield. He was slightly nodded, a white robe, and a sudden appearance of a stone pillar in the ruins, slowly reaching the crowd.

The surrounding faculty and students seemed to be petrified, and they were all silent, and then burst into a burst of enthusiasm.

“The headmaster is not dead!” The student was very excited and excitedly cheering.

He wore a gold-red robes, and all around the gowns were embroidered with silvery threads with strange patterns and esoteric symbols.

His own face has experienced vicissitudes of life, and the sullen nose is still as old as it was, but it seems to be mentally awkward, and the long silver white beard is about to touch the ground.

The thick and glamorous voice, Hogwarts students are familiar with it.

“Grindelwald, is your man?” Voldemort asked coldly, and he now knows that he has stepped into a trap against him.

“Not counting, what is it that I am his person?” There was another question in the distance, apparently dissatisfied with the dominant power.

“But I am standing on the side of Albus now.” From the other corner of the ruins, Grindelwald, wearing a black robe, slowly moved his footsteps and walked to the center of the field.

He raised his own wand against Voldemort.

“There will be people who are willing to trust their enemies who have been in captivity for decades.”

“Hogwarts’ anti-Disapparation spell is in effect, unless you can break the magic set by the four Founders. Otherwise, the only way you want to leave today is to kill us.”

“Or killing us, burying your place, this school is not suitable, your soul will pollute the land.” Dumbledore spread his hands.

“What a joke,” Voldemort said contemptuously.

Voldemort is not inferior to his two wizards. At this level of combat, his men can hardly intervene, but there are several professors who are in the second echelon.

Scabbers’s little Mars gradually solidified in Void, turning into a lion’s scorpion in front of the demon king, blocking his escape route, the body of the flame, the golden red hair is 缕缕The fiery wire, Voldemort’s wand squatted, and gathered in front of the body to quickly rise the air, temporarily pressing down the lion’s arrogance.

Kim Red’s robust lion roared with anger, and then rebounded more rapidly. The flames on his body became more and more vigorous, just like the sturdy golden hair grew up again, threatening the fierce fire, four The Mars shot even ran onto Voldemort’s black robe and ignited.

The violent wind can blow away the raging flame and let it go out, which can make his fire grow wild.

All of this depends on the intention of the curse.

For Grindelwald, it is naturally the latter.

Voldemort’s pale face immediately revealed a feeling of anger, the thin, bloody lips were slightly enlarged by anger, and the flame attached to the black robe was extinguished.

Some burnt ashes fell in the air.

He has not been hurt for a long time, but now he is burned by this fiery flame.

The faint tingling sensation is not enough to make him fall into anger, but because it is an unbearable shame.

“Get out of the way.” He growled.

The frequency of wand waving faster and faster, a thick snake came out of the land and wrestled with the lion, and the accumulation of sediment increased, as if the lion was buried.

“The blast is on!” Grindelwald’s wand points to the battlefield.

A fierce hurricane hangs over, the fire borrows the wind, this mighty flame beast king suddenly grows up a few times, the flames of the flames become more and more vigorous, the snakes are baked and the coke cracks open, and a piece of dead clods Such layers are split and even crushed, and they are reduced to ordinary soil.

Voldemort kept his left and right knees under the attack of the two.

The turf of the green of Quiddich stadium was turned over, the soft grass was ignited, the fire began to spread, and a sea of ​​fire suddenly formed, and there was a growing trend. The entire stadium seemed to be burnt red, dazzling The brilliance even illuminates the entire haze of the sky.

In an instant, the red sky is like a day.

Strong wind scattering the last clouds.

Dumbledore waved a little, and a dark cloud from here speeded up his speed. The sky was over the moving towards Quiddich stadium. The big drops of rain in the clouds began to wrap the smoke in the air, condensing and overturning. .

The long drop is no longer a ball, like a long transparent arrow, sou sou.

Water and fire blend together and creak.

The water condenses into ice.

The violent flame flashed in the ice, and the rays of light of the flames faded after being blocked by the ice.

Formed a strange landscape.

Voldemort coldly snorted.

The flame went out, but the ice began to creak, slammed and turned into a mid-air, condensed into a sly ice snake.

A piece of ice was turned into a giant snake, which in turn danced on the field, running on the burnt field, whizzing toward the two old people.

The gust of wind blew and the sleeves of the robes flew backwards and screamed.

The wand in the hands of Grindelwald was lightly picked, and the sun-drenched giant trees in Forbidden Forest were uprooted, like a long sword, slamming into the hail, and piercing its body. The sawdust flew, the snake twisted and struggled a few times, turned into a piece of crushed ice, and flew to Voldemort.

Voldemort’s left and right squats kept squaring, and at the same time with two wizards, especially the strength is not inferior to his, very big pressure.

Suddenly, his body froze, and a curse that was smashed at an angle hit him.

If it is normal, a simple Disapparation can be avoided, and the quick spell can make Voldemort unable to react.

Voldemort leaned back and lay on the grass. His body was like petrified, but he was still holding the wand in his hand. With his resentful eyes, he slanted the two steps and led him into the trap. people.

“we won!”

“we won!”

The surrounding students broke out with a horrible cheer, and there was no such horrible buzz in the Quiddich stadium due to the final Quidditch match.

“Tom, it’s all over.” Dumbledore, carrying his hand, standing not far from Voldemort, shook his head and said with emotion.

“That’s not necessarily.” Voldemort retorted, then closed his eyes and released his arms, as if to lead the neck.

“Expelliarmus!” Another wand of the old man hit Voldemort’s flat body.

Without a trace of resistance, Elder Wand pulled out of the man’s hand, throwing it high, and crossed a beautiful arc in midair.

Everything is over, even if he is the Dark Lord, what can he do when he loses wand.

What Dumbledore didn’t see was that at the moment wand took off his hand, Voldemort’s face showed an indescribable smile.