Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Tom looked contentedly at the cheers of the crowd enjoying the scene.

Understand Grindelwald, become Grindelwald, and then surpass Grindelwald.

As for ideology, what does it matter to him, Tom Riddle, that Voldemort promotes Grindelwald's wizard supremacy and lures people to join the Death Eaters?

What, you say he introduced himself as Tom Riddle? Please, don't you know Voldemort is also called Tom Riddle? It's just a common name.

Just as Grindelwald was finally preparing to go on stage and teach this bastard who stole his home a lesson, Tom's second act of arson arrived.

"The Ministry of Magic will never allow anyone to break the Statute of Secrecy. Wizards must never be exposed to Muggles."

A red curse struck Tom directly, coming from Theseus Scamander.

The Aurors, arriving late, finally entered the scene.

And the order Tom gave to Theseus Scamander, who was under the Imperius Curse, was to attack him with all his might.

When the Ministry of Magic's Aurors took the lead, the nature of the matter changed.

Tom casually blocked his attack and said to the crowd, "Look, this is the Ministry of Magic. They don't want us to live in the sunlight, so we are forced to fight back."

"And now, what the enemy opposes proves the correctness of our cause."

As Tom spoke, Theseus Scamander cast another curse and shouted to the Aurors he brought, "Attack together!"

Tom chuckled softly, everything was under control.

1vs50, the advantage is with me.

Waving his wand elegantly, turning it gently in a circle, an azure blue ring of fire ignited, Grindelwald's signature gas stove—the Fiendfyre Shield—blazed with magical light.

The blue flames blocked the Aurors' attack, separating Tom from them, and Tom's inspiring words rose with the flames, echoing in everyone's ears.

"Go, spread our great cause to more people."

"For the Greater Good."

The crowd who heard these words on the scene responded one after another before Apparating away.

"For the Greater Good."

Just as the Fiendfyre was about to ignite Theseus Scamander, this convenient tool, Tom suddenly stopped his movements, allowing Newt Scamander to rescue him.

"Had enough fun, little one?"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded behind Tom.

"I'm very sorry for stealing your stage, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald."

Tom slowly turned around, meeting Grindelwald's eyes as he crossed the flames and came to the center of the stage.

Grindelwald didn't respond to Tom, but curiously sized up the surging blue Fiendfyre around him.

"What a beautiful and familiar Fiendfyre Shield. At this moment, I even have the illusion that it is me standing in the center of the stage."

Hearing Grindelwald's words, Tom placed his left hand on his chest, bowed, and replied, "Thank you for the compliment. It's the best praise I could receive."

"It's praise you deserve. So, Mr. Voldemort from Hogwarts, can you tell me how Dumbledore is doing lately?"

At this time, Grindelwald greeted Tom as if he were a junior, exchanging pleasantries with him.

Seeing Grindelwald mention Dumbledore, Tom immediately teased him, "Professor Dumbledore is doing very well recently, but in the dead of night, he often misses the days of pleasure he had with you."

Grindelwald's eyes twitched. "I'm sorry, I have to correct you on one mistake. Dumbledore was the one on the bottom."

"So you were the one on top? My apologies, my apologies. I can have a good chat with Professor Dumbledore about it next time I see him." A glint of excitement flashed in Tom's eyes.

Grindelwald couldn't hold back anymore, feeling that he was about to lose his dignity by Tom's few words, and decided not to continue the question of who was on top between him and Dumbledore, but instead chose to get straight to the point.

"So, Mr. Voldemort, you've put on such a show today, how do you plan to end it?"

Tom tilted his head, raised a smile, and asked, "Didn't I perform well in today's show? Aren't what I said to everyone Mr. Grindelwald's theories? Or are you saying that you don't approve of these from the bottom of your heart?"

Grindelwald shook his head. "No, no, no, there's certainly nothing wrong with your speech. In fact, many of the words are exactly what I wanted to say. It's a pity that I don't intend to give this glory to you or your so-called Death Eaters."

"That's a pity. But Mr. Grindelwald, don't forget one thing: magic is power. Since we can't agree, let's fight."

In the last 10 minutes, Tom waved the wand in his hand, and the surging Fiendfyre attacked Grindelwald.

Grindelwald waved his wand as soon as Tom said to attack.

Fiendfyre Shield vs. Fiendfyre Shield.

Two streams of blue Fiendfyre clashed, collided, entangled, and spread, raging in the cemetery, while Newt and others had long been forced to the edge of the arena by the power of the magical collision.

"Mr. Voldemort, when it comes to the Fiendfyre Shield, no one in this world is more familiar with it than I am. I didn't expect you to use it against me, it's really..."

Tom heard the mockery in Grindelwald's words, but just smiled: "This is just to express my respect to you. What I am best at is..."

As he spoke, a thick and swift green light quietly approached Grindelwald.

99.9% of the magical world would die under Tom's green light, and Grindelwald was one of the very few exceptions.

With an Apparition, the Killing Curse directly passed through the position where Grindelwald was originally, and he reappeared behind Tom, casting a spell with his backhand.

Tom seemed to have predicted it, without turning around, his whole body turned into a cloud of black mist, not only dodging Grindelwald's spell, but also taking the opportunity to attack him.

"Is this the battle between great wizards?"

Amidst the flying flames, Grindelwald and Tom were constantly changing positions rapidly, casting all kinds of spells that Newt and others had heard of or not, greeting each other, which made them marvel.

Even Grindelwald had to exclaim: "Mr. Voldemort, I must say that you are the person I have ever seen who has mastered the most Dark Arts, without one."

"Unfortunately, the game is about to end."

Grindelwald seized a subtle flaw in Tom, and a simple Disarming Charm knocked the yew wand in Tom's hand away.

Pointing the Elder Wand at Tom, Grindelwald said rather smugly: "It seems that I am still better. Mr. Voldemort, just admit defeat. I will give you a decent ending."

'I really hate the Disarming Charm.'

Tom cursed secretly in his heart, but his expression did not change. When Grindelwald thought he had won, he blasted a Disarming Charm in the same way.

Grindelwald, who didn't care much because Tom lost his wand, was unexpectedly blasted away from the Elder Wand in his hand by Tom, and an ensuing force blasted his body away.

Climbing up from the ground and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Grindelwald couldn't help but widen his pupils when he saw Tom and the wand in his hand: "This is?"

"The Elder Wand." Tom picked up his yew wand and then picked up Grindelwald's Elder Wand, saying the answer that Grindelwald couldn't say.

Silently counting down, Tom bid Grindelwald a final farewell in Grindelwald's unbelievable eyes.

"Goodbye, Mr. Grindelwald, remember, villains die from talking too much. Also, I hate Paris too!"

Time returned to zero, and Tom released his control over the Fiendfyre, allowing it to devour everything.

Amidst the surging heat waves, Tom stepped into the orange vortex.

Nurmengard, the tower.

A withered old man slowly opened his eyes.

"What an interesting little fellow!"