The card draw starts in Azkaban

Chapter 342 The price of the scam is life

"It seems like we are committing a crime like this, but after all, we are derelict in our duties?

Maybe we should go over and stop this fight now? We have a responsibility to guard the prison."

The mountains were covered with heavy snow and the wind was howling, but even in such a blizzard, it could not cover up the sound and light of the magic duel outside.

Various members of the Ministry of Magic in the bar were holding drinks in their hands and watching the battle over there. Someone asked an inappropriate question, which aroused the sidelong glances of the people nearby.

They looked at the wizard who just spoke like a fool.

In this case, how about you go?

Nurmengard turned into a sea of ​​flames, lighting up half of the mountain range. There was no need for wizards like them to put out the flames.

Regardless of whether Grindelwald follows the flames and dies in prison, they will report it like this.

"No, no, this is not something we should get involved in.

Of course, if you do, we won't stop you.

We will truthfully report it to the Ministry of Magic in your country, and they will give you a commendation, maybe, they will shed a few tears for you."

After hearing this, the person who asked to go take a look shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking.

The wizard who took Dowe Jones to Nurmengard had his face illuminated by the flames. If you look closely at his hands, you will find that his hands are trembling.

He is afraid.

He is panicking.

As a veteran Auror who was about to retire, he had seen with his own eyes what Grindelwald looked like when he took action.

That kind of arrogance, that kind of unscrupulousness.

That kind of high-spiritedness.

The people who followed him, the wizards, were united and unstoppable.

Later, Grindelwald had fewer and fewer people around him, and finally, he fought Dumbledore in Godric's Hollow.

Since then, he has become a white-haired old man who doesn't speak and hides in the shadows.

Only when he saw it now did he know that Grindelwald of Nurmengard was the one who stayed here. He lived here with peace of mind, not because he was caught and blocked.

It's because he doesn't want to run away at all.

He wants to make a decision here.

Judging from the current battle, the wizard from England - the same country as Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald, is more terrifying than he imagined. The waves he caused are not purely magical.

Not inferior to Grindelwald.

Of course, they were different. As for what was different - the old Auror could see that Grindelwald could gather a group of like-minded people at any time, and he was like a shining star.

As for another person, he may be like a black hole, sucking in everyone around him.

The two are completely different.

However, the curse that can kill people is shot from the wands of both of them, and it is the same for Aurors like them.

None of them will be a match for these people.

"I hope there is another Dumbledore."

He signaled everyone to take turns to stand guard to ensure that the flames of war would not spread here, and to be ready to leave at any time.

Before leaving, he heard someone ask: "Can you cast such a transformation spell?"

The Aurors around them shook their heads in unison. They knew that they could not perform such magic, so after seeing these spells, everyone unanimously chose to "temporarily avoid the edge".

If they call us, we'll leave.

Huge snow monsters and long snakes, flames and ice, and a large number of unreasonable magic spells emerged from there. More importantly, this kind of magic duel lasted for more than ten minutes.

This is a desperate number.

Many duels between wizards include carrying "assistants" - which is what Ron told Harry, just in case, in the death duel, if one of the wizards falls, the assistant will take over until

One side is dead.

This kind of operation does appear in the history of wizard duels.

This is a proud "noble" operation, including Muggle nobles and wizard nobles, they will do it.

In many cases, nobles who use magic do not think that they are wizards. What they believe is that we are different.

As wizards, the wizard at the bottom who doesn't even have a wand and King Arthur and Sister King Arthur are two different kinds of creatures. King Arthur and Queen Sister will not think that everyone is the same just because another Obscurus goes berserk with magic.

Even a duel between four people rarely lasts more than ten minutes.

Because the magic power will be exhausted, and also because the spirit will be exhausted.

Duel is an activity that consumes extremely much magic power and energy. Every time between life and death, it will make people feel highly nervous.

Ten minutes can give two duel veterans a splitting headache and blurred vision. But here, ten minutes have passed, and there is still fighting there. The battle has not been extinguished, and it has the tendency to become more and more courageous as the battle progresses.

A lot of snow fell on Aberforth. Aberforth's forehead was broken and the taste of blood was in his mouth. He reluctantly hid aside and cast a spell on Voldemort, but Voldemort dodged it and casually

Voldemort cast another spell on Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour's ground caved in, trying to trap him, but Scrimgeour deftly resolved these spells.

No support.

These Aurors really did what they promised.

The two don't help each other.

Dowey Jones dodged the last spell and rolled over from the snow. The dragon fire disguised itself as a blazing flame. Then the transformation spell changed the silent explosion spell cast by the other party. He himself was even beaten by Ah

Notforth grabbed it and rode on the back of a big billy goat.

Even Dowey Jones had not thought at this moment that Voldemort would have such an effect after going crazy. His current state was a bit like Obscurus who was about to lose control. The difference from Obscurus was that Voldemort could control his magic power.

That magic power that never dries up, just like the abyss.

"how's it going?"

Aberforth shouted at the top of his lungs that he was different from Albus now.

Even if they stand together, people can tell they are different.

Brother and younger brother, the elder brother got his nose crooked.

My brother lost an ear.

Powerful black magic damage, he will always be like this in the future.

Aberforth didn't even have time to stop the bleeding.

Dowey Jones completely pissed off Voldemort. His plan was successful. He attracted the attention and attraction of the brainless Tom to this side. The only variable he miscalculated was that Voldemort was more powerful than them.

imagination.

Dowey Jones's back, chest, and even legs are all traces of black magic.

The curse above goes deep into my bones.

Like fire, like ice, and like numb ants crawling and corroding continuously.

With emotions like wind and magic like fire, the angry Voldemort finally showed his desperate side.

Dumbledore never lost his composure.

Dewey Jones succeeded.

What a success.

Halfway through their conversation with Grindelwald, they talked about Harry Potter's family, fairy tales, and how to stay away from death forever, even surpassing death and staying away from death.

Speaking of all the information Voldemort wanted - a potion that would have no side effects and could keep you young forever.

He heard all the information Voldemort wanted, but in the end, during Scrimgeour's interrogation, Grindelwald could not bear the torture and died.

Scrimgeour burned Grindelwald's body to ashes.

This feeling of being neither better nor worse made Voldemort almost lose his mind. He wanted to kill Scrimgeour, but found that Scrimgeour was holding something in his hand.

It's books!

The rest of the books in the room were burned clean by him, leaving only one book that he treasured.

When Voldemort saw the book, he suddenly remembered what they had said before.

"I won't tell you this, okay, okay, I'll tell you, in that book, the news you want is all in that book."

That book?

That book!

Voldemort bit the boy from the Ministry of Magic, and a light came out from the tip of his wand, as if it hit a wall hard - sixty layers of armor protection did not stop this attack.

Like a butterfly flying away, the armor protection was broken piece by piece.

This is close to venting.

Seeing the goat disappearing in front of his eyes, Voldemort turned into a tearing, black wind, swept towards that direction, and then revealed himself in mid-air.

【Avada Kedavra】!

Dowey Jones hugged Aberforth and [Apparated] left the place. The poor goat was hit by Avada Kedavra and was dragged out without even a whine.

A trace was left in the snow and fell under the cliff.

Dowey Jones and Aberforth fell behind a rock covered with heavy snow.

"Let me show you something new, Aberforth. If I were you, I would never fall asleep at this time.

Do you get me?

Don't force me to slap you on the face, I don't like those Muggle methods."

Dowey Jones gasped.

He felt the ice and snow seeping into his bone marrow. The light blue flame slowly extended from the tip of his wand. Aberforth looked at the flame and wanted to think of something, but he felt a sharp pain in his head.

.

He frantically took out the white essence and slapped it on his face. Then he took out the remaining white essence and slapped it on "Scrimgeour"'s body to prevent him from bleeding to death.

He exerted himself very hard to show that he was healthy.

"The color of this damn fire."

He said, not knowing what he was thinking, he just leaned his head on the cold stone.

Dowey Jones gritted his teeth: "Very good, very healthy."

He waited at first, but the flames kept shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, and compressed to the extreme in front of him.

"how's it going?"

While Dowey Jones was waiting for Voldemort to come over, Aberforth whispered. Dowey Jones turned his head and looked at Aberforth.

"How is he?"

Aberforth continued that before Dowey Jones could speak, Voldemort found their traces.

"Hand it over! Hand it over!"

Voldemort cast a spell on the stone, and the stone flew away. Dowey Jones protected Aberforth on one side, while blue flames exploded on the other side.

A light blue phoenix pounced hard on Voldemort.

Grindelwald's gift!

(End of chapter)