The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 342 The price of deceit is life
"We seem to be committing a crime like this, counting, we are dereliction of duty?
Maybe we should go over now and stop this fight?We have a duty to guard prisons. "

The mountain was covered by heavy snow, and the wind howled, but even in such a blizzard, the sound and light of the magic duel outside could not be concealed.

Members of the Ministry of Magic in the bar held drinks in their hands and watched the battle over there. Someone asked an inappropriate question, which aroused the sideways glances of the people around.

They looked at the wizard who had just spoken as if they were fools.

In such a situation, how about you go?

Nurmengard was turned into a sea of ​​flames, illuminating half of the mountain range, and there was no need for them to extinguish the flames as wizards passed by.

Regardless of whether Grindelwald was buried in prison with the flames, they would report it as such.

"No, no, it's not something we should be involved in.

Of course, if you go up, we won't stop you.

We'll report it to your country's Ministry of Magic, and they'll reward you, maybe, and shed a couple of tears for you. "

Hearing this, the person who proposed to go and have a look shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking.

The wizard who took Duwey Jones to Nurmengard had his face reflecting the fire, and if you looked closely at his hands, you could see that his hands were trembling.

He is afraid.

He is panicking.

As a veteran Auror who is about to retire, he has seen Grindelwald with his own eyes.

That kind of arrogance, that kind of unbridled.

That high spirited.

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

Later, there were fewer and fewer people around Grindelwald, and in the end, he fought Dumbledore in Godric's Hollow.

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

Only now did he know that Grindelwald of Nurmengard, he stayed here, he lived here with peace of mind, not because he was caught and blocked.

It was because he didn'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 even more terrifying than he imagined. Not inferior to Grindelwald.

Of course, they are also different, as for the difference - the old Auror can see that Grindelwald can gather a group of like-minded people at any time, he is like a shining star.

As for the other person, he might be like a black hole, sucking everyone around him.

The two are completely different.

However, the spell that can kill people, shot from the wands of the two, is the same for them Aurors.

None of them will be a match for these people.

"Hope there's another Dumbledore."

He motioned everyone to take turns to stand guard, to ensure that the fighting 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 shook their heads unanimously. They were self-aware that they couldn't cast such spells, so after seeing these spells, everyone unanimously chose to "avoid the edge".

They call and we leave.

Huge snow monsters and long snakes, flames and solid ice, a large number of unreasonable spells emerged from there, and more importantly, such magic duels lasted for more than ten minutes.

This is a desperate number.

Many duels between wizards, including carrying "assistants"-that is, as Ron told Harry, just in case, in a deathmatch, one of the wizards fell, then the assistants would follow until One side is dead.

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

This is a kind of arrogant "noble" operation, including Muggle nobles and wizard nobles, they will all do this.

Many times the nobles who use magic don't think they are wizards, what they believe is that we are different.

Also as a wizard, the wizard who doesn't even have a magic wand at the bottom and King Arthur's sister are two kinds of creatures. King Arthur's sister will not silently think that everyone is the same because of another magic runaway.

Even if it is a duel between four people, there are rarely more than ten minutes of fighting.

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

A duel is an extremely magical and mentally consuming activity, and every time between life and death, it will make people feel highly nervous.

In ten minutes, two veteran duelists could have splitting headaches and blurred vision, but on this side, after more than ten minutes, the battle is still going on there, and the battle has never been extinguished.

A lot of snow fell on Aberforth's body, Aberforth's forehead was broken, and his mouth was full of blood. He reluctantly hid aside and cast a spell on Voldemort, who was dodged by Voldemort. Voldemort cast another spell at Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour's ground collapsed, and he wanted to sink him, but these spells were subtly dispelled by Scrimgeour.

There is no support.

These Aurors really did what they promised.

The two don't help each other.

Duwei Jones dodged the last spell, rolling over from the snow, the dragon fire disguised as a flame, and then the transformation spell changed the silent explosion spell cast by the other party, and he himself was even caught by Ah Brewforth grabbed it and sat on the back of a big billy goat.

Even Duvi Jones didn't expect that Voldemort's madness would have such an effect at this moment. His state at the moment is a bit like a silent state that is about to get out of control. The difference between the silent and silent is that Voldemort can control his magic power.

It is like an abyss, an inexhaustible magic power.

"How's it going?"

Aberforth shouted at the top of his voice that he was not the same as Albus now.

Even if they stand together, people can see the difference.

Brother and younger brother, the elder brother was beaten crooked nose.

The younger brother lost an ear.

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

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

Duvi Jones completely pissed off Voldemort, and his trick succeeded. He drew the brainless Tom's attention and attraction to this side. The only variable he miscalculated was that Voldemort was stronger than them imagination.

Duvi Jones's back and chest, and even his legs, are all traces left by black magic.

The curse above penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

It's like fire, like ice, and it's like numb ants crawling and eroding.

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

Dumbledore never lost his temper.

Duvi Jones succeeded.

It was such a success.

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

Got all the information Voldemort wanted - a potion of eternal youth without any side effects.

He heard all the information Voldemort wanted, but in the end, during Scrimgeour's interrogation, Grindelwald was tortured and died.

Scrimgeour, enraged, burns Grindelwald's body to ashes.

This feeling of not being up or down made Voldemort almost lose his mind. He wanted to kill Scrimgeour, but found that Scrimgeour was holding a book in his hand.

It's books!
The rest of the books in the room were burned clean by him, and there was only one book left that he treasured.

Voldemort saw the book and suddenly remembered what they had said earlier.

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

that book?
that book!
Voldemort bit the Ministry of Magic boy firmly, and a light appeared from the tip of his wand, as if he had hit a wall heavily—sixty layers of armor protection could not block this attack, Like a butterfly flying away, the armor body was broken piece by piece.

This is close to venting.

Seeing the goat disappear in front of his eyes, Voldemort turned into a tearing, black wind, swept towards that side, and then revealed himself in midair.

【Avada Kedavra】!
Duwey Jones hugged Aberforth, and [Apparition] left the place. The poor goat was hit by Avada Kedavra and dragged out without even a whine. There was a trace in the snow and fell below the cliff.

Duwey Jones and Aberforth fell behind a snow-covered stone.

"Here's a novelty for you, Aberforth, if I were you I wouldn't fall asleep at a time like this.

do you understand me?

Don't force me to slap you twice in the face, I've always disliked Muggle tricks like that. "

Duvi Jones gasped.

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

He frantically took out the white essence and slapped it on his face, and then took out the rest of the white essence and patted "Scremgeour" on his body to prevent him from bleeding to death.

He was pushing hard to show that he was healthy.

"This damn flame color."

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

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

He started to wait, and the flames kept shrinking in front of him, shrinking, shrinking, shrinking to the extreme.

"How's it going?"

While Duvi Jones was waiting for Voldemort to come, Aberforth whispered, and Duvi Jones turned his head to look at Aberforth.

"How is he?"

Aberforth went on, and before Duvi Jones could speak, Voldemort found their traces.

"Hand it over! Hand it over!"

Voldemort cast a spell on the stone, and the stone splashed. Duvi Jones protected Aberforth on one side, and the blue flame exploded on the other side.

A light blue phoenix pounced fiercely on Voldemort.

Gift from Grindelwald!
(End of this chapter)