Hogwarts Everything Is Three Book 2 Chapter 1176
"The old magic wand is..." Grindelwald suddenly raised his voice, "It's on Alan Harris!"
The bad foreboding was confirmed, and the deep memory caused Voldemort's intact red eye to fall into a state of loss for a while, and the hand holding the wand trembled in a daze, even the Death Eaters were somewhat subconscious. Swallow saliva.
There was a loud explosion.
Mud was splashing, smoke was everywhere, bricks collapsed and splashed in all directions-the wall behind Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been blown up, and a hole suddenly appeared in the wall exposing the Austrian sky outside. , And Dumbledore and Grindelwald had already jumped out of the hole while holding hands.
Suddenly, the furious Voldemort turned the hem of his broken black wizard robes into more than a dozen long tentacles-like living creatures. They flew like long snakes, adsorbing the corridors like tentacles, and staggered forward quickly. Roll forward.
And outside this tall tower.
Dumbledores Phoenix Fox has appeared next to the white wizard who is falling. It **** its wings in the air, and its sparkling eyes are particularly bright in the dark. It swings the long golden feathers behind its tail and grabs Deng with its paws. Grindelwald took Dumbledore's hand on the shoulders of Bleddo and hung it at the bottom. The wind rustled his and Dumbledore's magic robe.
Driven by the tentacles, Voldemort had already jumped to the cave of the explosion very quickly, and then his flying secrets developed by the dementors made black smoke cover his body, so that he would not fall but instead. Floating in the air.
This phoenix obviously cannot bear the weight of two adult wizards. What's more, Grindelwald's weight exceeds the standard of a normal wizard. Although Fox struggled to shake his wings, he continued to fall, but he was in contact with his wizard friends. After that, it started to glow all over.
Voldemorts snake eyes reflected the fire, and he roared angrily. A spell immediately rushed out of the port of the wand in his hand and followed the fire lightthen he screamed more angry and disbelief in the night sky. He went mad and looked back at the half-collapsed walls, thinking that Dumbledore had planned at the beginning, by constantly cutting layers of wall bricks and deforming defenses, in order to blow up this kind in the final blow. After the strengthened stone brick, he vented another curse to show his destructive power in vain.
The fortress built by Grindelwald was also his own prison, Numongarde, began to collapse.
Amidst the ruined walls, the Death Eaters coughed and slapped the scattered smoke and dust, and screamed that they used their wands to support the bricks and began to flee outside the cave-whether they used the flying skills bestowed by Voldemort or simply took out Flying broomstick.
Alecto Carlo made a bubble curse for herself and flew out of the hole first. Compared to other panicked colleagues, she was more worried about her masters mood-whether Grindelwald said it was true or false. , But if the old wand is really in the hands of Alan Harris, her master may not be able to find Harris on the floating city to get the old wand back...If the Dark Lord can do this, then he doesnt need it Find this death rod.
The other Death Eaters who escaped also flew into the sky, watching tremblingly at Voldemort who was still panting. They kept their breath, and no one wanted to make a sound at this time. It seemed that everyone was worried that they would be so. And touch the mold of the owner.
The white wizard and the former black demon who successfully escaped appeared standing in a dark alley with a dark blue sky above their heads. The first batch of stars were already shining, and some houses were standing on both sides of the narrow alley. Light revealed from those windows.
Not far ahead, a golden street light showed that it was the center of the village. There was a war monument-like building in the center of the square, half hidden behind the green trees in the wind. There are a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church, and the stained glass radiates a jewel-like light across the square.
"Godric Valley? Albus, you want to come here...it's a lot more comfortable than going to your Order of the Phoenix headquarters..." Grindelwald looked at him with some nostalgia, "We can go to my Pakistan Aunt Hidas house is temporarily staying. Although she seems to be a little unconscious in the recent letter, I bet she can live a long time..." But without hearing a response from the people around him, Grindelwald turned to look at the silent Dumbledore, "Come on, that bad boy is not afraid of this mixed boy..."
Grindelwald turned his head, at this time Dumbledore's right hand had withered and turned black into a mummy-like shape, and the black gas continued to expand upward, continuing to corrode those intact places.
"Unfortunately, that spell came along..." Dumbledore's cheek muscles trembled, and he supported a smile, his face was pale, his lips biting out a row of teeth because he had just forcibly endured the pain. And blood stains.
Grindelwald's chin was raised, the corners of his forehead wrinkled and closed mouth drooped, and he raised his wand to point at the junction of Dumbledore's arm injuries, neatly separating Dumbledore's right hand from his remaining arm. Fox, who was still on Dumbledore's shoulder, let out a whine, and leaned his head on Dumbledore's broken wrist, and soon the bird's face was covered with pearly tears.
Grindelwald gathered his wand, and then stroked Dumbledores broken arm with his hand, while smearing Foxs phoenix tears on those broken arms, and Dumbledores broken wrist slowly healed as quickly as the naked eye could reach. , The new light pink fleshy skin gradually wraps the broken nerves and blood vessels.
"It won't go back for long... But that's okay, you can at least take care of your nostalgia..." Grindelwald's expression disappeared, and his tone was a bit unwilling: "If you don't care about maintaining a human appearance... I also have many means like Strengthen himself like the mixed boy...not to..."
"Gellert, Albus?" A very old voice rang ~wuxiaworld.online~ An old woman crouched, her bloated body slowly moving around the corner with a staggering pace.
During this process, Dumbledore kept his eyes closed and endured the information. Hearing the voice of the old woman, his eyelids quivered and opened his eyes. The old woman's eyes were sunken in the transparent skin folds, thick inside. Cataracts. Her face was covered with intermittent blood vessels and age spots, and a black turban was wrapped around her head.
"Aunt Bathilda... It's been a long time, you're still so charming..." After Grindelwald turned his head to see the person, he moved his attention back to Dumbledore's wrist.
At this time, Bathilda Bagshot no longer has the charm of a famous magical historian in the magical world and the author of the history of magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She seems to be too old to be so clear-headed. Shi is simply as the elder of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, staring at Dumbledores injured part with compassionate eyes, muttering vaguely, "I said you two shouldnt study this kind of magic. Historically speaking, its no good...oh...poor boy...Gellert, help him to my house, and I will make some crucible cakes for you, hoping to relieve your pain."