Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald should have begun for a while.

The entire Department of Mysteries was in disarray, with tatters everywhere and serious damage.

The prohibitions imposed by the Ministry of Magic were ineffective for both of them, as if they were riddled with holes. It seems that coming and going here is just a matter of hand, as long as you know the location, Apparition is a breeze.

For others, the spell of Apparition is simply too difficult to master.

Dumbledore flashed out of the large marble fireplace, the blue-green flames quickly disappeared and dissipated, and the tall, spirited old man quickly pulled away from it, and then disappeared again.

Only a blurry afterimage remained.

As for Grindelwald, he suddenly appeared from behind a dark door, and then disappeared suddenly. A gray fog followed him closely, surrounding him, and he couldn't see his true face.

The confrontation between the two of them was barely visible to the naked eye.

In fact, Grindelwald had trimmed his messy beard by this time, the messy, dirty hair, the messy yellow teeth were now clean, and the wrinkles on his face had disappeared a lot.

The brazier, which was hung on the pitch-black wall and used for lighting, suddenly burst into a dazzling light, burned sharply, and burst into several dazzling fireballs, illuminating the entire dark room again.

Then he flew towards the corner, where Dumbledore was.

And Dumbledore immediately picked it up with his wand lightly, and in a fish tank not far away was accumulating green old stagnant water. After shaking it a few times, it poured out in one breath, like fishes swimming nimbly, devouring them. with these surging flames.

"You're still so weak, Albus." Grindelwald sighed, words only he could hear.

"Maybe, but sometimes, weak underbelly can transform into hard armor," Dumbledore responded, even if the old man's words were insignificant.

The voices of the two were inaudible, but they both heard each other.

Apparition.

Another frantic Apparition, ignoring the consumption of mana, just to gain the upper hand in the battle.

Two people will suddenly appear in any corner of this room, the mottled light and shadow dazzle everyone,

Can't keep up with their speed.

I don't know when, the thick black chains lying on the ground suddenly tightened, jumped up, split, and threaded from all directions, as if to block all the routes.

Both sides are trying to block the other's movement.

Restriction and anti-restriction, the exquisite metamorphosis is constantly displayed in the duel between the two, which is dizzying.

The rumbling sound suddenly sounded, as if a well-trained legion was marching in a uniform step.

The golden centaur sculpture moved, perhaps Dumbledore's side.

These sculptures in the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic, do not know when they were called here, as his soldiers.

Some iron leprechauns also came to life, and suddenly opened their closed eyes, full of fierce light, as if they were just awakened from a deep sleep, and raised the heavy hammer in their hands.

There are also some house-elf statues with kitchen utensils in their hands, which also came to life, and began to wave their brooms.

In an instant, it changed from a duel of two people to a duel of two legions.

Knives, axes, hammers, these iron weapons clashed, making the crisp sound of metal clashing.

They have no sense of fear or pain, and they fight so fearlessly.

The golden centaur's head was chopped off with a knife, and Gululu fell to the ground and jumped a few times before being picked up by his long arms and returned to his head.

The goblin held up the sickle and hammer, and slammed her arms around frantically, hitting the centaur's body, sputtering dazzling sparks.

Iron filings, copper filings, silver filings, flying around as deep scars are born.

The clanging sound made people tinnitus.

This is their "blood".

But the competition of magic is not limited to the battle between the two legions.

But the duel between the two was taking place elsewhere at the same time.

The chaotic flames danced, exuding scorching temperature, scorching the house, and the chain formed with scorching temperature.

The wall composed of wind blades blocked the flames, and made a long screeching sound like a screeching sound.

The spectators couldn't even tell who sent the magic, who was on the offensive, and who was on the defense?

The offensive of the flames gradually stopped, and just when everyone thought they were going to die, it suddenly broke out again.

In the eyes of everyone, the scene at this time is a strange and bizarre scene where light and shadow are intertwined.

A fiery male lion suddenly burst out from nowhere, and roared in the secret room. The roar was like thunder and deafening. Its whole body was blood red, and every fur on its body was blooming with bright flames, scorching hot and stinging. Running vigorously, the fiery red flames spread wildly, as if a sea tide formed by flames, overwhelming and unstoppable.

Wherever he passed, gold was melted and iron was melted, and the sound of sizzling burning could be heard incessantly.

The water flowing slowly on the floor rose up neatly and uniformly, the chaotic water droplets gathered into a tenacious water curtain, and the blue water wave came first to block the invasion of the flames.

But that doesn't help.

Then the clear water began to burn out of the laws of physics, spreading more and more towards the door, as if it was not water, but fuel to support combustion.

"All back! Filius!" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, she and Flitwick raised their wands, and together they summoned layers of clear water curtains, blocking the front of everyone.

Just when the lion was rampaging and raging in the whole house, a huge wind blade visible to the naked eye descended from the sky and slashed head-on. The wind blade, in an instant, the gathered beast-shaped flame was divided into two, two divided into four, and collapsed sharply until it diminished.

Completely annihilated in the void.

in another battlefield.

Those mechanical clocks and clocks that were thrown on the ground disappeared without a trace at some point, and made some hard metal chains.

Some were controlled by the other party and transformed into sharp swords and blades with cold light.

The gleaming iron chains suddenly tightened and enlarged, intertwined into a net, blocking the invading sword blades, accompanied by a crisp sound of ping ping ping pong, those sharp weapons curled up and turned sharp again in an instant. Acupuncture wants to find opportunities to break through.

But helplessly hit a sturdy black iron shield.

Instantly scattered.