My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Interesting, did you turn off the lights?"

Grindelwald's voice seemed a little thin in the echoless darkness, his tone was full of eager curiosity, a bright light shone on the tip of his wand, but surprisingly, this ball was enough to shake the entire room The lights lit up in the Prophecy Hall failed to illuminate anything, as if light and sound were lacking materials that could be used for reflection at this moment, it penetrated through an unknown distance in vain, and in the end could only helplessly Dissipate in weakness.

Grindelwald lowered his head, curled his fingers, and squeezed his hands into fists, feeling the real texture from the fingertips, but the light from the tip of the stick couldn't even illuminate his own hand, he chuckled, and stretched out his hand to the side He went, however, the bookshelf that made the two of them inconvenient just now disappeared at some point, and the other side of his palm was empty. Without a reference, he couldn't judge where he was, couldn't judge the distance, and couldn't even Judgment time.

In the boundless darkness, only the rhythmic ticking and ticking sound of the pointer was extremely clear. Grindelwald's heartbeat also began to become faster with this unrecognizable sound, and even his emotions were caused by physical changes. And showing a tense situation.

Feeling the beating of his chest, he passed his wand to the side, and a straight red magic spell flew aimlessly into the distance. He didn't know how far he flew, but he didn't reach the limit of darkness. After that, it dissipated feebly.

The red reflected in Grindelwald's eyes faded, and the darkness seemed boundless, which made some of his guesses overturned.

"We haven't bowed face to face yet."

Grindelwald said lightly, with a smile in his words, and Nelson's response came intermittently from all directions, "I bowed, and I have been waiting for you."

His ears trembled slightly, as if identifying the source of the voice in the dark. At the moment when Nelson's last syllable fell, Grindelwald's arm extended from slightly curved to straight, wrapped in the green light of Fiercefire Like a crescent moon in a still night, like a fish dancing in the deep sea, scorching waves rippling and darting towards the direction of his finger.

"Ding!"

The crisp impact sound came from a distance. It didn't sound like a clash of curses, but more like a confrontation between two swordsmen's needlepoints. The crescent crescent flickered for a moment in Grindelwald's peripheral vision. The firm castration stopped abruptly, as if the video recording had been paused, and the dancing flames were frozen.

He slowly turned his head in the direction of the collision. In the next second, this supposedly powerful spell was broken into countless pieces like a shattered mirror. They fell to the ground and struggled. In a moment, it dissipated helplessly.

"Have you transformed the spell?" Grindelwald asked curiously, "It's the same as the magic you used in that exam?"

"That's right," Nelson's response appeared in the opposite direction. This time Grindelwald didn't seize the opportunity to make a shot. He stood still and listened to Nelson's explanation, "Everything that can be changed can be deformed." , and things that are eternal may only exist in myths and legends.”

Hearing Nelson's explanation, Grindelwald was silent. After a while, he showed a dumbfounding expression, shook his head, and sighed: "You are really brave."

"I am a cautious man, Mr. Grindelwald."

Nelson's voice appeared behind him again. Contrary to Grindelwald's guess, Nelson did not wait for the opportunity to attack him. Instead, he was waiting for him to complete the last step of the wizard duel etiquette, and wanted to fight him openly, " From idea to achievement, it needs to go through countless design and practice, which may be difficult for a talented wizard like you to understand."

"Hehe, do you think my magic fell from the sky? Or did you slap your head and remember the dream at night after waking up one day?"

Grindelwald smiled, and stood there silently for a while, unable to determine what magic Nelson used. He also stopped guessing, and stepped on the ground with his toes following the rhythm of the pointer. , Grindelwald raised his wand high, the hem of the long trench coat danced with his movements, a blue flame ignited out of thin air above his head, like a rising sun, almost to light up This impenetrable darkness.

Under the sudden high temperature, the airflow surged crazily due to the uneven heat. The hunting wind rolled up around him and swept away in all directions. The shattered flames seemed to surround the raven that was dying of bad luck. Grindelwald stood in the center of the flames, the flames that could not be concealed by the darkness danced on his face, and the strange-colored white pupil seemed to be the most scorching. flame heart.

The hem of the windbreaker fluttered, and Grindelwald raised his wand to his chest, bent slightly, and said in a singing tone: "In this case, I will satisfy you."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"please."

The moment he raised his head, the frightening Fierce Flame swelled even more wildly.

This flame is so savage, people can't help but think of the battle songs howled by the indigenous residents in the primeval forest after hunting. The crown made of feathers was ignited by the bonfire that went straight into the sky, and the blood-stained spears Shining like new under the scorching of the flame;

This flame is so cold, facing it is like facing a well-ordered army, making the audience instinctively return to the war that just ended in the not-too-distant past. On the tracks of the flame-breathing chariot, an inseparable battle formation was formed, and the soaring artillery fire precisely fell into the positions that had already been covered by craters, harvesting the angry lives of the resisters;

This group of flames is so vigorous. Countless tongues of flame protrude from the center of the flames, like the snake's letter, like a stabbing lance. It tends to be ruthlessly transparent in such a beautiful gradient, it is enough to ignite the air, enough to ignite everything it touches, enough to make anyone who faces it terrified.

But it is just that way hidden in the darkness, blending with the boundless darkness, gnawing at the claustrophobia that restrains it, and hiding in the arms of the enemy, waiting for the opportunity to deliver the most fatal blow.

Nelson didn't wait for Grindelwald to complete his gorgeous stage arrangement. At the moment when the flames swelled, a steel giant that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the flame demon appeared behind Grindelwald. Its waist, chest, back, and shoulders The gears on the wrists, wrists, and even fingertips are turning crazily, and even become red due to the high temperature during the friction. The liquid flowing through these mechanisms emits scorching steam under the stimulation of high temperature, returning to the most primitive state of lost fog , I don’t know how long the powerful magic power has been accumulated to drive this heavy steel body. It clenched its hands into fists and raised it high above its head. If the sun can be seen at this moment, it will definitely be a scene that can block out the sun. Doomsday scene.

The magic power pulls the mayflies that make up its body to converge towards the front of the fist, making the pair of iron fists even more terrifying under the blessing of the dense magic script. Grindelwald only had time to look up, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. Without needing to be touched by the pointer drum, his heart beat wildly, but in the face of the imminent powerful blow, instead of revealing the slightest fear, he became even more excited because of the faster heartbeat, Grindelwald bowed slightly Standing up, squinting his eyes and looking carefully at the top of his head, an unstoppable light composed of runes is bombarding down at a speed far exceeding human reaction.

Alexander's power was concentrated in this fist, but compared with those runes that represented different effects, the power of the iron fist itself was not so important.

The iron fist hit the ground heavily without any hindrance, and hit the place where Grindelwald was standing. The flames lingering above his head were torn to pieces by the wind of the fist, and also lit up Alexander's huge figure, the castle on his shoulders Just like the king chess facing each other on the opposing chessboard, the flame wreckage hangs on its body, spreading along the melted armor to the whole body, like an extremely gorgeous armor, the magic power of Fierce Flame stagnates, and Iron Fist The runes attached to it each showed their magical powers. For a while, they deformed, extinguished, hit, hindered... etc., all kinds of magic gathered together, vowing to help the Fierce Flame that was about to collapse completely dissipate.

Grindelwald's comments didn't resonate. At this moment, he was still standing in the original position. A thick tongue of flame gushed out from the wand raised above his head, and the armor clinging to Alexander's fist went upward. The moment he touched the giant's finger, , These flames melted the thick pieces of metal, and the crimson molten iron dripped from Alexander's fist, and was vaporized by the hotter Fiendfire, raising the surrounding temperature to even hotter than the legendary purgatory.

He could feel that his body was becoming dry and dehydrated because of this, and there was a faint throbbing pain from the abdominal wound, his face became flushed, but his eyes became brighter and more excited.

Yes, that's it... This is much more powerful than the play house toys in the Triwizard Tournament. This is the servant that a powerful wizard should control. Only such a strong man is qualified to recognize the world After inheriting his wish and mantle.

Grindelwald's heart was beating wildly, but this time it was not because of the drumbeat, not because of the high temperature around him, but because of his long-lost fighting spirit!

"However, I still have some confidence in myself," Grindelwald's dry but clear voice sounded under Alexander's fist, "I used to always worry that my career would not be completed, but now I am sure of victory. "

Nelson didn't make a sound, but his response was conveyed to Grindelwald through Alexander's fist. A vigorous mist of mist gushed out from the armor pierced by Fiercefire, and when it met the flame, there was a sizzling explosion. With a loud noise, the flames were quickly extinguished, and the scarlet one-eye on the top of the giant's head suddenly lit up, and the pieces of armor revealed fine spiderweb-like cracks in an instant, and split into pieces like drizzle, one by one covered by silver light. The mayflies took shape in an instant, and they formed an orderly formation, wrapping Grindelwald and the Fiendfire around him in the shape of a sphere.

In an instant, Grindelwald's sight was covered by a dazzling red light, and one equally excited one-eyed stared at him firmly, and in the next second, the brilliance of the spell burst out at the same time.

"Om—"

The roar of the explosion did not ring in Nelson's ears, but was replaced by tinnitus after the aftershock. The strong impact made his eyes go black. He stood still and stood in the distance. Alexander's body was completely burned in his sight. Still maintaining the posture of hitting the ground with a heavy fist, he waved his hand, and the huge body of the giant disintegrated instantly, turning into pieces of crystal snowflakes, fading away the burning Fiercefire, and disappearing into the surrounding mist.

Nelson did not celebrate the victory, but raised his wand more seriously, and as Alexander retreated into the mist, a flame attached to his skeleton and followed.

He took a step back, swallowed by the twisted mist vortex behind him, and stepped into the blurred illusion.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked at the pure white world around him - the pure white hall, the rows of pure white shelves, and the pure white crystal balls.

He heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and looked at the wand in his hand. After all, this wand that had been with him for many years could not compare with the Deathly Hallows like the Elder Wand. At this moment, the wand was covered with cracks and blackened scars. Nelson's blow Although it didn't bring him fatal damage, it could already bring him an irresistible threat.

When his eyes suddenly went dark, Grindelwald raised his wand subconsciously, and the flames lit up all over him. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Have you chased in so quickly?"

The flames are growing wantonly in the boundless darkness, becoming stronger and more aggressive, just like Grindelwald himself, he tilted his head slightly, the sharpness of the flames reflected in the white pupils, spreading wildly In the flames, his wand pointed forward slightly.

"Burn."

Incomparably simple vocabulary, not even runes, not even spells, it was a sentence in German, and he gave orders as if talking to flames, and the restless fire quickly responded to his words expect,

Just like the spring is covered by catkins and presents a vast expanse of white grass and burns due to a dropped cigarette butt, with Grindelwald as the center, a small spark appears under his feet. The moment the spark touches the ground, the spark It swelled suddenly, and then spread into a ring of fire that was enough to enclose him. The ring of fire expanded rapidly to the surroundings, and walked a distance of several meters in an instant, revealing the clumsy shapes that Grindelwald was stepping on. The white stone floor tiles, he violently tore open the dark cage that bound the duel, and the down-to-earth touch made a satisfied smile appear on his face.

"Fight me with a wand, wizard."

Grindelwald raised his head and said softly, while Nelson's figure was standing not far in front of him, erratic in the darkness still spreading in the flames, maintaining the distance between the two saluting when the duel started.