My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Be careful not to lose it to me again."

Looking at the old wand in Nelson's hand, Grindelwald joked lightly. This ancient wand has been well maintained in Nelson's hands. It seems that it even forced him to be darker and deeper at first, enough to be compared with the surrounding darkness. Melting into one, the magic power that is huge enough to overflow surrounds Nelson's fingertips and staff, bursting out dazzling electric lights

Neatly shaped silver balls surrounded Nelson's body, forming a series of devastated rings like star rings in the rapid rotation, and the bright runes engraved on the balls stayed in the flight trajectory. A more shocking picture flashed behind him. Grindelwald recognized the meaning of these ancient runes—simple storage and release, the principle is not complicated, but no one has ever done this before. These stored magic powers are just This is where it comes in handy—this is also the source of Nelson's strength. Even if he faces an opponent who is a hundred times stronger than him, he can still defeat him through time savings.

"I have always felt that I have never really defeated you, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson lowered his eyebrows, stroking the restless Elder Wand with his fingertips, and he even smelled an old bloody smell, which is the old blood in this inheritance. The wand of death, which is full of death, is expressing its excitement. After many years, it has finally encountered a battle worthy of it. Nelson raised his head suddenly, staring directly at Grindelwald, and finished The little silver balls of the mission died down and returned to their original birthplace. The giant, which is slowly repairing itself, stared at the battlefield under its feet with its scarlet single eye, serving as the only witness of this duel. Nelson raised the corner of his mouth, " Thank you for losing it to me on purpose, and now, I want to be the true master of the Elder Wand."

Nelson's face in front of him is full of high self-confidence, which Grindelwald has never seen in hundreds of duels in three years. Grindelwald's face is reflected in Nelson's blue eyes, and the dazzling red is on the tip of his staff. Gathering, they rushed towards Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's reaction was also quick. He raised his arm subconsciously, and the scorching ring of fire surrounded the hair on his forearm. The next second, the thick red light hit his arm, and hastily condensed The Fiendflame was torn to pieces in an instant, but the explosion of the flame before it was extinguished also shifted the direction of the curse. It rushed straight into the air and never dissipated for a long time, even turning into a ball hanging high in the blur. Bright sparks in the white night of illusion.

"Disarming Curse?" Grindelwald's long-lost surprise appeared on his face. He turned his body sideways, and the embers on his forearm after the flame extinguished gave off curling blue smoke. Under the blue smoke, the sleeve of his long trench coat was torn. A large piece, revealing the blood-stained white shirt underneath, "Are you sure this is really the Disarming Curse?"

Nelson didn't answer his question. Behind him, a corner of the black covering the blurry illusion broke through. The bright glare made Grindelwald subconsciously squint his eyes. At this moment, Nelson's figure dissipated into A wisp of white mist appeared above Grindelwald's head in the next second. He held the pointer-shaped long sword in his hand, his body opened like a stretched long whip, and the edge of the sword cut through the seemingly invisible mist in the air. There was a deep ravine, and the blade was surrounded by obscure and monotonous runes.

Feeling the sound of the wind above his head, Grindelwald instinctively raised his wand, trying to avoid danger through apparition, but the magic didn't work. At the same time, Nelson's voice could barely pass into his ears: " Visible blockade."

A sharp sharp sword appeared in Grindelwald's sight. On the smooth sword like a mirror, he saw Nelson's extremely firm posture. He held the sword in his right hand, and the old wand in his left hand was casting it simultaneously. With the counter-curse of Apparition, Grindelwald realized that Apparation was completely useless, and the wand in his hand turned under the dexterous control of his fingertips, and pointed precisely at Nelson's face relying on the direction provided by the reflection of the mirror. .

"You can't Apparate either," Grindelwald almost laughed out loud with excitement, but he preferred to put this excitement into his increasingly flexible mind, green zigzag lightning gushing from the tip of the staff, Through the gap in his ribs, he rushed straight to Nelson's face, "Disarm you!"

This green "explosive weapon" was obviously a joke made by Grindelwald and Nelson. Seeing that his offensive was easily resolved by Grindelwald, Nelson turned his head sideways, avoiding what looked like Cruciatus Curse. Attack, a moment of stiffness was enough for Grindelwald to organize the next round of offensive. When the next spell was lit on the tip of the staff, Nelson picked up the spell with the edge of his sword and fell to the ground. Another black walnut wand held by Nelson at the handle, each fragment of the blade reflects the figure of Nelson kneeling half-kneeling behind Grindelwald, just before Grindelwald's next spell arrives , These fragments were quickly spliced ​​together in the air to form a kite shield that could cover Nelson's whole body. The curse slammed on the kite shield, but Nelson was no longer behind the shield. On the contrary, the shattered kite shield showed the appearance of a sword again. Sharp, relying on the energy of the spell explosion, formed a metal storm that crazily cut Grindelwald.

Intensive and crisp impact sounded in this metal storm, and tongues of fire leaked out from the gaps in the shards. The dense drum beats soon came to an end. Grindelwald held a piece of burning sword tip, his expression changed from normal to normal. out of the flames.

At the moment when the anti-apparition spell disappeared, the two figures flickered almost simultaneously in different directions on the battlefield. Nelson was constantly approaching Grindelwald, accompanied by the cold attack and the flames that Grindelwald kept pulling away. dance together.

It has only been a few seconds since the two met each other at close range for the first time, but it was just a short delay, Grindelwald was once again engulfed by the boundless darkness, and he did not summon flames to change the unfavorable battlefield , because he understood that Nelson, who was already close, would not give him this chance.

"So what did you deform?" He looked around, still unable to reach his fingers, "You confused my senses? No, I can't be affected by your confusion spell, even if it is as thick as the disarming spell just now .”

Nelson didn't answer him, and the disturbing sound of the pointer turning began to remind him at some point.

"You haven't changed the environment either. My flames can tear apart this black camouflage," Grindelwald stood quietly, the magic power accumulated in his hands made Nelson dare not act rashly, "You are very smart, you understand that you must let me Always stay where you can see, so that you have a chance to defeat me in the dark, but your sword just now still made me grab your tail...you are there, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Grindelwald flicked his hand lightly, and the cursed magic power flew out into the darkness with the sword tip held by his fingertips. Not long after, there was a sound of metal collision behind him crisp sound.

There was a smile on his face: "Let me think about it, what exactly did you transform? In the NEWTs exam, you showed enough transformation magic to transform magic power, which was also reflected in your performance just now, but it Not enough to block my perception."

"Crack, click, click..."

The only response to him was silence and the lingering beat of the drums.

"I have not changed, and the things I should perceive have not changed, so what is deformed by you is the process." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "This is too abstract, can you change the information I receive? ?Even if it can be realized in theory, this is an unimaginably huge project.”

The rotation of the pointer still didn't stop. He raised his head and cast his eyes on the scarlet moon that hung in the sky from the beginning.

"Why? Let me think about it," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, as if he had completely given up his defenses, and said softly, "Under what circumstances can I see things when I haven't stepped into the illusion?"

"boom!"

He raised his head, and handed out his wand in the opposite direction to the sound of metal clashing just now. A flame that wasn't too big, could even be said to be small, rushed out, illuminating Nelson's figure, but Nelson's Disarming Curse still hit the target. On his back, he was holding the wand tightly, but the wand, which had gone through high-intensity battles, finally couldn't hold on. It broke in two from the deepest crack, and the upper half flew out, and fell into the darkness under his feet. Among them, only the lower half was still held in his hand, and bright sparks burst out, making his face flushed red.

"Oh, can't you hold back? Or, I found you."

He no longer cherished the magic wand that had accompanied him for many years, and raised his arms high, pointing to the scarlet moon hanging high in the sky in the distance.

"Is it it? This big guy named Alexander?" Grindelwald showed an uncontrollable smile on his face, and the roaring fire dragon rushed out of the broken wand, stretched out its fangs and claws, and rushed towards Alexander Go, "All I can see is that when this guy hit me with his fist, your magic needs to rely on the huge computing power brought by its exquisite alchemy core, am I right!"

At the moment when the fire dragon was about to hit Alexander's one-eyed, Alexander's iron fist popped out from the side, pinched its head and tail, and pulled it in half, and at the same time, it was dawn.

Grindelwald's chin was slightly retracted, looking at the sword on his neck and the half of the wand held in Nelson's hand, he showed a helpless smile, "This is different from the gentleman you claim to be, you like it very much. A sneaky attack."

"Black is also a color, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson chuckled, "You can't prejudicially think that it represents evil just because it can obscure perception and absorb light. Similarly, it was stolen by Prometheus The kindling of fire does not necessarily bring light to people.”

"If only you had this kind of logic at the beginning of our conversation." Grindelwald closed his eyes and let Nelson take the remaining half of his wand from his hand, "I recognize your strength, Nelson .”

But the familiar yet unfamiliar wooden grip quickly returned to his hands.

"What is this?" Grindelwald opened his eyes, and the cold touch on his neck disappeared. He lowered his head, saw the Elder Wand in his hand, and raised his head. Nelson was still standing where the duel started, ready to bow and salute, as if It was as if nothing had happened just now. He recalled the battle just now, the step-by-step traps, the dangerous crises, and Nelson's fighting style that seemed to be specially prepared for him-he was very much like himself, and Totally not myself, "Are you giving me a second chance?"

"I just want to see the gap between you and me," Nelson said seriously, there was no other emotion in his eyes, no tactics and traps, only vigorous fighting spirit left, he bowed again, "use Chose my wand."

Grindelwald nodded. In his eyes, Nelson is no longer the student who needs his step-by-step guidance and a little bit of education, but a wizard who is enough to be an opponent. There was a splash between them, Grindelwald closed his eyes, and fell into the same darkness as before turning off the lights, but Nelson's figure became brighter in this darkness. He raised the corner of his mouth and pointed at Nelson in his mind with his wand When he opened his eyes, the flames devoured Nelson who had just appeared in that position.

"Just like you know what I know," Grindelwald laughed, "Do you think I'm not a prophet?"

Nelson backed away in shock, what can he learn from this? But Grindelwald obviously predicted his trajectory just now, he distanced himself, and finally began to cast spells like a normal wizard.

In the illusion, Nelson was able to display a transformation skill that was several times stronger than in reality, allowing his imagination to be unleashed. It seemed a lot more bizarre, mountains rising from the ground in front of him, those powerful spells were so powerless in the face of the uncanny workmanship of nature, bombarding the pale and proud mountains in front of him time and time again, but they just disappeared , with no feedback.

After tentatively attacking for a while, Grindelwald gave up his useless efforts. The moment he lowered his hand, the unshakable mountain collapsed, collapsing into pieces of rolling clouds and mist, floating in this pure white world .

"You are stronger here than I imagined," Grindelwald looked at the mist surrounding Nelson with interest. This group of things made of only magic actually revealed an intimate attitude. He Nelson didn't even need Nelson to resist the spell released. Just holding the group of mist, it melted silently like ice cubes thrown into a carbon furnace, "I'm really more and more interested. What do you know about this place? , seems to be more diligent than Hai Erbo, could it be that you were originally a dead person?"

"I have another idea."

Grindelwald rubbed his chin and raised his wand, but at this moment, an anxious voice came from afar: "Mr. Williams! Mr. Williams!"

"Disappointment."

He curled his lips, looked at the blackness that had not dissipated in the distance, put down his hands, and nodded at Nelson, "Let's go here."

The mist quickly receded around them. Behind the dense wooden frames in the hall of prophecy, a panting Boggart poked his head out, clutching his heaving chest, and said to Nelson who had just discovered: "Be careful... here comes... Green Devore..."

"Are you calling me, sir?"

Grindelwald patted the ashes on his collar and smiled, seeing his Boggart almost fainting from fright.

"What a disappointment," Grindelwald shook his head, turned and left, and when Mr. Boggart finally recovered under Nelson's comfort, he appeared behind the wooden frame again, completely making Boggart choke and faint Going over, he shrugged his shoulders, looked at the Boggart that Nelson was carrying, and threw the Elder Wand over, "Your things, put them away, we will have a truly hearty battle one day."

"Is this a prophecy? Mr. Grindelwald."

"This is a statement." Grindelwald said after a moment of silence, "Of course, I think I should find a crystal ball."