Chapter 270 The Oriole Is Behind

The Elder Wand... Sean opened his mouth slightly, the Elder Wand was in Dumbledore's hand!

That means that in the past few decades, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald once, or Grindelwald deliberately transferred this powerful wand.

In this originally evenly matched battle, Newt wears down Grindelwald's defenses, and the Elder Wand will become the last bargaining chip to overwhelm the balance.

"Interesting... Hahahaha, so interesting!" Grindelwald laughed loudly.

"Chi—" The magic flames surrounding everyone floated up, and they gathered in the direction of their master.

Newt finally stopped casting spells. He even retracted the khaki stone wall magic net, and then stared into the air with an expressionless face.

The hairs on the back of Sean's head stood up, and he could already smell danger.

They were going to fight... thinking of this, Sean shouted harder at the two of them.

"Phoenix, it's Phoenix! Mr. Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore!"

However, no one paid any attention to him.

"Albus, let me see if you can transcend the limits of magic in this world!" Grindelwald laughed maniacally.

The two raised their wands at the same time and chanted the spell for the first time.

Grindelwald: "Protego diabolica."

Dumbledore: "Partis temporus."

Dark blue flames that were ten times more powerful than before filled the entire sky. They burned with all their strength, and the flames at the top even turned milky white.

There are no more fire dragons and phoenixes turned into flames, there are only flames, the flames of the whole world.

Everyone who finally got rid of the demonic flames knelt down half-kneeling. The temperature above their heads was too frightening, and the air here began to become thinner, and the vision in people's eyes was constantly distorted.

Sean, the only one unaffected, opened his eyes wide.

Dumbledore held up the Elder Wand, but the terrifying magic flame could not get close to his body. Instead, the tip of the wand began to be controlled, and a vortex of flames that shot straight into the sky was spinning crazily.

He controlled Grindelwald's magic flame!

"Boom -" Amidst the huge sound, Sean's vision was completely occupied by flames. The dark blue magic flames were pushed aside and turned into two walls of fire, leaving an empty path in the middle. At the end was Greene's mouth raised crazily. Devo.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, and the whirlpool of flames above his head had completely turned golden red.

"Ha-ha-hahaha! Hahaha!" Grindelwald laughed and stretched out his hands, his face full of joy and enjoyment.

"Professor!" Sean shouted.

"Boom——" The golden red flame passed through the dark blue flame channel, and then——

Devour Grindelwald!

Light that was more dazzling than looking directly at the sun penetrated everyone's eyes. Sean's vision was completely white, and only the buzzing after the explosion was left in his ears.

When Sean opened his red and tearful eyes, he no longer saw the flames that seemed to be engulfing the world.

He tried hard to let the colorful bugs on his retinas fly away, and tried his best to make the blurred vision clear again.

Except for the most central area, Père Lachaise Cemetery has been completely reduced to a scorched earth, and the embers scattered everywhere are emitting their last light.

Sean finally saw the scene on the ground.

Dumbledore gasped, the Elder Wand trembling slightly in his hand.

Opposite him, lying on the ground covered in burnt black... Grindelwald.

Sean felt as if someone had stabbed a thorn hard into his throat. The thorn was stirring and going deep, making him breathless.

He floated up, moving slightly unsteadily.

Dumbledore glanced at him, then waved his wand gently, and a soft force blocked it from the two of them.

Sean raised his head with difficulty, his hoarse voice full of bitterness and confusion: "Professor, why..."

It was not Dumbledore who answered him, but Grindelwald, who had a dry and weak voice.

"Shaun... look..." Grindelwald raised his head slightly and gave him a gentle smile. He looked weak as if he was about to die, "I told you a long time ago... you shouldn't have entered Hogwarts in the first place... Hahaha."

Dumbledore's face was expressionless, but his heavy breathing still hadn't calmed down: "Gellert... you are under arrest..."

"Yes...yes..." Grindelwald's slightly raised head fell down weakly. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the night sky, "What a wonderful night..."

Sean didn't even notice that he was questioning Dumbledore in an extremely irritable tone: "Professor! Is it a phoenix?! Why didn't you tell him!"

Dumbledore did not answer Sean's question. He raised his head weakly and looked at the area that was still burning in the distance.

Grindelwald smiled weakly and contentedly: "Shawn, shut up, I want to hear him tell me himself."

Dumbledore hesitated slightly, and his face returned to calm: "There's nothing to say, Gellert."

"Really..." Grindelwald raised a hand tremblingly. He licked his blackened lips excitedly, and then slowly snapped his fingers.

"Then let me give you another gift..."

"Boom——" The night sky was illuminated again.

The entire Paris, a city of nearly ten million people, was completely engulfed in flames!

"Grindelwald!" Dumbledore said tremblingly.

After Grindelwald finished this action, his raised hand fell weakly to the ground. He turned his injured and weak body vigorously, and in the end he only turned slightly sideways.

"Well... I'll take a nap, and you can go do your work... Ha, I love Paris -" He closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Dumbledore had no time to speak anymore. He waved his wand, and a transparent barrier enveloped Grindelwald, blocking Sean out, and then disappeared.

Sean turned to look at the burning Paris, and then he saw the flames starting to rise and gather in the center of the sky.

"Teacher! Teacher!" Sean turned around and patted the transparent barrier.

Grindelwald's voice was still weak, and he cursed dissatisfiedly: "He's not dead yet, little bastard, can you leave me your condolences for a few years?"

Sean felt relieved a little, and he whispered anxiously: "Teacher, it's Phoenix. You know the forces behind these people, right? Dumbledore's weakness was caught."

"Ha..." Grindelwald's voice became weaker and weaker, "Sean, I said, shut up and let him tell me himself. Ha, the premise is that he can solve this mess and save this devastated city. world……"

"But..." Sean wanted to say something else.

"Shhh... I'm tired. Before I go into the prison, let me sleep quietly for a while - um, by the way, don't bother, Albus's spell is not something that a little kid like you can break. You'll make a noise then. I can’t sleep well…”

Sean's grip on the wand relaxed weakly.

What a bad day... He shook his head feebly.

The people underground also rushed to the surface, and someone came over and grabbed Sean's shoulders.

"Come with us."

"Let go." Sean turned his head expressionlessly.

The wizard who grabbed his shoulder was stunned for a moment. He was frightened by the coldness and violence in Sean's eyes, and even staggered back.

"You, I suspect you have an undisclosed deal with the suspect, come with me!" Being frightened by a second-grade child, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Bang!" A hot invisible whip hit the back of his hand.

"Don't move!" The remaining members of the Guards raised their wands at Sean.

"Hey! Hey! Is there something wrong with you?" Sirius raised his wand and stepped in front of Sean. His eyes were full of anger, "Doing this to a second-grade child? He just saved your lives. Bastards!"

The wizard who just grabbed Sean shook his hand, his face turned extremely ugly: "Blake from the British Office? You know you are..."

James stepped in. His expression was ugly, but he still remained calm: "Listen, it's up to Mr. Dumbledore to decide whether he needs to be investigated."

Newt also came over. He glanced at Grindelwald who was lying down and said slowly: "Dumbledore said, don't worry about this child. Only Dumbledore can solve the fire in Paris. You can't help." I'm busy, please come back everyone."

Grindelwald turned his back to everyone. He coughed twice and said slowly: "Sean, let me tell you, some people don't understand what kindness is."

The wizard glanced at Grindelwald stiffly, and then suppressed his anger - yes, he did not dare to speak loudly to Grindelwald even when he was weak and fell to the ground and trapped under the curse.

The demonic flames just now were enough to remind him of his life.

He turned to Newt: "Mr. Scamander, then he..."

"You can't run away, Dumbledore will take care of it, go back."

After saying that, he threw the ring to Sean and then apparated away without any hesitation.

Since Newt said so, the guards couldn't say anything else. They looked at each other and the leader gave a few instructions.

"Go back first. The injured go to the medical team for treatment. You, you, I will bring people over later. You, you, the two of you stay. As for the colleagues from the various offices who came to assist, please go back."

Explosions sounded, and the wizards left one after another, especially the members of the Guards headquarters. They suffered the heaviest losses tonight. The leader Marshall died directly, and most of the people burned to death by Grindelwald were also their core members.

Sirius and James lagged behind.

"Sean?" James squatted down, looking concerned.

"Don't worry about me." Sean shook his head. He wanted to wait here for Dumbledore to give him an explanation.

Sirius shrugged at James, and then said, "Okay... let's go see if we can help Dumbledore."

The scene of the duel that was so brutal two minutes ago suddenly fell silent. Apart from the fire lighting up the night sky in the distance, Grindelwald had planted an absurd number of "bombs" in Paris. Even Dumbledore had not dealt with them until now. over.

Sean glanced at Grindelwald, who had his back turned to him. He sat down on the ground with difficulty, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.

Grindelwald probably really has no strength, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't be able to leave him here with confidence.

The escort left two people behind, a tall, thin and gloomy witch, and a young wizard who looked very passionate.

Silent and silent, a thought suddenly came to him: "That terrible feeling... seems to have disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Sean frowned. He had never dared to use the Obscurus because he didn't know what the power in the darkness was.

"It seems so..." Mo Ran was a little unsure.

"What's that?" Sean asked.

Obscurus seemed to be thinking, and its thoughts were also slow: "I don't know, it's very strange, it has a strange attraction to me, a fatal attraction, I have never encountered it before."

"Attraction..." Sean scratched his hair irritably.

He was intent on analyzing the situation, but the fallen Grindelwald next to him made him unable to concentrate at all.

"Like an animal's nest? Sorry, my description is not good enough." Obscurus was still conveying his thoughts slowly.

"The lair?" Sean tried his best to keep his head clear, "But Obscurus was born from the wizard's body..."

"So it's very strange - be careful!" Mo Ran's thoughts suddenly became intense!

Sean's left hand turned into black particles, and the huge force pulled his body aside.

"Buzz!" A green magic spell passed by Sean, and then hit the transparent barrier, making a dizzying buzzing sound.

Sean, who had narrowly escaped death, stood on his head. It was not just the magic spell, but the power that Obscurus activated independently flowed into his body, and that feeling of heart palpitations spread to his heart!

That big mouth in the dark is still there! Moreover, because of the activation of power, even Sean felt the suction, as if a head was trying to penetrate his body and eat the Obscurus!

He took a sharp breath, forcibly interrupted the power connection between Obscurus and himself, and then raised his wand to be blessed by a magic flame.

He turned around and saw the witch left by the escort lying softly on the ground, and her companion withdrew her wand with a ferocious expression.

"Turtle shell..." The sunny and warm-blooded look on the young wizard's face was no longer there, replaced by distortion and perversion.

Sean's pupils shrank suddenly, he had seen this look before!

The man came over, and he casually took away the magic spell shot by Sean, and the corners of his mouth became higher and higher.

"It looks like you recognize me? Hahaha." The other party let out a nervous laugh.

His face was distorted, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and the corners of his mouth were pulled horribly to his cheekbones.

"Riddle..." Sean suddenly uttered a curse and murmured.

"Silent Acupuncture Spell..." The other party shook off Sean's spell, and black mist rose from his body. "Look, Wallop, the same trick won't work on me a second time, ha, but Is it effective for you?"

Sean gritted his teeth tightly, why would Voldemort be here...

Voldemort's laughter was cruel and harsh: "Wallup, look at the flames around you, you have learned so well, tsk tsk, even I need some time to open this turtle shell. Dumbledore is coming back soon , so I choose to let you go first."

He laughed and looked at Grindelwald who was lying down: "Ha, let's pry open the other door first!"

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