Chapter 1175 ? We Don't Need to Keep Them Secret

Near Nurmengard, Austria, this desolate, lonely and huge prison was originally shrouded in darkness and mist all year round, but today the light bursting from the small transom windows that have been dark makes the atmosphere here even more eerie.

Now there is only a magic lamp in the cell hanging on the wall in the entire corridor. Through the black smoke that remains in the air, the entire prison shows a dilapidated scene—except for the walls that have been strengthened by spells. In addition to Dumbledore's multiple layers falling off and thinning, cracks have spread all over under the spell, like spider webs. The broken wall bricks and brick ash are scattered all over the ground, making people worry that the tower will collapse at any time.

There are also long scars caused by magical power on the floor of the corridor. It extends from one wall to the ceiling, and some melted stone slabs have turned into lava and are beginning to drip down. Behind Voldemort, the corridors ransacked by blue fire and lightning were empty, leaving scorched burns, but the empty corridors were still billowing with hot smoke.

The Death Eaters had already extinguished the blue flame that Grindelwald used to seal the door and attack by collectively using the magic spell. However, because of the peak power battle they had just witnessed, they held their wands and gathered in the corridor leading to the corridor. At the stairway, no one dared to approach - the Death Eaters had just learned from the results of those fellow disciples who had dared to imagine the Dark Lord's loyalty and sacrificed, even if they approached, they would not be able to give up their blows in the one-on-two battle just now. Any help from Master Kamui will only waste his life in vain.

The Dark Lord obviously let his subordinates make this choice. After all, for the current Voldemort, although the frequency of punishing his subordinates is an increasingly common choice for his moody mind, the fact that he is short of manpower makes his remaining sanity more difficult. These penalties have become generally harmless to life.

At this time, Voldemort's condition was not as good as he boasted at first. The soft and unhemmed magic robe on his body was broken into pieces and hung on his body, barely covering his pale body inside the robe. His cheeks, neck, back of his hands... the exposed skin on his body all left electric currents, leaving terrible scars in the veins of the human body, and even some stone cones were stuck in some places on his body, but this was not fatal.

Opposite him, two old wizards supported each other and fell to the ground. They had been forced to retreat to the root of the wall, and the image of Dumbledore and Grindelwald who could not avoid it was even more miserable.

Grindelwald's appearance has completely lost his usual elegance. The depressions caused by the black magic made him look like a sponge in some places, and his left arm was covered by the stone cone made by Dumbledore. The puncture landed on his own left thigh.

Although Dumbledore looked slightly better than Grindelwald, his silver-white beard was messy and scorched, and his body was burned and whipped.

Now the battle has temporarily decided the outcome and stopped.

"Dumbledore,

Now it's proven, between us, who's right? Voldemort, who was finally free, looked at his state, then stared at the slightly fat old man in front of him with his scarlet, cold eyes and asked contemptuously: "It's really disgusting magic... It makes people want to see it. Shredded and hot... so you taught that kid? "

"The world's greatest white wizard joined forces with the first generation of Dark Lord, even if this is not the master's match." Labastan's eyes were wild, and he roared in a rough voice.

"Master has proven his strength, and now no one will misunderstand Master's strength and question Master's strength..." Yaxley said eagerly.

"Idiot, never doubt that the master is the most powerful wizard." Alecto Caro screamed, and the sturdy little woman bent her elbow violently, hurting Yaxley beside her.

Compared with the other Death Eaters who were still wearing masks and were unwilling to reveal their faces, the three of them had already lifted their masks and yelled wantonly, but it always felt a little bit louder than usual. It's not going well—because the crazy witch with this baby-like voice who usually takes the lead was ordered by the Dark Lord to stay in the base with Nagini.

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"Where is the Elder Wand?" Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Grindelwald, and let out a cold and sharp sneer, "Tell me, I will let you leave the whole body mercifully, otherwise, I will let your soul There is no peace!"

"I do know where it is...but you have to give something that satisfies me..." Grindelwald's eyes with strange gray-white pupils blinked lightly, and his ending sound lifted upwards. Although the image was very embarrassing, his tone was still the same as before. It was like a small hook bewitching people's hearts and mobilizing their greed, "I will tell you... the location of one of the holy artifacts that can make you the master of death..."

"Gellert..." Dumbledore's old voice was hoarse, he shook his head at Grindelwald, but seeing those cold and emotionless eyes, he stopped persuading again.

"Old guy, you still dare to negotiate with our master, two old dogs, if you don't say it, you'll be nice..." Yaxley growled and waved his arms, that really looked like an angry hyena.

"It seems that the great master scared them... They have given up resistance, let's go." Labastan waved behind him, and the Death Eaters rushed in with the controlled prison guards.

These black wizards seem to have all the courage back at this time, and the tips of their sticks are pointing at Dumbledore and Grindelwald by the wall, and some of them even cast spells to make themselves walk upside down on the ceiling, and they are all dead. The corridor, which surrounded Dumbledore and Grindelwald in that dead corner - but in the end, no one dared to cross their masters and put themselves between the Dark Lord and the White Wizard.

"To some extent, you didn't look in the wrong direction..." Grindelwald took Dumbledore's arm, and there was a slight smile on his face, as if it was a habit, "The old wand before It is indeed in my hands, and it has accompanied me through many shining times..."

"Old man, don't be a fool, tell me quickly." Seeing Grindelwald prolonging his voice, and his master couldn't help but take a few steps forward, the impatient Rabastan urged, and the Death Eater behind him The disciples all clamored and urged.

Voldemort opened his mouth directly, and a long, thin flame emerged from Voldemort's mouth, turning into a fiery snake in the air, flicking its tail and flying towards Grindelwald - sitting on the ground Grindelwald, who looked very weak, immediately swung his wand swiftly and used the counter-curse. At this time, the fire snake hissed viciously and jumped up, in the mid-air above Grindelwald's head, but under the influence of the spell, it dissipated. It exploded like a big ball of flame.

But before the fire snake came too violently and quickly, although Grindelwald quickly dispelled Atta and let most of the flames dissipate, some of them were still stained on his body, and the clothes on his shoulders were instantly swallowed up, revealing The scorched skin, Dumbledore also helped to let the flames be picked up from Grindelwald's shoulders.

"If you don't hurry up, it won't be just your shoulder next time." Voldemort hissed coldly.

Under Grindelwald's shiny forehead, a pair of strange eyes glanced to the right, briefly intersecting with Dumbledore's blue eyes, and he moved his eyes back calmly, as if he didn't need to blink at all. With Voldemort.

Voldemort, who noticed this, squinted his scarlet eyes on Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, put away your so-called false justice, your companion seems to be more sensible than you."

"The Elder Wand always likes great power... After 1945, who did I lose to?" Grindelwald's tone was elegant and calm.

Voldemort's eyes immediately turned to the wand in Dumbledore's hand, and saw that it was not the one Dumbledore used when he was at Hogwarts. The instant annoyance made Voldemort's face even more distorted, but after a little recollection, he found that the memory No one in the group started to use the wand with several knots.

When he came back to his senses, Voldemort, who knew Dumbledore's character, raised his ferocious face and turned back to Grindelwald: "So, after Dumbledore, who is the old wand now? Tell me, tell me... I'll go around You die."

"Gellert, don't say it..." Dumbledore ignored Voldemort's ferocious gaze and hurriedly warned his companions, but the pain made him lose his balance.

Grindelwald quickly grabbed his hand to prevent Dumbledore from falling: "Albus... Your wand was also taken by them? We don't have to keep it a secret for them..."

"Very well, I think I can even consider having you as my subordinate... After all, you still have a little use in the battle..." Voldemort's surprisingly long fingers holding the wand loosened, and he spoke in front of Dumbledore and the others. He put down the wand he was holding high, but stared at Grindelwald with ferocious eyes—seeing that the other party was still unwilling to tell the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, he was already planning to capture the two of them alive, and then use Legilimency and Imperius Curse Or let Snape mix some veritaserum to directly get the news he wanted. At this time, Voldemort already had some bad premonitions in his heart from Grindelwald's description that Dumbledore's wand was taken away. .