Chapter 1176 ?
"The Elder Wand is here..." Grindelwald suddenly raised his voice, "It's on Alan Harris!"
The bad premonition was confirmed, and the deep-rooted memory caused Voldemort's intact red eye to fall into a state of trance for a while, and the hand holding the wand trembled in a trance, and even the Death Eaters were subconscious. Swallow saliva.
"boom!!!"
There was a loud bang.
Mud was flying, smoke and dust were flying, and bricks were collapsing and flying—the wall behind Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been blasted away, and a hole suddenly appeared on the wall, exposing the sky of Austria outside. , and Dumbledore and Grindelwald have already jumped out of the cave while holding hands.
In an instant, the enraged Voldemort turned the hem of his ripped black wizard robes into more than a dozen long tentacles. They soared like long snakes, clinging to the corridor like tentacles, moving forward staggeredly. Roll forward.
And outside this tower.
Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, had appeared beside the falling White Wizard at this moment. It flapped its wings in the air, its bright eyes were extraordinarily bright in the darkness, and it swayed the long golden feathers behind its tail as it clawed at Deng. Grindelwald held Dumbledore's hand on Blidore's shoulder, hanging at the bottom, and the wind rustled his and Dumbledore's magic robes.
Driven by the tentacles, Voldemort has already jumped to the cave where the explosion happened very quickly, and then his flying secret technique developed by dementors enveloped his whole body in black smoke, so that he would not fall but floating in the air.
This phoenix obviously couldn't bear the weight of two adult wizards, not to mention that Grindelwald's weight exceeded the standard of a normal wizard, so despite Fox struggling to shake his wings, he still kept falling, but after Fox came into contact with his wizard friend Afterwards, it started to glow with fire all over its body.
Voldemort's snake eyes reflected the fire, he let out an angry roar, and a spell immediately rushed out from the port of the wand in his hand, following the fire—then his screams of even more anger and disbelief sounded in the night sky, He went crazy, and glanced back at the half-collapsed walls, thinking that Dumbledore had planned at the beginning, by constantly cutting layers of wall bricks to deform the defense, in order to blow up the wall with one blow at the end. On the strengthened stone bricks, he blasted another spell as if venting his anger, showing his destructive power in vain.
Nurmengard, Grindelwald's fortress and his own prison, began to crumble.
Among the ruined walls, the Death Eaters coughed and slapped the scattered smoke, screamed and supported the bricks and stones with their wands and began to escape out of the cave—whether they used the flying skills bestowed by Voldemort or simply pulled out broomstick.
Alecto Carrow made herself a bubble head charm and flew out of the hole first. Compared with other panicked colleagues, she was more worried about her master's mood-whether what Grindelwald said was true or not , but if the Elder Wand is really in the hands of Alan Harris, her master may not be able to go to the floating city to find Harris to get the Elder Wand back... If the Dark Lord can do this, then he doesn't have to Looking for the death stick.
The other escaped Death Eaters also flew in the sky, watching Voldemort who was still panting tremblingly. They held their breath, and no one wanted to make a sound at this time. It seemed that everyone was worried that they would be killed because of this. And touch the bad head of the master.
The white wizard and the former Dark Lord who escaped successfully appeared in a dark alley at this time, with a dark blue sky above their heads, the first stars were already shimmering, some houses stood on both sides of the narrow alley, Light leaked from those windows.
Not far ahead, the golden street lights showed that it was the center of the village, and there was a war monument-shaped building in the center of the square, half hidden behind the green trees blowing in the wind. There are a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel whose stained-glass windows gleam like jewels across the square.
"Godric's Hollow? Albus, you're thinking about getting there... It's much more comfortable than going to your Order of the Phoenix headquarters..." Grindelwald looked at him with some nostalgia, "We can go to my Paris. Aunt Hilda's house is temporarily staying, although she seems to be a little delirious in the recent letters, but I bet she can live a long time..." But he didn't hear any response from the people around him, Grindelwald turned his head and looked at the silent Dumbledore, "Come on, that bad boy isn't afraid of this half-blood boy..."
Grindelwald turned his head. At this time, Dumbledore's right hand had withered and turned black into a mummy shape, and the black air was still expanding upwards, continuing to corrode those intact places.
"Unfortunately, that spell was also transmitted..." Dumbledore's cheek muscles trembled, and he squeezed out a smile, his face was pale, and a row of teeth marks were formed on his lips because he had just forcibly endured the pain. and bloodstains.
Grindelwald's chin was raised, his forehead was tightly wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth drooped. He raised his wand and pointed at the joint of Dumbledore's arm injury, and cleanly separated Dumbledore's right hand from his remaining arm. Fawkes, who was still on Dumbledore's shoulder, let out a wail, leaned his head on Dumbledore's broken wrist, and soon the bird's face was covered with pearly tears.
Grindelwald collected his wand, then stroked Dumbledore's severed arm with his hands, and daubed Fox's phoenix tears on those fractures. Dumbledore's severed wrist healed slowly at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye , The new light pink skin gradually wrapped the severed nerves and blood vessels.
"I can't go back... But that's good, at least you can stay out of my own business..." Grindelwald lost the sarcasm just now, and his tone was a bit unwilling: "If you don't care about maintaining your appearance... I also have many methods like That half-breed boy strengthened himself just as much...and it wouldn't..."
"Gellert, Albus?" A very old voice sounded, an old woman bent over, her bloated body slowly moved around the corner with hobbled steps.
During this process, Dumbledore endured the information with his eyes closed. Hearing the old woman's voice, his eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes. of cataracts. Her face was covered with choppy veins and age spots, and a black turban was wrapped around her head.
"Aunt Bathilda... It's been a long time, and you're still so charming..." Grindelwald turned his head to see who was coming, and then turned his attention back to Dumbledore's wrist.
At this time, Bathilda Bagshot has completely lost the demeanor of the famous magic historian in the magic world and the editor of the history of magic textbooks at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She seems to be so old that her mind is not so clear. At that time, he was simply the elder of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, staring at Dumbledore's injured part with loving eyes, and murmured vaguely, "I told you two long ago that you should not study this kind of magic. It didn't do any good historically... oh... poor boy... Gellert, bring him to my house and I'll make you some cauldron cakes and hopefully ease your pain."