Chapter 871 It Was the Dark Lord Who Killed the Dark Lord

Since there was no way to get rid of this trouble in a short time, Voldemort had no choice but to restrain his mind and began to concentrate on dealing with Grindelwald, preparing to deal with the opponent first, and his attacks were even more ruthless.

However, Grindelwald seemed to be taking his time, not intending to confront Voldemort head-on, and was very defensive.

Voldemort couldn't attack for a long time, and his face turned extremely ugly. He couldn't believe that with his full strength and the Deathly Hallows in hand, he couldn't suppress a dark wizard who had been imprisoned for decades and half-body almost paralyzed in a short period of time. !

This made Voldemort once again doubt his own strength, and even vaguely recalled that night a year ago, when he entered Knockturn Alley with full confidence, but was beaten by a kid and fled...

The uneasiness rising in his heart made Voldemort even more furious. He waved his wand vigorously, trying to blow everything in front of him into pieces...

Grindelwald was naturally keenly aware of the change in Voldemort's mind. When he turned from defense to offense, the wand he was holding tightly in his hand vibrated, and the large destroyed wall tiles around him quickly exploded and turned into several pieces. The sturdy horse, with blue flames burning all over its body, rushed straight towards Voldemort like a messenger from hell.

Such a superb and rapid transformation surprised Voldemort. He almost mistakenly thought that he was fighting Dumbledore, but his rich combat experience still allowed him to react. The surprise only lasted for a moment. As the spell was uttered, a A large snake dozens of meters long emerged from the thick black mist.

The terrifying big snake waved its tail and smashed several hell horses to pieces, but the faint blue fire burned up along the snake's tail.

Grindelwald changed his defense and approached step by step. He blasted the big snake's head with a blasting spell. He also had various exquisite spells at his fingertips. His momentum became stronger and stronger. His originally rickety body became straighter and straighter. Suddenly, it was reversed. Suppressed Voldemort.

Voldemort was frightened and angry, and even a trace of fear arose in his heart. What made him even more uneasy was that Nagini was seriously threatened, and scenes of incomplete scenes gradually appeared in his mind.

"Get out of here!" Voldemort shouted angrily, completely no longer in the mood to entangle with Grindelwald, because he saw Harry Potter and his most loyal subordinate, Harry Potter, in the faintly transmitted picture. Nep...

But how is this possible? Harry Potter is dead, Voldemort is extremely sure of it!

The other party died under the killing curse he released himself!

"This is impossible!" Voldemort muttered to himself. He did not believe that Snape would betray him. He had clearly fought for him through life and death several times, and yet he handed over such a powerful wand...

"Confringo~! (Thunderbolt Explosion)" Grindelwald took advantage of the situation and waved his wand, and the faint blue flames scattered around gathered together and turned into a long tongue of fire that rolled towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's reaction was half a beat too slow, and he could only reluctantly conjure up a semi-circular barrier to protect himself in the middle.

The blue flames quickly collided with the barrier, and the bursting flames instantly tore open fine cracks in the magic barrier.

Voldemort didn't care about repairing it at all. He only felt a splitting headache. His brain seemed to have been hit hard with a sword. The pain that penetrated deep into his soul almost made him faint.

In just one second, the blue flames exploded, and the hastily constructed shield was instantly broken. Voldemort didn't even have time to transform into black mist, and was blown straight away.

Grindelwald summoned a gust of wind to disperse the flying smoke, walked step by step in front of Voldemort, bent down to pick up the Elder Wand that fell to the ground, looked at Voldemort who was lying on the ground struggling in pain, and said indifferently.

"What you just said is right, it is indeed time to end..."

Grindelwald waved his wand vigorously, spitting out a few incomprehensible words, and the blue flames still on Voldemort's robes quickly expanded.

The terrifying fire eroded Voldemort's body, turning him into a torch. A black soul rushed out of the body that was about to turn into ashes, screaming and flying into the distance.

As long as his soul still existed, he still had hope. With this thought, Voldemort threw away the two Deathly Hallows he had obtained and his own body, like a bereaved dog.

But a pair of green eyes suddenly appeared in his mind. The boy he was supposed to kill was holding a sword and stabbing Nagini's head.

"No!" Voldemort shouted desperately. He could not accept that his last Horcrux was about to be destroyed, but he could only watch Harry swing the sword.

Along with a burst of heartbreaking pain, everything seemed to leave him, and the soul that had been barely cohesive together fell apart.

Ivan, who had just received the flash message and arrived in Nurmengard, was confused. He watched Voldemort's soul screaming out of the tower and disintegrating in the air. He couldn't figure out what it was for a long time. Condition.

"Didn't you report that Mr. Grindelwald might be in danger? Winky?" Ivan turned to look at the burning tower, looked at Grindelwald walking out of the collapsed ruins, and asked solemnly.

"Winky... Winky didn't know things would turn out like this, sir." The house elf's eyes widened. It couldn't believe that Grindelwald actually killed the powerful Dark Lord...

Ivan thought of Snape's strange movements and Harry's message, and vaguely guessed something. It seemed that Voldemort's Horcruxes had been destroyed.

But even so, Grindelwald should not be able to defeat Voldemort holding the Elder Wand.

Unless the other party somehow obtained a handy wand in advance...

Thinking of this, Ivan's hand was already on the wand, staring at Grindelwald not far in front of him, and said jokingly. "It seems that our new British savior has been born... I think those wizards will be surprised if they know the news - the Dark Lord has killed the Dark Lord!"

"Savior of England? What a familiar title... But let's leave this title to that brat, he is the one who really killed Voldemort..." Grindelwald slowly approached Ivan, but for some reason he didn't seem to do anything. means, there is a slight mocking look on his face, obviously he is not interested in this title.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Shining stood in front of Ivan with its trembling body, but before it could take action, Ivan held its head and pulled it behind it...