Chapter 1175: We Don’t Have to Keep Secrets for Them
Close to Nurmengard in Austria, this desolate and lonely huge prison was originally shrouded in darkness and fog all year round, but today the light bursting out of the small windows that had always been dark made the atmosphere here even weirder.
Now there is only a magic lamp hanging on the wall in the cell in the entire corridor. Through the remaining wisps of black smoke floating in the air, the entire prison shows a dilapidated scene - the walls that have been reinforced by spells are in addition to the In addition to Dumbledore's efforts to make the layers fall off and become thinner, cracks were already spread under the spell, like spider webs. Broken wall bricks and brick ash were scattered on the ground, making people worry that the tower would collapse at any time.
The floor of the corridor still had long scars caused by magical power, which extended from one wall to the ceiling. Some of the melted slate turned into lava and began to drip down. Behind Voldemort, the corridor was empty after being ransacked by blue fire lightning, leaving behind scorched black burns, but the empty corridor was still billowing with hot smoke.
The Death Eaters had already extinguished the blue flames used by Grindelwald to seal the door and attack through the collective use of the Ten Thousand Curses. However, due to the battle of top power they had just witnessed, they held their wands and gathered in the corridor leading to the corridor. At the entrance of the stairs, no one dared to approach - the Death Eaters had just learned from the consequences of those fellow disciples who dared to imagine that the Dark Lord had sacrificed their lives to show their loyalty. Any help brought by the divine master will only be a waste of his own life.
The Dark Lord obviously allowed his subordinates to make this choice. After all, for the current Voldemort, although the frequency of punishing his subordinates was becoming an increasingly common choice for his moody mind, the fact that he was short of manpower made his remaining sanity slip. These punishments are generally harmless.
At this time, Voldemort's condition was not as good as he first boasted. The soft and seamless magic robe on his body was broken into pieces and hung on his body, barely covering his pale body under the robe. His cheeks, neck, back of hands...the exposed skin on his body all had electric currents that left terrible scars on the body's veins. There were even some stone awl tips stuck in some places on his body, but they were not fatal.
Opposite him, two old wizards supported each other and fell to the ground. They had been forced to retreat to the base of the wall. The images of Dumbledore and Grindelwald who were unable to escape were even more miserable.
Grindelwald's appearance is no longer as elegant as usual. The dents caused by the dark magic on his body make him look like a sponge in some places. His left arm is covered with the kind of stone cone made by Dumbledore. The puncture was lodged in his own left thigh.
Although Dumbledore looked slightly better than Grindelwald, his silver-white beard was messy and charred, and his body had marks of being burned by fire and whipped.
Now the battle has temporarily decided the winner and stopped.
"Dumbledore, now it's been proven who is right between us, right?" Voldemort, who finally had time, looked at his own condition, and then stared at the slightly fat old man in front of him with his scarlet, cold eyes. He asked contemptuously: "It's such a disgusting magic... It makes people want to tear it to pieces and get angry when they see it... So you taught that boy?"
"The greatest white wizard in the world joins forces with the first-generation Dark Lord. Even so, he is no match for his master." Rabastan's eyes were wild and he roared in a rough voice.
"The master has proven his strength. Now no one will misunderstand the master's power or question the master's strength..." Yaxley said eagerly.
"Idiot, there is no need to doubt that the master is the most powerful wizard." Alecto Carlo scolded sharply, and the strong little woman violently elbowed 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 taken off their masks and shouted loudly, but the shouts from these people always felt a bit louder than usual. It was unfortunate - because the crazy witch with the baby-like voice who always took 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 smile, "Tell me, I will mercifully let you leave your body, otherwise, I will let your soul There is no peace either!”
"I do know where it is... but you have to pay something to satisfy me..." Grindelwald's eyes with strange gray-white pupils blinked lightly, and his final voice rose slightly. Although the image was very embarrassing, his tone was still the same as before. Like a small hook tempting people's hearts and arousing their greed, "I will tell you...the location of one of the sacred weapons that can make you the master of death..."
"Gellert..." Dumbledore's old voice was hoarse. He shook his head at Grindelwald, but when he saw those cold and emotionless eyes, he stopped persuading him.
"Old guy, you still dare to negotiate conditions with our master. Two old dogs, if you don't say it out loud, you will look better..." Yaxley roared and waved his arms, looking like an angry hyena.
"It seems that the great master has frightened them... They have given up resistance, let's go." Rabastan waved behind him, and the Death Eaters, with the controlled prison guards, swarmed in.
These dark wizards seemed to have regained their courage at this time. The tips of their wands were pointed at Dumbledore and Grindelwald by the wall. Some of them even cast spells to make themselves walk upside down on the ceiling. They were absolutely miserable in all directions. The corridor surrounded Dumbledore and Grindelwald in that blind corner - but in the end, no one dared to cross their master and let themselves be sandwiched between the Dark Lord and the White Wizard.
"To a certain extent, you are not looking in the wrong direction..." Grindelwald hugged Dumbledore's arm, with a slight smile on his face, as if it was a habit, "Before, the Elder Wand It is indeed in my hands and has accompanied me through many shining moments..."
"Old man, don't be pretentious and speak quickly." Seeing Grindelwald prolonging his voice and his master even couldn't help but take a few steps forward, the impatient Rabastan urged, the death-eater behind him The disciples all started making noises and urging him.
Voldemort opened his mouth directly, and a long thin flame emerged from Voldemort's mouth, leaping into the air and turning into a fire snake. It swung its tail and began to fly in the direction of Grindelwald - sitting on the ground. Grindelwald, who looked very weak, immediately waved his wand and used the counter-spell. At this time, the fire snake hissed viciously and jumped up, in mid-air above Grindelwald's head, but transformed under the influence of the spell. A large ball of flame exploded.
But the fire snake came too violently and quickly. Although Grindelwald quickly neutralized Atta and let most of the flames dissipate, some of it was still stained on his body. In an instant, the clothes on his shoulders were swallowed up and exposed. The skin was charred, and Dumbledore also helped to make the flames fly away from Grindelwald's shoulders.
"If you don't speak up quickly, it won't just be your shoulders that will be burned 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. He moved his gaze back calmly, as if he didn't need to blink at all. With Voldemort.
Voldemort, who noticed this, narrowed his scarlet eyes on Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, put away your so-called false rhetoric of justice. Your companions seem to be more aware of current affairs than you."
"The Elder Wand always likes strong power...Have I lost to anyone after 1945?" Grindelwald's tone was elegant and very calm.
Voldemort's eyes immediately looked at the wand in Dumbledore's hand, and saw that it was not the one Dumbledore used when he was at Hogwarts. The instant annoyance caused Voldemort's face to become even more distorted, but after a little recall, he found that the memory No one in the world started to use this wand with several knots. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net
After coming back to his senses, Voldemort, who knew Dumbledore's character, raised his ferocious face and turned back to Grindelwald: "So, after Dumbledore, who is in the hands of the Elder Wand now? Tell me, tell me... I'll go around." Your life."
"Gellert, don't tell..." Dumbledore ignored Voldemort's ferocious gaze and quickly warned his companions, but the pain made him lose his balance.
Grindelwald quickly grabbed his hand to prevent Dumbledore from falling: "Albus... wasn't your wand stolen by them too? We don't have to keep it a secret for them..."
"Very good, I think I can even consider letting you be my subordinate... After all, you still have some role in the battle..." Voldemort's surprisingly long fingers loosened his grip on the wand, and he stood in front of Dumbledore and the others. He lowered the wand he held high in front of him, but stared at Grindelwald with ferocious eyes - seeing that the other party was reluctant to reveal the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, he had already planned to capture them both alive, and then use Legilimency and the Imperius Curse. Or let Snape prepare some veritaserum to directly get the information he wanted. At this time, Voldemort already had some bad premonitions from Grindelwald's description of Dumbledore's wand being taken away. .
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