Chapter 1176? Auntie
"The Elder Wand is..." Grindelwald suddenly raised his voice, "It's on Alan Harris!"
The bad premonition was confirmed, and the deep memory caused Voldemort's intact red eye to fall into a state of trance for a moment. The hand holding the wand trembled in the trance, and even some of the Death Eaters subconsciously Swallow.
"boom!!!"
There was a bang and an explosion.
Mud was flying, smoke and dust were flying, and bricks were collapsing and flying - the wall behind Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been blown open, and a hole suddenly appeared in the wall, revealing the Austrian sky outside. , and Dumbledore and Grindelwald had already held hands and jumped out of the cave at the same time.
In an instant, the furious Voldemort turned the hems of his black wizard robes, which had been torn into strips, into more than a dozen long tentacle-like living creatures. They flew like long snakes, clinging to the corridor like tentacles, staggering forward quickly. Roll forward.
And outside this tall tower.
Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes has now appeared next to the falling white wizard. It flaps its wings in the air, its bright eyes appear particularly bright in the darkness, swings the long golden feathers behind its tail, and claws at Dumbledore with its claws. On Bumbledore's shoulders, Grindelwald held Dumbledore's hand and hung at the bottom. The wind rustled his and Dumbledore's magic robes.
Driven by the tentacles, Voldemort quickly jumped to the cave where the explosion occurred. Then his secret flying technique developed by Dementors caused black smoke to envelope his whole body, preventing him from falling but instead falling. Floating in the air.
This phoenix obviously could not bear the weight of two adult wizards, not to mention that Grindelwald's weight exceeded the standard of a normal wizard. Therefore, even though Fox tried hard to vibrate its wings, it continued to fall. However, after Fox came into contact with his wizard friends After that, its whole body began to glow with fire.
Voldemort's snake eyes reflected the light of fire, and he let out an angry roar. A spell immediately rushed out of the wand port in his hand and followed the light of fire - and then his even more angry and disbelieving screams rang out in the night sky. He went crazy and glanced back at the half-collapsed walls, remembering that Dumbledore had planned it from the beginning, by constantly chipping away layers of wall bricks to deform defenses, hoping to finally blow up this kind of wall with one blow. The strengthened stone bricks, he vented his anger and blasted another magic spell to show his destructive power in vain.
Nurmengard, Grindelwald's fortress and his own prison, began to collapse.
Among the ruined walls, the Death Eaters coughed and slapped the scattered smoke, screamed and used their wands to support the bricks and began to escape out of the cave - whether they used the flying skills given by Voldemort or simply took them out broomstick.
Alecto Carlo made herself a bubble head charm and flew out of the hole first. She was more worried about her master's mood than her other panicked colleagues - whether what Grindelwald said was true or false. , but if the Elder Wand is really in the hands of Ellen Harris, her owner 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 there is no need for him Looking for this death stick.
The other escaped Death Eaters were also flying in the sky, tremblingly watching Voldemort who was still breathing. They held their breaths, no one wanted to make a sound at this time, it seemed that everyone was worried that they would be affected by this. And touch the owner's bad luck.
The white wizard and the former dark lord who had successfully escaped appeared now standing in a dark alley, with the dark blue sky above their heads. The first stars were already shining dimly, and some houses stood on both sides of the narrow alley. Light shines through those windows.
Not far ahead, golden street lights showed that it was the center of the village. There was a war monument-like building in the center of the square, half hidden behind green trees in the wind. There are several shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel whose stained glass windows shine like jewels across the square.
"Godric's Hollow? Albus, you think so... This is much more comfortable than going to your Order of the Phoenix headquarters..." Grindelwald looked at him with some nostalgia, "We can go to my hotel. She is staying at Aunt Theda's house temporarily. Although she seems to be a little delirious in the recent letters, I bet she can live for a long time..." However, when he didn't hear a response from the people around him, Grindelwald turned to look at the silent person. Dumbledore, "Come on, that bad boy is not afraid of this half-blood boy..."
Grindelwald turned around. At this time, Dumbledore's right hand had withered and blackened into a mummified shape, and the black air was still expanding upwards, continuing to corrode those intact places.
"Unlucky, the curse was also transmitted..." The muscles in Dumbledore's cheeks trembled, and he forced out a smile, his face was pale, and his lips had a row of teeth marks because he had just endured the pain. and bloodstains.
Grindelwald's chin raised, his forehead was wrinkled and the corners of his mouth drooped. He raised his wand and pointed at the junction of Dumbledore's arm injuries, and neatly separated Dumbledore's right hand from the rest of his arm. Fawkes, who was still on Dumbledore's shoulder, let out a whine and leaned his head on Dumbledore's broken wrist. Soon the bird's face was covered with pearly tears.
Grindelwald put away his wand, then used his hand to caress Dumbledore's broken arm, while applying Fox's dripping phoenix tears to the broken parts. Dumbledore's broken wrist slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. , the new light pink flesh gradually wrapped the severed nerves and blood vessels.
"I can't grow back... But that's good. At least you can mind your own business..." Grindelwald's expression lost the sarcasm, and his tone was a bit unwilling: "If you don't care about maintaining your human appearance... I also have many methods like The mixed-race boy can strengthen himself just like that...it won't be..."
"Gellert, Albus?" A very old voice sounded, UU reading www. uukanshu.net An old woman stooped, her bloated body slowly moving with a staggering pace around the corner.
Dumbledore kept his eyes closed during this process and endured the information. When he heard the old woman's voice, his eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes. The old woman's eyes in front of him were deeply sunk in transparent skin folds, with thick of cataracts. Her face is dotted with broken veins and age spots, and her head is wrapped in a black bandana.
"Aunt Bathilda...Long time no see, you are still so charming..." After Grindelwald tilted his head to see the person clearly, he turned his attention back to Dumbledore's wrist.
At this time, Bathilda Bagshot has completely lost the charm of the famous magic historian in the wizarding world and the writer of the history of magic textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She seems to have aged to the point where she is not very clear-headed. At that time, just as the elder of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, he looked at Dumbledore's injured part with eyes full of love and muttered vaguely, "I have told you two not to study this kind of magic. Historically speaking, it can't do any good... Sigh... Poor boy... Gellert, help him to my house, and I will make you some cauldron-shaped cakes, hoping to alleviate your pain."
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