My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Interesting, did you turn off the lights?"

Grindelwald's voice seemed a little thin in the echoless darkness, and his tone was full of curious curiosity. A bright light flashed on the tip of his wand, but surprisingly, it was enough to cover the entire room. The lights lit in the Hall of Prophecy failed to illuminate anything, as if light and sound lacked any material that could be used for reflection at this moment. Dissipate in weakness.

Grindelwald lowered his head, curled his fingers and squeezed his hands into fists, feeling the real texture coming from his fingertips, but the light from the tip of the staff couldn't even illuminate his own hand. He chuckled and stretched his hand aside. However, the bookshelf that had made them inconvenient just now disappeared at some point, and the other side of the palm was empty. In the absence of a reference, he had no way of judging where he was, the distance, or even the distance. Judge time.

In the boundless darkness, only the rhythmic ticking of the pointer is very clear, and Grindelwald's heartbeat began to rush with this inaudible sound, and even his emotions were due to the changes in his body. showing a tense situation.

Feeling the thumping beating in his chest, he handed his wand to the side, and a straight red spell flew aimlessly into the distance. Afterwards, it dissipated helplessly.

The red reflected in Grindelwald's eyes faded, and the darkness seemed boundless, which made some of his guesses be overturned.

"We haven't bowed face to face yet."

Grindelwald said lightly, with a lot of smiles in his words, and Nelson's response also floated intermittently from all directions, "I bowed and have been waiting for you."

His ears trembled slightly, as if he was recognizing the source of the sound in the dark. At the moment when Nelson's last syllable fell, the arm that Grindelwald offered to the side changed from slightly curved to straight, wrapped in a fiery green light. Like a crescent moon in a quiet night, like a swimming fish dancing in the deep sea, scorching hot waves swept away in the direction of his fingers.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of impact came from a distance, not like the movement of the curse against the boom, but more like the stalemate between the two swordsmen's needles and the Maimang. The crescent crescent flickered for a moment in Grindelwald's peripheral vision. The firm castration stopped suddenly, as if the video had been paused, and the dancing flames were frozen.

He slowly turned his head in the direction of the collision, and in the next second, the magic spell that was supposed to be powerful was broken into countless pieces like a shattered mirror. They fell to the ground and struggled. For a moment, it dissipated helplessly.

"Did you deform the spell?" Grindelwald asked curiously, "The same magic you used in that exam?"

"Yes," Nelson's response appeared in the opposite direction. This time, Grindelwald did not seize the opportunity to take another shot. He stood there and listened to Nelson's explanation, "Everything that can be changed can be deformed. , and the eternal things may only exist in myths and legends."

Hearing Nelson's explanation, Grindelwald was silent. After a while, he showed a dumbfounded expression, shook his head, and sighed, "You are so courageous."

"I'm a prudent man, Mr. Grindelwald."

Nelson's voice appeared behind him again. Contrary to what Grindelwald had guessed, Nelson did not wait for an opportunity to sneak up on him, but was waiting for him to complete the final step of the wizard's duel etiquette, and wanted to fight him in an upright manner." From an idea to a result, it takes countless designs and practices, and it may be difficult for a gifted wizard like you to understand this.”

"Hehe, do you think my magic fell from the sky? Or did I wake up one day and remember my dream at night?"

Grindelwald smiled and stood there in silence for a while, unable to determine what magic Nelson used, he also stopped guessing, and stomped on the ground with his toes that beat the rhythm of the pointer. , Grindelwald raised his wand high, the hem of the long trench coat danced with his movements, and a blue flame ignited out of thin air above his head, like a rising sun, almost lit This airless darkness.

Under this sudden high temperature, the air surging frantically due to the uneven heat, the gust of hunting wind rolled up around him and swept away in all directions. The shattered tongues of flame seemed to surround the raven who died of doom, and Grindelwald stood in the center of the flames, the flames that could not be hidden by the darkness beating on his face, and the strange white pupil seemed to be the most scorching hot. Flame Heart.

The hem of the windbreaker rattled, Grindelwald raised his wand to his chest, bent down slightly, and said in a chant-like tone, "In that case, I will satisfy you."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Please."

The moment he raised his head, the already terrifying fiery swelled even more wildly.

The flames were so savage that one could not help but think of the war songs that the natives in the primeval forest roared after hunting, the feather crown was ignited by the sky-high bonfire, the **** spear was Under the scorching of the flame, it becomes as bright as new;

This flame is so cold that facing it is like facing an orderly army, which makes the audience's mind instinctively return to the cold iron hoof of the ancestors of the invaders in the war that just ended in the not too distant past. On the tracks of the chariot spewing flames, an inseparable battle formation was formed, and the sky-high artillery fire fell precisely into the positions already covered by the craters, harvesting the lives of the resisters full of anger;

This group of flames is so vigorous, countless rolling flame tongues stick out from the heart of the flame, like the letter of a poisonous snake, like a stabbing lance, they become hotter at the sharp point, and the original eye-catching blue flame is also in the rainbow. It tends to be relentlessly transparent in a gradient as beautiful as it is, enough to ignite the air, enough to ignite everything it touches, enough to make anyone who faces it shudder.

But it is just like that hidden in the darkness, blending with the boundless darkness, gnawing at the claustrophobia that restrains it, and hiding in the arms of the enemy, waiting for the opportunity to deliver the most fatal blow.

Nelson did not wait for Grindelwald to complete his gorgeous stage arrangement. At the moment when the flames swelled, a steel giant that was comparable to the flame demon appeared behind Grindelwald, with its waist, chest, back, and shoulders. , the gears of the wrist and even the fingertips are turning frantically, and even become red due to the high temperature during friction. The liquid flowing through these machines spurts hot steam under the stimulation of high temperature, returning to the most primitive state of lost fog. , I don't know how long the powerful magic power has been accumulated to drive this heavy steel body. It clenched its hands, clenched it into fists, and raised it high above its head. If you can see the sun at this moment, it will definitely be a scene covering the sky. Doomsday scene.

The magic power caused the mayfly that formed its body to gather towards the front of the fist, making the pair of iron fists even more terrifying under the blessing of the dense rune. Grindelwald only had time to look up, and a strong sense of crisis poured into his heart. He didn't need the drumbeat of the pointer, his heart was beating wildly, but in the face of the coming powerful blow, instead of showing a little bit of fear, he was even more excited because of the faster heartbeat, Grindelwald bowed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully above his head. A mass of unstoppable rays of light gathered from Rune was coming down at a speed far exceeding human reaction.

Alexander's power is concentrated in this punch, but the power of the Iron Fist itself is less important than those runes that represent different effects.

The iron fist smashed to the ground heavily, without experiencing the slightest hindrance, it slammed into the position where Grindelwald was standing, and the flames lingering above his head were torn to pieces by the fist wind, and also lit up Alexander's huge figure, the castle on his shoulders. Like the king chess facing each other on the opposing chessboard, the wreckage of the flame hangs on its body and spreads to the whole body along the melted armor, like an extremely gorgeous armor, the magic power of the fierce expansion is stagnant, and the iron fist is stagnant. The runes attached to it showed their magical powers, and for a while, they were deformed, extinguished, hit, obstructed, etc., etc., all kinds of magic gathered together, vowing to help the fiery fire that was about to collapse completely dissipate.

Grindelwald's comment did not sound. At this moment, he was still standing in the starting position. The thick flame gushed out from the wand raised above his head, and the armor that clinged to Alexander's fist was upwards. The moment it touched the giant's finger , these flames melted the thick pieces of metal, and the crimson molten iron dripped from Alexander's fist, and was vaporized by the hotter fire, raising the surrounding temperature to be even hotter than the legendary purgatory.

He could feel that his body was becoming dry and dehydrated because of this, faint pains came from the wound in his abdomen, his face became flushed, but his eyes became brighter and more excited.

Yes, that's it... This is much more powerful than the house-like toy in the Triwizard Tournament. This is the servant that a powerful wizard should control. Only such a strong man is qualified to recognize this world Inherit his wishes and mantle.

Grindelwald's heart was beating wildly, but this time it was not because of the drumbeat, not because of the high temperature around, but because of his long-lost fighting spirit!

"However, I still have some confidence in myself," Grindelwald's dry but clear voice sounded under Alexander's fist, "I used to worry that my career would not be completed, but now I am sure of winning. "

Nelson didn't say anything, but his response was conveyed to Grindelwald by Alexander's fist, a vigorous fog of loss gushing out of the armor pierced by the fiery flames, and sizzling explosions in the process of meeting the flames. The flames quickly extinguished, and the scarlet one-eyed above the giant's head suddenly lit up, and the pieces of armor revealed fine spider web-like cracks in an instant, cracked into drizzle-like fragments, each covered with silver light. The mayflies took shape in an instant, forming an orderly formation that enveloped Grindelwald and the fiery fire around him in the shape of a sphere.

In an instant, Grindelwald's sight was covered by a dazzling red light, and one eye with the same excitement stared at him, and in the next second, the brilliance of a spell burst out at the same time.

"Om-"

The roar of the explosion did not ring in Nelson's ears. Instead, it was tinnitus after the aftershock. The strong impact made his eyes go black. He stood still and stood in the distance. In his sight, Alexander's body was completely burned. Still maintaining the posture of hitting the ground with a heavy fist, he waved his hand, and the huge body of the giant disintegrated instantly, turning into pieces of crystal snowflakes, fading away the burning fire, and disappearing into the surrounding fog.

Instead of celebrating the victory, Nelson raised his wand more solemnly, and as Alexander escaped into the mist, a flame of fire followed its skeleton.

He took a step back, was swallowed by the twisted mist vortex behind him, and stepped into the blurred illusion.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked at the pure white world around him—the pure white hall, the rows of pure white shelves, and the pure white crystal balls.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and looked at the wand in his hand. After all, the wand that had accompanied him for many years was no match for the Deathly Hallows like the Elder Wand. At this moment, the wand was covered with cracks and blackened scars. Nelson's blow Although it did not cause him fatal damage, it could already bring him an irresistible threat.

When it suddenly became dark, Grindelwald raised his wand subconsciously, and the flames lit up all over his body. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Did you chase in so quickly?"

The flames grow recklessly in the boundless darkness, becoming stronger and more aggressive, just like Grindelwald himself. Amidst the flames, his wand pointed slightly forward.

"Burn."

Incomparably simple vocabulary, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not even runic, not even a spell, it is a German, he gave orders as if talking to a flame, and this restless fire He quickly responded to his expectations.

Just like the white grass covered with catkins in the spring and burning because a cigarette **** fell, with Grindelwald as the center, a tiny spark appeared under his feet. The moment it touched the ground, the spark It swelled violently, and then spread into a ring of fire that was enough to encircle him. The ring of fire quickly expanded around, and in an instant, it walked out of a distance of several meters, revealing the old and clumsy blocks that Grindelwald was stepping on. Made of white stone bricks, he violently tore open the dark cage that bound the duel, and the down-to-earth touch brought a satisfied smile on his face.

"Fight me with the wand, wizard."

Grindelwald raised his head and said softly, while Nelson's figure was standing not far in front of him, erratic in the darkness that was still spreading in the flames, maintaining the distance that the two saluted when the duel began.

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