My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hasn't your past experience taught you that arrogant evil will only lead to destruction?"

Grindelwald raised his arm, and an invisible wind blade shot towards Haierbo like lightning, and his body was tightly bound by the hook made by Dumbledore's Transfiguration, and the two cooperated seamlessly. It doesn't even need eye contact, as if providing cover for each other has long since developed an instinct in the green years of fighting side by side.

Aberforth couldn't intervene in this ingenious surprise attack. He felt that he was redundant, and there was a strange feeling in his heart, but he still raised the picture frame in his hand, and every little corner of the battle between the three continued to appear. Even with the disgusted Grindelwald behind him, he blocked all the spells released from Haierbo's hands.

Haierbo smiled. He tilted his head, as if he wanted to provide a better angle for Grindelwald's wind blade, showing his arrogant neck as much as possible.

"Sa!"

Grindelwald held his breath, he had a premonition that this magic would hit the target as he wished, and his crisp left hand was still held high, but he could no longer feel the existence of his arm, he could only feel a burst of magic. The numbness and pain in the limbs, the sleeve of the robe on the left arm was torn to ashes by the strong wind pressure, revealing the arm hidden under the sleeve—

A thin linen blouse was tucked into the robe, and the white sleeves were yellowing and brittle at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the breeze that remained in place, it jumped into pieces as crisply as shortbread that fell from the plate. , and it was crushed into crumbs that were imperceptible to the naked eye by the breeze that could not even blow the hair. It seemed like a terrible curse that had never appeared before. After a long time of baptism, after a chilling aging, his arms were tightly restrained by the silver chain of the silver pocket watch.

Dark red blood seeped out from under each silver chain that was deeply pierced into the flesh, instantly dyeing Grindelwald's left arm blood red, Aberforth's eyes widened, he hated Grindelwald, He was dismissive, but he knew better than anyone how powerful and terrifying he was, but a guy so powerful that it was almost impossible to find an opponent had paid such a huge price in a small attack.

In front of Grindelwald, he saw with his own eyes that Grindelwald's skin was rapidly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. There were sporadic afterimages, and the magic wand held in his hand experienced the process of a sapling rushing to death in a short wand swing, and dismembered and shattered on the way.

Only then did he realize Haierbo's position in Grindelwald's heart. Even for such a simple attack, he was willing to pay such a tragic price. With such a powerful pressure, he turned his head suddenly, Haierbo's curse had already rushed to his chest, and at the moment he paid attention to Grindelwald, he came through the gap in the frame, and he tried his best to dodge sideways, But the curse still hit him in the ribs.

At the same time, Grindelwald's wind blade came to Haierbo's side, his arm holding the bone wand was just tied by Dumbledore, and the strong wind blade flew like a light, rubbing Haierbo's The neck flew to the outskirts and inserted straight into the belly of the penguin ice sculpture. The aftermath of this magic even made a slit in the waist of the huge ice sculpture that almost cut it in half.

Almost at the same moment, a mouthful of blood gushed out from Aberforth's mouth, while a thin blood line appeared on Haierbo's neck. The next second, Aberforth knelt on the ground, He rested his arms on the belt behind the picture frame, his knees slammed heavily on the rubble ground, his right leg was stained red with blood, and a poisonous mist of green and purple appeared on his face, his expression became chaotic.

And the blood soaring to the sky will also pour out from the top of Haierbo's neck like a fountain. His mighty head is flying high, and the head without the neck can't change its orientation, but those sly eyes keep turning. In the end, it landed on Dumbledore's face, with a playful and mocking look in his eyes, and let his head be whipped in the air by Dumbledore's curse, like a spinning top. , flying higher and higher, unable to fall to the ground for a while.

The blood that was spilled dyed the earth red, just like the monsters in ancient Greek mythology who had their heads cut off and could still curse others. It was torn to pieces by Dumbledore's curse, and more and more cold little snakes fell.

But those playful eyes followed Dumbledore like gangrenous bones, making him feel cold all over, even if Haierbo's head was turned to the back by the spell, Dumbledore still felt that those eyes seemed to be. Staring at himself through his scalp, and finally, when Haierbo's head was hit by a series of precise spells above the clouds, Dumbledore couldn't feel the peeping eyes for a while, he raised his wand and smoothed it out. Breathing, chanting words in his mouth, the generous city walls on all sides rose from the ground, firmly sealing Haierbo's body tied in place, he knew that this level of attack would definitely not be able to defeat Haierbo, because the magic power of the endless black magic was coming. From the crowd behind them, they rushed towards Haierbo's body. He would definitely be able to mend his body with a steady stream of magic power, but it was enough to delay him for a while.

The city wall was capped, and Haierbo's body was locked in an airtight cell, but the tremor of the hairy heart could penetrate the thick wall and clearly transmitted to Dumbledore's ears. He waved his wand and phantom moved. Shaped to Grindelwald's side.

Grindelwald's left arm fell limply to his side, and he was winding the clockwork on his pocket watch expressionlessly.

Apparently, his research on the time-turner went much further than he himself claimed, and as the clockwork twisted, his arm was struggling to come back to life, but Dumbledore noticed that the direction he twisted the clockwork didn't Unlike Nelson's design, it rotates counterclockwise and goes back to the past. Instead, it twists back at a faster speed. His arm is not restored, but more like healing after a long illness. Using the mysteries of time that is not yet understood to strengthen his magic, he has even overdrawn into a future that Dumbledore can't imagine.

He didn't have time to worry, and hurriedly looked at Aberforth, who was kneeling on the ground. Aberforth, who was still alive just now, seemed to be dying. His face changed back and forth between green, purple and black, but he lacked a healthy rosy. His lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word. Obviously, the insult not long ago left a deep impression on Haierbo's heart. Haierbo's record can be said to be a hate shot, and he didn't even care about Dumbledore and Green. DeVore's combined attack vowed to make Aberforth pay the price. His heartbeat became weaker and weaker. Dumbledore saw it and stretched out his hand worriedly.

"Snapped!"

His outstretched wrist was grasped by Grindelwald. Grindelwald's condition was not much better. He pursed his lips and shook his head. He took a deep breath. The pain from his arm almost made him faint for a long time. The pain accumulation burst out in an instant, enough to destroy anyone's nerves, but he still carried it down and opened his mouth: "Zweig."

"I am here."

Zweig's figure suddenly appeared beside him, and without Grindelwald's instructions, he stunned Aberforth.

Aberforth, who was in a pained coma, stretched out his hand with difficulty and handed the picture frame to Dumbledore. Dumbledore took the picture frame, and his arm drooped down softly.

"Don't let him die," Grindelwald said with a blank expression, "I can't let Dumbledore die because of me again."

"I understand," Zweig nodded vigorously, hugged Aberforth, and Apparated away, leaving a sentence, "Nelson asked me to tell you that what he gave you will come later."

"Um."

There were only Dumbledore and Grindelwald left in the field for a while. Compared to the beginning, they were undoubtedly much more miserable, but at least it proved that Haierbo was not a real god, and he could be injured and defeated.

"Fortunately, now is a peaceful era for wizards," Grindelwald said with a bitter smile, "If it was four hundred years ago or the era of goblin rebellion when black magic was flying all over the sky, I can't imagine how How strong will he be when he returns from death."

Two bright spots of light flashed from the corners of his eyes, which were the glow of lightning lasing from a distance. Grindelwald turned his head to look in the direction of the lightning, and the Muggles, under the command of Nelson, launched Countless spells were condensed into a slender and delicate spear, which was inserted obliquely into the air, and the spear shot by himself flew straight towards Grindelwald.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand and curled his fingers. He didn't even need to pick it up deliberately. Nelson, who used Alexander to predict the future, would definitely deliver it to him just right.

Sure enough, the next second, Grindelwald grabbed the dissipated thunder gun, and a dark black wand covered with knots was tightly clenched in his hand.

"It's back... The Elder Wand," Grindelwald said with a nostalgic look, "I always say that I don't need to use this kind of external force... But maybe it's the only one that can withstand the scouring of time."

"Boom!"

The thunderous roar sounded in the ears of the two of them. The thunder gun, which seemed to have been shot by the strongest spearman in mythology, passed over their heads and hit Haierbo's head, who was hit by Dumbledore in the air. It penetrated his head like a skewer, and charged straight towards the sky with endless residual prestige.

"Ha, Gungnir," Dumbledore smiled with difficulty, "Nelson has been fond of these Norse mythology things since he learned about his origin."

"A branch of the world tree? It's a good choice to let it end Haierbo, who is parasitic in this world like Nidhogg."

Haierbo, who was still experiencing free fall, suddenly felt that he was being penetrated. He hurriedly opened his eyes. The earth was getting farther and farther away from him. Fortunately, there is no audience, otherwise it may scare a lot of people crazy.

Dumbledore heard the noisy voice behind him. He turned his head. The wizards and Muggles who were on standby in the distance were lining up and approaching here quickly. Under the command of their respective team leaders, a team of The soldiers lined up in circles around the city wall that blocked Haierbo's body. Dumbledore looked closely, and Nelson and Tom were not among them.

The ground stained red by Haierbo's blood is like a pot of boiled thick soup. The ground has lost its original firmness and began to chug bubbles. Under people's attention, the grim and disorderly shapes are like graffiti. The poisonous snake hatched from those rolling blisters, Dumbledore's eyes were solemn, and he saw a corpse that had died in the field not long ago in one of the blisters, and then the blisters burst, and a long and that The poisonous snake with the same pattern as people's clothes crawled out staring at its dark pupils.

He saw fear in the eyes of the crowd, but they were not hit by fear, but strictly followed the orders left by Nelson, waving his wand and chanting those inexplicable, such as hardening, deformation, copying, etc. spell.

But Nelson deserves to be the person who knows Haierbo the most. Even if he is not here, these seemingly ordinary spells are linked together, but because of the huge number, they have an impressive response. The ground is copied, deformed and hardened by the spells. A thick, ringworm-like carapace formed in the middle, and red starlight lit up in the clouds, which were the scarlet eyes of the pitch-black giant python, they were like heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals. The clouds roared and swooped to the ground, hitting the hotbed of Haierbo's servants under the carapace.

The prison surrounded by high walls finally cracked with repeated tremors, and the headless black wizard broke out of the ground.

Blood kept gushing out from the section of the neck. Without eyes, he couldn't aim, so he stepped on the ground heavily. With just one foot, the ground cracked due to shrinking. Like a gluttonous snake that devoured the earth, it became more and more thick and long, and the lightning-like cracks continued to split into the open space that was not affected.

"Boom-"

A dull thunder-like noise rang in people's ears, and the ground began to shake violently. When people were frantically looking for a support point, many people were swallowed up by the cracks that suddenly appeared under their feet. The good-looking people disappeared with a swish, and the well-ordered team was divided into fragmented small drums by the deep abyss.

People realized that almost all those who fell into the abyss were those who had just been devoured by the use of black magic not long ago.

"These useless people will be thrown away, mortals, do you think...is there any difference for these guys?"

Haierbo's voice resounded in people's hearts, but his next sentence was interrupted by a silver falcon that fell from the sky and carried wind and thunder. At the moment when the thunder appeared, Nelson and Tom opened the black box and broke into a broken The mirror-covered, psychedelic passage inside a kaleidoscope, time unfolded beside the two like a picture scroll.