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Seeing the other party holding up his wand high and pointing it at him, there was a hideous smile with malicious intent on his face.

After taking a quick glance at Grindelwald, who was shrouded in dark purple smoke, he seemed to sense the other party's angry and murderous eyes.

At this moment, Tom felt something was wrong.

It's over, the plan has gone out of control.

Everything is messed up.

Chapter 522 The Battle of Three Dark Lords (Two in One)

I originally thought it would end peacefully.

At most, we will just have a fight and seek peace through struggle.

And now...

It really comes down to life or death!

Not only did his confidants die in front of him, but many elite saints also died.

In such a situation, it is impossible to retreat. It will be impossible to end it without losing enough blood and paying enough lives.

Thoughts quickly emerged in Tom's mind.

Without any hesitation, the magic wand at the waist was pulled back by his right hand at lightning speed.

"Apparition!"

With a flick of the wand, a black light flashed, and in an instant Tom appeared on the other side of the battlefield.

Forming a triangular battlefield with Voldemort and Grindelwald.

"Grindelwald, I didn't kill your people." Tom opened his mouth and tried to explain.

Then....

"Stop talking so much useless stuff, Tom." Voldemort looked at Tom and said sarcastically.

Then, he said coldly to Grindelwald: "Gattler Grindelwald, we have now fallen into the conspiracy of others."

"We have a common enemy and should be natural allies."

"But in this situation, I don't want to see it, and I believe you don't want to see it either."

"This is a conspiracy. There is a mastermind behind it who is plotting against us."

After hearing what Voldemort said, Grindelwald did not react at all, and the silver-white light in his right eye pupil became brighter and brighter.

It seems that as long as Voldemort listens to what he says, he is looking for the so-called mastermind behind it.

but....

"Grindelwald, what do you see?" As if knowing what the other party was doing, Voldemort asked, "Can you feel nothing?"

Then, without waiting for the other party to reply, Voldemort spoke on his own, and the malice in his tone became more and more intense.

"That's normal. He led Dumbledore to America. He is the only one in power in the whole of Britain."

"Now you've come up with this plan to intensify the conflict between us and distract you."

"As the core figure of the entire conspiracy, you, Grindelwald, are the best at spying on fate. He must have a way to deal with it."

"Just like me."

At this point, Voldemort turned his head to Tom in another position and said, "Isn't that what you are talking about? The second me."

"To contain me..."

"puppet!"

When Tom heard this, a look of obvious annoyance appeared on his face.

What he hates most now is when people mention the word puppet.

because....

In a way, he was Lockhart's puppet.

At this moment, he was more surprised than angry about Voldemort.

I originally thought that since the other party's brain was almost devoured by black magic, it would be difficult for him to guess the truth.

result...

I am worthy of myself.

His sensitivity to danger is far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Gilderoy Lockhart?"

After hearing the information revealed in Voldemort's words, Grindelwald quickly locked on a target that met the requirements.

"That's right." Voldemort's pale and ferocious face showed a cold, murderous look: "It was him who planned everything."

“I just felt like something was going wrong.”

"I was living well in the UK, but now I have to come to Europe."

At this point, Voldemort sneered: "I feel that Britain is cleaner now than in any other era."

"after all...."

"All the pure-blood families and dark wizards were taken away by me."

"Tom, isn't that right?" Voldemort sneered again.

Only three people could hear this conversation clearly.

The Death Eaters and Saints standing by could only see the three people's mouths moving constantly, as if they were talking, but no sound came out.

"What do you want to do?" Grindelwald asked, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

Hearing this, Voldemort showed a cruel smile on his face: "It's simple, we work together to kill the mastermind behind this."

"Lockhart is alone, how can he be a match for the two of us?"

"Then we will have revenge to take and complaints to make."

"I believe you don't want us to fight to the death and let a bastard like Lockhart take advantage of us."

After hearing this, Tom, who was standing by, had a complicated look on his face.

To be honest, he was a little moved after listening to it.

But when I think of the skulls and flames on the night of resurrection and the dark red hellfire beating slowly like a heart deep in my soul.

For some reason, a vague fear arose in my heart, as if I had encountered a natural enemy, and I slowly dispelled the thoughts in my heart.

"Grindelwald, do you want to join forces with me?" Voldemort invited again.

Grindelwald did not reply. He was still using his talent to look for possible clues behind the scenes and verify the truthfulness of Voldemort's words.

But unfortunately...

Like a fog, everything is hazy and complicated, and all is obscured.

Especially since he couldn't find any information about Lockhart, he felt depressed.

It seemed, perhaps, possible, that what Voldemort said was true.

Seeing that Grindelwald did not give an accurate answer, Voldemort did not show any impatience on his face.

Because he knew that it would be very difficult to deal with the enemy this time.

The other party doesn't have as many concerns as Dumbledore.

Helped Tom to resurrect, planned to rob Gringotts, killed so many goblins...

There is no doubt that these things show that the other party is also a cruel and ruthless character.

To put it bluntly, this is another generation of Dark Lord.

It's just that he disguises himself better than them.

Moreover, his strength seemed to surpass that of everyone present.

"Grindelwald, whether you agree or not."

As he spoke, Voldemort pointed his wand at Tom: "He, Lockhart's resurrected puppet, must die today."

"Otherwise, when Lockhart finds out, all our actions will alert him."

"It will be difficult to attack him again."

Yes, as long as he swallows Tom, the puppet, his strength will increase again.

At that time, whether facing Grindelwald or Lockhart, he will have a greater advantage.

The voice fell...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without waiting for Grindelwald to reply, Voldemort waved his wand and cast a fierce killing curse on Tom.

He left his back in front of Grindelwald, as if he was very confident in him and did not defend himself at all.

And Grindelwald did not take any action.

In response to this, Voldemort, who was fighting fiercely, showed a smile on his face.

He knew that Grindelwald must be moved.

He has already made his threat, and if he attacks me again at this time, he will be asking for trouble.

Dumbledore was originally an enemy of Grindelwald, and if he hadn't had his help, with the addition of Lockhart, he would have been in trouble.

Then Grindelwald is probably not far from death.

As for the death of his confidant Vida Rozier.

In Voldemort's eyes, it was just a more valuable life.

Besides, the steps have been prepared for Grindelwald.

As long as he and himself work together to kill Tom Riddle, everything will be explained.

At that time, cooperate with me to deal with Lockhart.

Everything...will return to normal.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"..."

There were no fancy spells on the battlefield between Tom Riddle and Voldemort.

Just pure killing curse.

Dark green death curses with a strong smell of death intertwined and collided with each other.

Both sides dodged and counterattacked at the same pace.

Black light flashed from time to time, and phantom shift was performed continuously to adjust one's position.

The sand and rocks on the ground exploded, and stone fragments flew everywhere like bullets.

The pits left behind also carry a strong smell of corrosion and death, and it seems that if ordinary people touch them, their hands will probably rot.

On the battlefield, the two warring parties could not be seen clearly. It seemed that black shadows flashed every second, and with them appeared a large number of dark green killing curses.

The Death Eaters and Saints on the side were shocked by the fierceness of the fight and then they retreated slowly and tacitly, fearing that innocent people might be hurt.

After all, this is a battlefield of this intensity, and it’s filled with deadly curses.

If they had even the slightest contact, they would probably be dead.

The Death Eaters were a little confused. Why were they not fighting against Grindelwald, but two masters?

The saints were somewhat gloating, thinking that the civil war among the enemies was simply too wonderful.

Grindelwald stood on the edge, watching this life-and-death battle coldly, seeming to be thinking and hesitating.

At this moment, Tom waved his wand vigorously, casting the spell, while feeling a little anxious in his heart.