My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 557

"Be careful not to lose it to me again."

Looking at the old wand in Nelson's hand, Grindelwald easily teased that this ancient wand had been well maintained in Nelson's hand, and it seemed that it even forced him to be darker and deeper at first, enough to match the darkness around him. It merged into one, and the magic power that was large enough to overflow surrounded Nelson's fingertips and staff, bursting out dazzling electric lights.

Nelson's body was surrounded by silver **** with regular shapes, forming a circle of destruction like a star ring in the rapid rotation. A more shocking picture flashed behind him. Grindelwald recognized the meaning of these ancient runes-simple storage, release, the principle is not complicated, but no one has ever done this, and the stored magic power is exactly When it comes to use, this is also the source of Nelson's strength. Even in the face of an opponent who is a hundred times stronger than him, he can defeat him through the savings of time.

"I've always felt like I've never really beaten you, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson lowered his eyebrows, stroking the restless Elder Wand with his fingertips, and he even smelled an old **** smell that was part of this heritage. The fully loaded wand of death was expressing its excitement. After so many years, it finally met a fight worthy of it. Nelson raised his head sharply, his eyes fixed on Grindelwald, and it was done. The little silver **** of the mission died down and returned to their original birthplace. The giant, which was slowly repairing itself, stared at the battlefield beneath its feet with its scarlet one eye, serving as the only witness to this duel. Nelson raised his mouth, " Thank you for losing it to me on purpose, and now, I want to be the true master of the Elder Wand."

Nelson's face in front of him was full of high confidence, which Grindelwald had never seen in hundreds of duels in three years. Nelson's blue eyes reflected Grindelwald's face, and the dazzling red was on the tip of the staff. Gathered and rushed towards Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's response was also quick. He raised his arm subconsciously, and a scorching fire ring grew around his forearm. In the next second, the thick red light hit his arm and hurriedly condensed. The fiery fire was torn to shreds in an instant, but the explosion of the flame before it was extinguished also shifted the direction of the spell, it rushed straight into the air, and did not dissipate for a long time, and even turned into a high hanging in the blur. Bright sparks in the white night of fantasy.

"Disarming Curse?" Grindelwald's face showed a long-awaited surprise. He turned to his side, and the embers on his forearm after the flames were extinguished exuded a curl of green smoke. Under the blue smoke, the sleeve of his long trench coat was broken. The blockbuster, revealing the blood-stained white shirt underneath, "Are you sure this is really the Disarming Charm?"

Nelson didn't answer his question. Behind him, a corner of the black covered with a blurry vision broke open, and the bright glare made Grindelwald subconsciously narrow his eyes. At this moment, Nelson's figure disappeared. A wisp of white fog appeared on top of Grindelwald's head in the next second. He held the pointer-shaped long sword, his body spread like a stretched whip, and the blade of the sword slitted in the mist that seemed to be absent in the air. There was a deep mound, and the blade was surrounded by obscure and monotonous rune.

Feeling the wind from above, Grindelwald instinctively raised his wand, trying to avoid the danger by Apparating, but the magic didn't work. At the same time, Nelson's voice was worthy of his ears: " Visible blockade."

A sharp sword appeared in Grindelwald's line of sight. On the sword that was smooth like a mirror, he saw Nelson's incomparably firm posture. He held the sword in his right hand and the Elder Wand in his left hand was synchronizing. With the counter-curse of Apparition, Grindelwald realized that Apparition was completely useless, and the wand in his hand turned the direction under the dexterous manipulation of his fingertips, relying on the orientation provided by the reflection of the mirror, and pointed precisely at Nelson's face. .

"You can't Apparate, either," Grindelwald almost laughed with excitement, but he preferred to pour the excitement into his increasingly flexible mind, green zigzag lightning gushing from the tip of the staff, Through the gap under his ribs, he rushed straight to Nelson's face, "Except your weapons!"

This green "weapon except you" is obviously a little joke played by Grindelwald and Nelson. Seeing that his offensive was easily defused by Grindelwald, Nelson turned his head and avoided this one that looked like a Cruciatus. Attack, a moment of stiffness was enough for Grindelwald to organize the next round of offensive. When the next spell was lit at the tip of the staff, Nelson used the blade of his sword to pick off the spell and landed on the ground. The blade cracked in an instant, revealing the sword. Another black walnut wand held by Nelson at the hilt, and every fragment of the blade reflected Nelson's figure on his knees and half-kneeling diagonally behind Grindelwald, just before Grindelwald's next spell came. , These fragments were quickly spliced ​​in the air to form a kite shield that was enough to block Nelson's whole body. The curse slammed on the kite shield, but Nelson was no longer behind the shield. On the contrary, the blasted kite shield once again showed the sword's edge. Sharp, with the energy of the magic spell explosion, formed a metal storm that frantically cut Grindelwald.

The dense and crisp sound of impact sounded in this metal storm, and tongues of fire emerged from the cracks of the shards. The dense drum beat soon ended, and Grindelwald held a burning sword tip, his expression as usual from out of the flames.

At the moment when the Anti-Apparition Shift Curse disappeared, the two figures flashed almost simultaneously in different directions on the battlefield. Nelson was constantly approaching Grindelwald, accompanied by the offensive of Hanmang and the flames of Grindelwald constantly pulling away from his position. dance together.

Only a few seconds have passed since the two met at close range for the first time, but after a while, the surroundings of Grindelwald were swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and he did not call the flames to change the unfavorable battlefield. , because he understood that Nelson, who was already close, would not give him this chance.

"So what are you out of shape?" He looked around, but still couldn't see his fingers, "You confuse my senses? No, I can't be affected by your Confusion Charm, even if it's as thick as the Disarm Charm just now. ."

Nelson didn't answer him, and at some point the irritating sound of the needle turning began to be remembered beside him again.

"You haven't changed the environment either, my flames can shred this black disguise," Grindelwald stood silently, the magic power accumulated in his hands made Nelson dare not act rashly, "You are very smart, you understand that you want me to Always be where you can see, so you have a chance to beat me in the dark, but you just got me by the tail with your sword... you're there, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Grindelwald's hand swayed gently, and the magic power of the curse flew out into the darkness with the tip of the sword held by his fingertips. It didn't take long before a metal collision sounded behind him. the crisp sound.

A smile appeared on his face: "Let me think about it, what exactly did you transform? In the newts exam, you showed enough transformation magic to transform magic, which is also reflected in your performance just now, but it Not enough to block my perception."

"Crack, click, click..."

Only silence and lingering drumbeats answered him.

"I haven't changed, and the things I'm supposed to perceive haven't changed, so what you deform is the process," Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "This is too abstract, can you change the information I receive? ? Even if it is theoretically possible, this is an unimaginably huge project."

The rotation of the hands still did not stop, he raised his head and cast his eyes towards the scarlet moon that had been hanging in the sky from the beginning.

"Why? Let me think about it," Grindelwald squinted his eyes, as if giving up his defense completely, and said softly, "When I don't set foot in the blurred illusion, under what circumstances can I see things?"

"boom!"

He raised his head and handed out his wand in the opposite direction of the sound of the metal colliding just now. The mass of flames was not too big. It could even be said that a small flame rushed out, illuminating Nelson's figure, but Nelson's Disarming Charm still hit. On his back, he held the wand tightly, but the wand that had gone through a high-intensity battle finally couldn't hold on. It broke into two pieces from the deepest crack, and the top half flew out, planted in the darkness under his feet. In the middle, only the lower half was still in his hand, and bright sparks burst out, making his face flush red.

"Oh, can't you hold back? Or, I found you."

He no longer cherished the wand that had accompanied him for many years, and raised his arms high, pointing to the scarlet moon hanging high in the air in the distance.

"Is it? This big guy named Alexander?" An uncontrollable smile appeared on Grindelwald's face. The roaring fire dragon rushed out of the broken wand, stretched out its fangs and claws, and rushed towards Alexander. Go, "What I can see is that when this guy hits me with his fist, your magic needs to rely on the huge computing power brought by its exquisite alchemy core. I am right!"

Just as the fire dragon was about to hit Alexander's one eye, Alexander's iron fist popped out from the side, pinched its head and tail, and pulled it into two halves, and at the same time, it was dawn.

Grindelwald's chin was slightly retracted, looking at the sword resting on his neck, and the half wand in Nelson's hand, he showed a helpless smile, "This is different from your self-proclaimed gentleman, you like it very much. A sneaky attack."

"Black is a color too, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson chuckled, "you can't prejudice that it's evil just because it obscures perception and absorbs light, and similarly, stolen by Prometheus The kind of fire does not necessarily bring light to people.”

"If only you had this logic at the beginning of our conversation." Grindelwald closed his eyes and let Nelson take the remaining half of his wand from his hand, "I recognize your strength, Nelson. ."

But the familiar and unfamiliar wooden grip quickly returned to his hands.

"What is this?" Grindelwald opened his eyes, the cold touch on his neck disappeared, he lowered his head, saw the elder wand in his hand, raised his head, Nelson was still standing at the beginning of the duel, ready to bow and salute, as if As if nothing had happened just now, he recalled the battle just now, the meticulous traps, the dangerous crises one after another, and the fighting method that Nelson seemed to be specially prepared for him - he was very much like himself, and again. Not myself at all, "Are you giving me a second chance?"

"I just want to see the gap between me and you," Nelson said earnestly. There was no other emotion in his eyes, no tactics and traps, only a vigorous fighting spirit. He bowed again, "with Chose my wand."

Grindelwald nodded. In his eyes, Nelson was no longer the student who needed his step-by-step guidance and education, but a wizard who was enough to be an opponent. There was a splash, and Grindelwald closed his eyes and voluntarily fell into the same darkness as before turning off the lights, but Nelson's figure became brighter and brighter in this darkness. He raised the corner of his mouth and pointed at Nelson in his mind with his wand. , opened his eyes, the flames just swallowed Nelson who had just appeared in that position.

"Just like I know you're all good," Grindelwald laughed. "Do you think I'm not a prophet?"

Nelson retreated in shock, where can this be learned? But Grindelwald had clearly predicted his trajectory just now, and he pulled away and finally started to cast spells like a normal wizard.

In the blurred illusion, Nelson was able to exert his transformation skills several times stronger than in reality, allowing his imagination to sway freely. To make it seem a lot more bizarre, the high mountains of Wanren rose up in front of him, those powerful spells were so powerless in the face of nature's magic, bombarding the pale and arrogant mountains in front of him again and again, but they only fell into the sea. , with no feedback.

After tentatively attacking for a while, Grindelwald gave up the useless effort, and the unshakable mountain collapsed the second he lowered his hand, collapsed into pieces of rolling clouds, scattered between this pure white sky and earth .

"You're stronger here than I thought," Grindelwald looked at the lost fog surrounding Nelson with interest. This mass of magic only revealed an intimate attitude. The released spell didn't even have to be blocked by Nelson, just holding this group of mist, it melted silently like ice cubes thrown into a carbon furnace, "I'm really getting more and more interested, what you know about this place. , seems to be more diligent than Haierbo, do you mean that you were originally a dead person?"

"I have another idea."

Grindelwald rubbed his chin and raised his wand, but at this moment, an anxious voice came from afar: "Mr. Williams! Mr. Williams!"

"Disappointing."

He pouted, looked at the still-undissipated blackness in the distance, put down his hand, and nodded to Nelson, "Just come here."

The fog quickly subsided around them~www.mtlnovel.com~Behind the dense wooden frame in the Hall of Prediction, Boggart, panting, stuck his head out, clutching his violently heaving chest, and said to Nelson who had just discovered: "Be careful... ...come... Grindelwald..."

"Are you calling me? This gentleman."

Grindelwald patted the ashes on his neckline and smiled, seeing his Boggart almost fainted with fright.

"What a disappointment," Grindelwald shook his head, turned to leave, and just as Mr. Boggart finally recovered under Nelson's comfort, he reappeared behind the wooden frame, completely making Boggart choked out. After passing, he shrugged, looked at the Boggart that Nelson was carrying, and threw the elder wand over, "Your things, put away, we will have a real hearty battle one day."

"Is this a prophecy? Mr. Grindelwald."

"This is a statement," said Grindelwald after a moment of silence. "Of course, I think I should get a crystal ball."

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