Near Neumengard, Austria, this desolate and lonely prison was once shrouded in darkness and fog all year round, but today the light bursting from the small windows that had been dark made the atmosphere even more eerie.

Now all that was left of the corridor was a magic lamp hanging from the wall, and through the wisps of black smoke that remained in the air, the entire prison showed a dilapidated scene - the walls reinforced by the spell had been cracked and thinned by Dumbledore's multiple layers, and the cracks and ashes were scattered all over the ground like cobwebs, and the broken wall tiles and brick ash were scattered all over the ground, making people fear that the tower would collapse at any time.

The floor of the hallway was still covered with long scars from the magical power, stretching from one wall to the ceiling, and some of the melted stone slabs had turned into lava and began to drip down. Behind Voldemort, the hallway ransacked by the bluefire lightning was empty, leaving a charred burn, but the empty hallway was still billowing with scorching smoke.

The Death Eaters had already extinguished the blue flames that Grindelwald had used to seal the door and attack by using all the spells en masse, but due to the top-notch battle they had just witnessed, they had gathered at the staircase leading to the corridor, and no one dared to approach them - the Death Eaters had just understood from the results of their comrades who had the audacity to imagine the Dark Lord's loyalty and sacrifice, and even getting close would not bring any help to the master who had just made a big show in the one-on-two battle, and would only waste their own lives in vain.

The Dark Lord apparently gave his men this choice, after all, for Voldemort now, although the frequency of punishing his subordinates was becoming more and more common for his moody mind, the fact that he lacked manpower made his remaining sanity make these punishments generally not hurtful.

At this time, Voldemort's condition was not as good as he had first boasted, and the soft, unseamed magic robe on his body was shattered into strips and hung on his body, barely covering the pale body inside his robe. His cheeks, his neck, the backs of his hands... The exposed skin on his body had left terrible scars in the veins of the human body, and even some stone cone tips were stuck in some parts of his body, but it was not fatal.

Opposite him, two old wizards supported each other and fell to the ground, they had been forced to retreat to the base of the wall, and the image of Dumbledore and Grindelwald was even more miserable.

Grindelwald's appearance was completely decorated with his usual grace, the dents caused by the dark magic in his body made him look like a sponge in some places, and his left arm was impaled on his left thigh by the kind of stone cone Dumbledore had made.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked slightly better than Grindelwald, but his silver-white beard was a mess and charred black, and his body was burned by fire and whipped from the whip.

Now that the battle has been temporarily decided, it has stopped.

"Dumbledore, now prove who is right between us, right?" Voldemort, who was finally empty, looked at his state, and then he stared at the slightly blessed old man in front of him with his scarlet, cold eyes and asked contemptuously, "What a nasty magic... Seeing it makes people want to tear it apart and fire big... So you taught that kid?"

"The world's greatest white wizard joined forces with the first Dark Lord, and even then he was no match for his master. Rabastan's eyes were furious, and he roared in a thick voice.

"The master has proven his strength, and now no one will misunderstand his master's power and question his master's strength," Yaxley said eagerly.

"Fool, never doubt that the master is the most powerful wizard. Alector Kahlo scolded, and the stout little woman violently crutched her elbow and hurt Yaxley beside her.

Compared to the other Death Eaters who were still wearing masks and unwilling to reveal their faces, the three of them had lifted their masks and shouted loudly, but they always felt a little uncomfortable than they usually shouted - because the mad witch with this baby's voice who usually took the lead was ordered by the Dark Lord to stay in the base with Nagini.

......

"Where's the Elder Wand?" Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Grindelwald and let out a cold, shrill smirk, "Tell me, I'll mercifully leave you all corpses, or I'll leave your souls at peace!"

"I do know where... But you've got to give something that satisfies me..."Grindelwald's eyes with strange gray-white pupils blinked softly, and his tail note raised softly, although the image was very embarrassing, but the tone was still like a small hook seductive and arousing people's greed, "I'll tell you... The location of one of the Hallows that will make you the master of death..."

"Gellert—" Dumbledore's old voice was hoarse, and he shook his head at Grindelwald, but when he saw the cold and emotionless eyes, he stopped to persuade.

"Old fellow, dare to talk to our master about the conditions, two old dogs, don't say it, you are good-looking..."Yaxley roared and waved his arms, which really looked like an angry hyena.

"It seems that the great master has scared them... They have given up resistance, and we are on. Rabastan waved behind him, and the Death Eaters swarmed in with the controlled prison guards.

The Dark Wizards seemed to have all their courage back at this point, their staff pointed at Dumbledore and Grindelwald on the wall, and some even cast spells to make themselves walk upside down on the ceiling, blocking the corridor in all directions, enclosing Dumbledore and Grindelwald in that blind corner - but in the end, no one dared to cross their master and put themselves between the Dark Lord and the White Wizard.

"You're not in the wrong direction in some way..."Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's arm, a shallow smile on his face, as if it were a habit, "The Elder Wand was indeed in my hand before, and it has accompanied me through a lot of shining times..."

"Old thing, don't sell it, hurry up. Seeing that Grindelwald dragged out his voice, and his master couldn't help but take a few steps forward, the impatient Rabastan urged, and the Death Eaters behind him all shouted and urged.

Voldemort opened his mouth directly, and a long, thin flame came out of Voldemort's mouth, turning into a fire snake in the air, flicking his tail and starting to fly in the direction of Grindelwald - Grindelwald, who looked weak on the ground, immediately waved his wand quickly and used a counterspell, at this time, the fire snake hissed viciously and jumped up, in the air above Grindelwald's head, but under the effect of the spell, it turned into a large flame and exploded.

But the fire snake was too strong and fast, and although Grindelwald quickly dissolved Atta and dissipated most of the flames, there were still some stains on his body, and the clothes on his shoulders were swallowed up in an instant, revealing charred skin, and Dumbledore also helped to make those flames fly off Grindelwald's shoulders.

"If you don't hurry up, the next time you will be burned more than your shoulder. Voldemort's grim hiss rang out.

Beneath Grindelwald's shiny forehead, a pair of peculiar eyes glanced to the right, briefly meeting Dumbledore's blue eyes, and he quietly looked back, as if he didn't need to blink at all.

Voldemort, who sensed this, squinted his scarlet eyes at Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, put away your so-called false justice rhetoric, your companion seems to know more about current affairs than you do." ”

"The Elder Wand always likes great power... After 1945, who did I lose to?" Grindelwald said in an elegant tone, and his tone was very calm.

Voldemort's eyes immediately looked at the wand in Dumbledore's hand, and when he saw that it was not the one Dumbledore had used when he was at Hogwarts, the instant chagrin made Voldemort's face even more distorted, but after a little recollection, he found that no one in his memory had started to use this wand with several knots.

Voldemort, who came back to his senses and knew Dumbledore's character, raised his hideous face and turned back to Grindelwald: "So, after Dumbledore, who is the Elder Wand in now, say it, tell me... I'm going around your life. ”

"Gellert, don't say it..."Dumbledore ignored Voldemort's murderous gaze and hurriedly warned his companion, but the pain made him a little off-balance.

Grindelwald hurriedly tugged at his hand before Dumbledore fell: "Albus... Didn't they rob your wand too, and we don't have to keep it a secret for them..."

"Very well, I think I might even consider having you as my subordinate... After all, you still have a role to play in battle..."Voldemort's surprisingly long fingers loosened as he held his wand in front of Dumbledore, but his murderous gaze stared at Grindelwald— Seeing that the other party was reluctant to tell the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, he had already planned to capture the two of them alive, and then use the Dementor and the Imperius Charm or let Snape mix some truth potion to directly get the news he wanted, Voldemort had already had some bad premonitions in his heart from Grindelwald's description that Dumbledore's wand was snatched away.