The red flames disappeared in the hall, and the black flames were summoned into the void again, taking the form of ordinary flames, but without heat.

A faint black-red glow shone.

"Boom!" Professor McGonagall gasped, and just as she was shocked, the scene changed again.

The cold air in mid-air began to condense, and light blue ice gas appeared at this time, and then collided towards the strange flames.

Legend has it that the fire, which cannot be extinguished by conventional means, is now imprisoned in a thick layer of ice, which melts rapidly, but grows like a life-like cover.

Fire, frost, wind, water, metal, shapeshifting, spatial shifting, all the magic that could be used alternately in the hands of the two of them

The duel that symbolizes the highest level of the wizarding world is displayed in the eyes of everyone, and perhaps the duel that determined the future of the wizarding world decades ago is also the same as it is today.

I can't help but be fascinated.

Harry looked at the duel in front of him worriedly, not knowing how to remind Dumbledore that the people they were present now had no way to intervene or stop the duel.

"Shhh Harry took a sudden breath and put his hands on his forehead.

No one noticed him.

Harry felt that at this moment, his scar suddenly exploded, and the unimaginable pain, if I want to describe it, was a sharp knife that plunged into his chest, pierced into his heart, and carved hard.

Fortunately, the unbearable pain lasted only for a moment, and then it quickly subsided like a tidal tide.

Then he found out about a fact.

He was blind.

No, it's his delusion that he is blind, and he can still see everything in front of him.

It's just that the information that the eyes receive is no longer colorful, no longer colorful.

Only the world of black and white remains.

Not far away, those interacting or splendid, or quaint magic, collided, those sharp blades of wind and rising flames intersected, scattered, overflowing, in his eyes, he could see the surge of all magical energy, all the fancy, not fancy spells seemed to be broken down into tiny, tiny particles.

Gather at random with the manipulation of the wizards, and then scatter again.

That's where it all comes from.

Harry seemed to understand somewhat why Dumbledore was so powerful, because of the extremely high level of understanding of magic.

Everything is like an arm's finger.

Then he suddenly realized why he suddenly had such a powerful ability.

The feeling of being in control made him swell, and he felt as if he was in charge of everything.

A frenzied killing intent rose from his heart.

Harry subconsciously sensed that something was wrong, but there was no way to suppress it.

This is not Voldemort's spiritual invasion.

The trajectories of the two apparitions were reflected in his turquoise eyes.

As a pure observer, this gives him plenty of energy to speculate.

To predict.

Harry raised his wand in horror.

Slowly, very lightly, he aimed at a clearing that he guessed was Dumbledore's next destination.

It was then that Harry realized that his arm was no longer under his control.

"Ah......" he began to chant the incantation, which symbolized death, and was extremely evil

"No, no!" Harry cried out inwardly.

But the bytes of the spell still popped out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Except for your weapons!"

Harry used all the best strength in his life to deflect his wand away, and the spell was replaced by a disarming spell at the last minute.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the light from the tip of his wand shoot swiftly, striking the chests of the centaurs who were fighting the dwarves, with a characteristic clangling of metallic impact.

As he relaxed, he noticed that his eyesight had returned, and the scene that had appeared under his eyes suddenly returned to color.

Harry hurriedly looked back in the direction he had predicted, and saw that it was empty.

But the corner of his eye made Harry's heart tug, and his stomach began to churn.

Dumbledore didn't know when he was hit, and his old body began to fall, his long silver beard standing straight up with the hedge's currents.

The white robe rattled.

From this angle, they could not see the old man's expression, only Dumbledore's hands hanging limply.

I don't know where the wand in my hand has gone

Did he get hit by Grindelwald's spell?

Harry tried to rush over, but her sleeve was pulled by Hermione behind her, her eyes welling with tears, and she bit her lip and shook her head at Harry.

Underneath him is the Hall of Death, which has been opened.

The curtain, which symbolizes the separation between life and death, is quietly waiting for a living person to leave this world.

Fawkes let out a crisp groan, and the golden firebird flew out of its wide cuffs just as Dumbledore's body was about to be completely engulfed by the curtain.

The Divine Bird, which has always been intelligent, has been hiding in Dumbledore's body just now, but it has not played its due role.

At the most critical juncture, its owner was abandoned.

Maybe it can't be said to be abandonment, it's just that as a creature, he used his instinct to survive.

Finally, the old man's body, without resistance, fell into the worn drapery hanging from the arch.

The curtain fluttered for a moment, as if a gust of wind had just blown, and then it was back to its former state.

Everyone froze, staring in disbelief.

This change was so abrupt.

So much so that almost everyone loses the ability to think.

The two legions that were still on equal foot just now, after losing the control of their masters, one of them instantly withered and was slaughtered by the one-sided slaughter like chopping melons and vegetables.

The elf wielded a large, hard hammer and violently slammed his foes over, his strong legs and feet stomping on it.

This time—

The golden centaur was no longer able to pick up his fallen head and put it back on the ground.

Bursts of oozing and hoarse laughter suddenly filled the room.

Voldemort!

The man's figure first appeared translucent, then gradually coalesced into a physical body in midair, playing with the wand he had just taken from Dumbledore.

"Savior, Mr. Potter, it looks like my disarming spell is even more powerful. Voldemort rubbed his booty with his long, pale fingers in satisfaction, intoxicated and immersed in the comfort.

Dumbledore was struck by Voldemort's Disarming Curse, who didn't use his best Death Curse this time, for other reasons.

For the Elder Wand.

But now it looks like it's a double win.

"The elderberry of death, a symbol of invincibility. He muttered under his breath.

He was still confused about wand restraint.

After going to Durmstrang to kill Karkaroff to vent his anger, he ransacked the library there in a vain attempt to find evidence of wand restraint and how to crack it.

Nothing.

Rather, it would be really strange if he did find it.