"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's eyelids trembled, and when he pronounced Dumbledore's name, his hoarse voice trembled like his eyelids, but he tried to restrain himself, and he couldn't be seen.

"It's me. Dumbledore's deep voice echoed over the battlefield, he nodded slightly, dressed in a white robe, suddenly appeared behind a stone pillar in the ruins, and slowly walked in front of everyone.

The surrounding faculty, staff, and students all fell silent as if they were petrified, and then erupted into a frenzied cheer.

"The headmaster is not dead!" the students cheered excitedly.

He was dressed in a golden-red robe, and the sides of the robe were embroidered with silver silk threads with strange patterns and esoteric symbols, which looked very luxurious.

And his own face has gone through vicissitudes, ravines and ravines, and the broken bridge of his nose is still the same as before, but it looks energetic, and his long silver-white beard is about to touch the ground.

That rich and charismatic voice is all too familiar to the students of Hogwarts,

"Grindelwald, is that your man?" Voldemort asked coldly, now knowing that he had stepped into a trap against him.

"No, what do you mean I'm his man?" another question came from the distance, obviously dissatisfied with the dominant power.

"But I do stand on Albus's side now. From the other corner of the ruins, Grindelwald, dressed in black robes, slowly moved his steps to the center of the field.

He raised his wand at Voldemort.

"There would be anyone willing to take refuge in an enemy who has imprisoned him for decades. ”

"Hogwarts' Anti-Apparition Charm is in effect, and unless you can break the magic set up by the four founders, the only way you want to leave today is to kill us. ”

"Or we will kill you and bury you, this school is not suitable, your soul will pollute the land. Dumbledore spread his hands.

"Jokes. Voldemort said contemptuously.

Voldemort faced two wizards who were not inferior to him, and his subordinates could hardly intervene in this level of battle, while there were several professors on the opposite side who were in the second echelon of combat effectiveness

The speckled sparks gradually solidified in the void, turning into a male lion covered in fire and fiercely blocking the demon king's body, blocking his escape route, the body composed of flames, the golden red hair was wisps of fire, Voldemort's wand slashed down, and the rapidly rising cold air condensed in front of him, temporarily suppressing the lion's arrogance.

The golden-red sturdy awakening lion roared in rage, and then rebounded more rapidly, and the flames above and below its body became more and more vigorous, as if the strong golden hair grew in an instant, and the fierce fire swept away, and the sparks even touched Voldemort's black robes, and then ignited.

A fierce wind can blow away the raging flames and extinguish them, and they can also make his fire grow wildly.

It all depends on the intention of the spellcaster.

For Grindelwald, naturally, it was the latter.

Voldemort's pale face immediately showed a furious emotion, and his thin, blood-colored lips opened slightly in anger, and the flame attached to the black robe was extinguished with a flick of his hand.

Some burned-out ashes fell in mid-air.

He hadn't been hurt in a long time, and now, he was burned by the blazing flames.

The faint tingling sensation was not enough to plunge him into an angry madness, but because it was an unbearable shame.

"Fuck off. He roared.

The wand swung faster and faster, and a stout earth snake sprang out of the ground and wrestled with the lion, piling up more and more mud as if to bury the fiery lion.

"The wind is blowing!" Grindelwald's wand pointed at the stalemate battlefield.

A swift hurricane hung up, and the fire borrowed the momentum of the wind, and the mighty Flame Beast King suddenly grew a few sizes, and the hair composed of the flames became more and more vigorous, and the earth snake was roasted until it was scorched and cracked, and the pieces of stiff soil were cracked layer by layer, so that they shattered, and were reduced to ordinary soil.

Voldemort was constantly stumbling under the attack of the two.

The green turf of the Quidditch pitch was completely overturned, the soft grass was ignited, and the fire began to spread, and a sea of fire was suddenly formed, and it became more and more intense, and the whole court seemed to be burned red, and the dazzling light even illuminated the entire gloomy sky.

In an instant, the sky was full of red glow, like day.

The wind swept over like a cloud.

With a flick of Dumbledore, a dark cloud from here picked up speed and rushed towards the sky above the Quidditch pitch, and large drops of rain in the clouds began to envelop the smoke and dust in the air, condense, and overturn.

The long droplets of water were no longer round balls, like long transparent arrows, whizzing through.

Water and fire mingle, constantly rattling.

Water condenses into ice.

The flickering flames flickered in the ice, and the light of the flames was dimmed by the ice.

It forms a peculiar landscape.

Voldemort snorted.

The flames were extinguished, but the ice began to rattle and fall suddenly, then formed in mid-air, condensing into a monstrous ice serpent.

Pieces of ice turned into giant snakes, which in turn danced wildly across the field, running wildly across the scorched field, whistling towards the two old men

The wind blew suddenly, and the sleeves of the robes fluttered backwards and whirled.

With a flick of the wand in Grindelwald's hand, the towering giant tree in the Forbidden Forest not far away was uprooted, like a long sword, head-on into the speeding ice python, piercing its body, sawdust flew sideways, the snake writhed and struggled a few times, turned into a piece of broken ice, and flew upside down towards Voldemort.

Voldemort kept barely parrying left and right, and at the same time with two wizards, especially the strength was not inferior to his, very much pressure.

Suddenly, his body froze, and a spell at a tricky angle struck him.

Normally, a simple apparition would have been avoided with a quick spell that Voldemort could not react.

Voldemort lay on his back on the grass, his body as if petrified, but still holding the wand in his hand, squinting at the two men who had led him into the trap step by step with his resentful gaze.

"We won!"

"We won!"

The surrounding students erupted in horrible cheers, and the Quidditch pitch did not erupt into such a terrifying noise because of the final Quidditch match.

"Tom, it's all over. Dumbledore stood not far from Voldemort with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said with emotion.

"Not necessarily. Voldemort retorted, then closed his eyes and let go of his arms, as if to kill him.

"Remove your weapon!" another of the old man's wands struck Voldemort's lying body.

Without a trace of resistance, the Elder Wand came out of the man's hand and tossed it high, cutting a graceful arc through the air.

It's all over, even if he's the Dark Lord, what can he do when he loses his wand.

But what Dumbledore didn't see was that the moment the wand was taken off, Voldemort's face showed an incomprehensible smile.