"The Elder Wand is—" Grindelwald raised his voice suddenly, "It's on Alan Harris!"

The bad premonition was confirmed, and the haunting memory caused Voldemort's intact red eye to fall into a state of distraction for a moment, and the hand holding the wand trembled in a trance, and even some of the Death Eaters subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"Bang !!"

There was a thud and an explosion.

Mud, smoke, and bricks were flying - the wall behind Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been blown open, and a hole appeared in the wall to reveal the Austrian sky outside, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald had already jumped out of the cave holding hands at the same time.

In an instant, a furious Voldemort turned the hems of his torn black wizard robes into more than a dozen tentacles, flying like long snakes, clinging to the corridor like tentacles, staggering forward and tumbling forward rapidly.

And outside this tower.

Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes had appeared beside the falling White Wizard at this moment, it flapped its wings in the air, its bright eyes were particularly bright in the dark, it waved the long golden feathers behind its tail, and grabbed Dumbledore's shoulder with its claws, Grindelwald took Dumbledore's hand and hung it at the bottom, and the wind blew his and Dumbledore's magic robes rattle.

Led by the tentacles, Voldemort had already rushed to the cavern where it had exploded, and then his flying secret technique developed by the Dementors enveloped his body in black smoke, causing him to float in the air instead of falling.

This phoenix obviously couldn't bear the weight of two adult wizards, not to mention that Grindelwald's weight exceeded the standard of a normal wizard, so although Fawkes struggled to shake its wings, it continued to fall, but after Fawkes came into contact with his wizard friend, it began to glow with fire.

Voldemort's snake eyes reflected the fire, and he let out an angry roar, and a spell immediately rushed out of the wand port in his hand, following the firelight— Then his screams of anger and disbelief rang out in the night sky, and he went berserk, his eyes swept back to the half-collapsed walls, remembering that Dumbledore had a plan at the beginning, by constantly cutting layers of wall bricks to transform the defenses, hoping to blow up the reinforced stone bricks with a single blow, he let out another spell in vain to show his destructive power.

The fortress that Grindelwald had built and was also his own prison began to crumble.

In the midst of the ruins, the Death Eaters coughed and slapped the scattered smoke, screamed and propped up the bricks and stones with their wands and began to flee out of the cave—whether they were using Voldemort's flying skills or simply pulling out their broomsticks.

Alector Caro made herself a bubble head charm and flew out of the hole first, she was more worried about her master's mood than the other panicked colleagues - whether Grindelwald said it was true or not, if the Elder Wand was really in Alan Harris's hands, her master probably wouldn't be able to go to the Floating City to find Harris to retrieve the Elder Wand... If the Dark Lord could do that, then he wouldn't have to look for the Death Staff.

The other escaped Death Eaters also flew into the sky, trembling as they watched Voldemort still gasping for breath, holding their breath, none of them wishing to make a noise at this time, as if everyone was afraid that they would touch their master's moldy head because of this.

The White Wizard and the former Dark Lord, who had successfully escaped, appeared in a dark alley with a dark blue sky overhead, the first stars were already shining, and some houses stood on both sides of the narrow alley, the light shining through those windows.

Not far ahead, golden streetlights show that it is the center of the village, and in the center of the square is a war monument-like building, half-hidden behind green trees in the wind. There are several shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel with stained glass radiating jewels across the square.

"Godric's Hollow? Albus, you're thinking pretty far... It's a lot more comfortable than going to your Order of the Phoenix headquarters..."Grindelwald looked at him with some nostalgia, "We can go to my Aunt Bathilda's house for a while, although she seems to be a little delirious in the letters lately, but I bet she'll live a long time..."But without hearing a response from anyone around him, Grindelwald turned his head to look at the silent Dumbledore, "Come on, that bad boy isn't afraid of this half-blood boy..."

Grindelwald turned around, and by this time Dumbledore's right hand had withered and blackened into a mummified shape, and the black gas was still expanding upwards, continuing to corrode those intact places.

"Luckily, the spell teleported—" The muscles in Dumbledore's cheeks quivered, and he squeezed out a smile, his face pale, his lips biting out a row of tooth marks and blood marks from the pain he had just forcibly withheld.

Grindelwald's chin was raised, his forehead was wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth drooped, and he raised his wand to point at the junction of Dumbledore's arm injuries, cleanly dissociating Dumbledore's right hand from the rest of his arm. Fawkes, who was still on Dumbledore's shoulder, let out a wail and rested his head on Dumbledore's severed wrist, and soon the bird's face was covered with pearly tears.

Grindelwald collected his wand, and then stroked Dumbledore's severed arm with his hand, while smearing Fawkes's dripping phoenix tears on those fractures, Dumbledore's severed wrist slowly healed at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and the new light pink flesh gradually wrapped those broken nerves and blood vessels.

"I can't go back for a long time... But that's fine, you can at least be less nosy..."Grindelwald's expression also lost the sarcasm just now, and his tone was a little unwilling: "If you don't care about maintaining your human appearance... I also have a lot of ways to strengthen myself like that half-breed boy... Not so much..."

"Gellert, Albus?" a very old voice rang out, and an old woman was hunched up, her bloated body slowly moving around the corner.

Dumbledore had been enduring the process with his eyes closed, and when he heard the old woman's voice, his eyes fluttered, and he opened them, and the old woman's eyes were deep in the folds of transparent skin, which were thick cataracts. Her face was covered in intermittent veins and age spots, and she had a black turban wrapped around her head.

"Aunt Bathilda... It's been a long time, and you're still so charming..."Grindelwald turned his head to see the comer, then turned his attention back to Dumbledore's wrist.

Bathilda Batart was no longer the famous historian of magic in the wizarding world and the compiler of the history of magic textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she looked so old that she was not very clear-headed, but at this time, she was simply the elder of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, looking at Dumbledore's injured parts with loving eyes, and muttered in a vague tone, "I said a long time ago that you two should not study this kind of magic, and from a historical point of view, it is not very good... Alas... Poor boy... Gellert, help him to my house, and I'll make you some cauldron cakes, hoping to ease your pain. ”