"Grindelwald, you don't want to rule the wizarding world."

The leader of the Aurors let out a terrible scream.

His face was as pale as paper, and his left wrist was attacked by black magic, which had already rotted away by the moment, but at least his life was still safe.

In addition, he is also a decisive person, and the first time he used cutting magic to cut off his left hand.

"Tut-tut, look at it, look at it, people who want to die can't stop it!"

Grindelwald pursed his lips, his pale blue eyes filled with a chill as cold as ice.

The next moment.

Just as Grindelwald's voice had just dissipated.

A copper chain about the thickness of a thumb suddenly burst out of the air, and the copper chain was covered in a miserable green glow, and it skewered like a sharp arrow at the leader.

The Auror at the head reacted immediately, and hurriedly flew to the side, flicking the chain with his wand at lightning speed.

The chain snapped to the ground and began to coil up like a snake on the ground, and Tintin slammed into the rock wall with a loud echo, and one end of the chain slammed into the rock wall.

"Burn with my soul, summon the ferry."

After struggling to dodge Grindelwald's attack, the Aurors at the head suddenly began to mutter, as if the oldest witch spell had been cast.

"Boom la la ......"

In the night when you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly, there was a faint and inaudible sound of water.

"Bang."

The next moment.

The inky night was suddenly dispelled by a dazzling whiteness.

It's a small boat.

The bow of the ship emerged from the air like a ghost.

"Good chance!"

Seeing this, the Auror at the head couldn't help but have a touch of joy on his face, and he took a big stride and stepped on the boat.

"Buzz ......"

The white sky on the small boat flickered and began to swim, but in just a few breaths, it had already sailed hundreds of meters, and the Auror at the head could even see the doorway.

"I want to go!"

A hint of sarcasm flashed at the corner of Grindelwald's mouth, and his left hand waved slightly, and the miserable green copper chain that had been deeply inserted into the rock flew out directly, one bolted to the boat, and the chain on the other side was deeply inserted into the rock wall, and it seemed that if you wanted to take the boat, you had to untie the chain that tied the boat.

The Auror at the head of the group walked quickly to the boat, and reached out to untie the chain, but as soon as his hand touched the chain, the chain suddenly emitted a blinding green light, and a burning and extremely painful touch spread through every nerve of his hand, and his entire palm seemed to be pierced by thousands of sharp blades. He gripped the chain with all his might, and with his other hand pulled out a knife and sliced it open.

The broken chain no longer glows green, but fades away.

The leader of the Aurors was half-kneeling on the hull, panting heavily, closing his eyes in pain, his remaining right hand trembling, his palms rotting like charred black coal, and his five fingers almost deformed.

The sharp pain made the Auror's face even pale, but he knew that he must not fall down at this moment, otherwise he would never be able to stand up again.

The leader of the Auror screamed, and struggled to his feet, as if the pain had faded away, his right hand constantly making a corrosive click, but still clutching his wand.

The wand was his last resort, and he couldn't do it empty-handed.

"Go!"

The Auror screamed, his right hand trembling violently, and a frantic surge of magic poured out of the tip of his wand.

The hairs on his body exploded, and he could clearly feel the sharp spear-like killing intent coming from the back of his back.

With the influx of magic, the boat moved autonomously, without the need for manual work, and it seemed that another invisible rope pulled it towards the fortress, where the green light in the middle of the lake was.

Soon, the neat rock walls cut by the frowning of the fortress were out of sight, and they felt as if they were in the sea, except that there were no waves around them.

The presence of the wand shone on the black water, dodging a little golden light, and the boat cut divine ripples on the glass surface of the lake, like a trench in a black mirror.

"Oh no, there's a corpse under this water!!"

In the boat, the Auror looked down at the lake, his eyes wide in horror and turned around.

"I see it." The Auror's face had stiffened to the extreme, and he forced himself to stabilize.

He burned his soul and finally escaped from Grindelwald's clutches and came here, but everything here seemed too weird.

The corpses under the water, and even their own life boats, began to get out of control.

He turned his head and stared at the green light that seemed to grow bigger and brighter in front of him, not paying any attention to the movement on the surface of the lake. The boat was still moving inexorably towards it.

A few minutes later, through a thin layer of mist, the boat gently hit something hard, and with a shake, it shook slightly—he landed.

The Auror slowly stood up and jumped out of the boat.

Now.

In front of him, on an altar made of gold and diamonds, there was a stone basin, and in the stone basin was a basin full of disgustingly bright emerald green liquid, emitting a glittering phosphorescence.

Obviously, the green stuff is absolutely unreliable here.

"Good, beautiful, fragrant!!"

The Auror's eyes began to blur, and he stared at the liquid, reaching out his rotting right hand, mutilated fingers trying to touch the deadly liquid.

But his expression disappeared in an instant, for all he seemed to be touching was air, and the liquid seemed to be out of space with his hand.

He raised his wand again and said something strange to the stone basin, but there was no movement, only that the liquid indicated that the light was coming out was brighter.

He used his wand to conjure a small cup out of thin air, then threw his wand on the ground, and couldn't wait to put the transformed cup into the stone basin and scoop up the full cup quickly.

"The most delicious thing in the world!"

Auror's eyes began to glow a miserable green, and he sincerely admired, and drank the cup full of liquid.

However, as the cup poured into his body, his face was pained, his cheeks twisted strangely, his eyes were tightly closed, and he wanted to say something, but it was like a stem stuck in his throat.

The expression on his face was so cold that it gave me goosebumps, as if the air around him had plummeted by twenty degrees.

"It's painful!"

The Auror came to his senses, but the movement of his hands could not be stopped no matter what, as if someone was manipulating his own body, and he poured the miserable green liquid into his mouth cup after cup for as if it had been a century.

(End of chapter)