They continued to slowly approach the castle, its massive shadow looking down on them, their fear doubling despite the light granted by their wands.

The Aurors looked around vigilantly, and at the edge of the square, a number of terrifying humanoid statues stood in a shadowy row that caught their attention. Their faces were hideous, their expressions distorted, as if they had been tormented by purgatory, and sometimes they were laughing madly.

"What are those?" The voice of the Auror to the left of the leader trembled slightly.

"Devil's Cemetery." The leader Auror gritted his teeth and said coldly, catching a glimpse of him gasping, "Don't worry, it's just a statue." ”

The Auror stared at the leader with wide eyes, as if he wanted to say something. The danger of the arrest was far beyond what he had expected.

But the Auror at the head ignored him, and he looked intently at everything around him, feeling the breath of evil. No one noticed that his tall back was soaked with sweat.

One step at a time, each landing is heavy for everyone. It's impossible to predict what will happen to them next.

Suddenly, he sensed something, and a strange sensation spread through the Auror at the head like an electric shock, causing him to stop like a stone sculpture, and ominous thoughts flashed through him—he felt an extremely powerful magical energy.

"No, it's too quiet." His heart rose to his throat, and he subconsciously clenched his wand.

The image of that magical power lingered in his mind, and he realized that it was suffocating and terrifying ----- black magic!

His companions seemed to continue to approach the gloomy castle, and at that moment, their wands lost their light with a whoosh, and darkness truly descended. The hungry fog quickly surrounded them at double speed, engulfing them like a hurricane in the desert.

Everything came so fast.

One of his companions turned his head to open his mouth wide to say something.

Suddenly, an unstoppable stream of magical energy burst towards them, drowning the words in a gray wave in an instant.

The Auror raised his wand at the last moment, and the light extinguished by the wand burned like a volcanic flame, and the dazzling white light blocked the magic energy, and after a brief violent collision, the magic dissipated, leaving only a heavy crack in the ground.

The bodies of the Aurors lay motionless at the entrances to the open grassy fields on either side of the large square, as if they had been blown away, but their bodies were unscathed, not even scratching their clothes.

But the Auror at the head did not die, and did not sit still.

Despite the blow he had just received, the Auror struggled to reach his right hand into the darkness of his suit jacket, clutching a small, dull transparent object tightly in his hand, holding the ground with the elbow of his hand and struggling to crawl over and pick up his wand.

As his hand was about to touch his wand, a foot that appeared out of thin air without the slightest notice stepped heavily on his arm, and he cried out in pain.

Grindelwald's pale face was revealed in the mist, lifeless as an old mansion covered in cobwebs and dust, but with a terrifying smile that mixed arrogance, coldness, and sarcasm.

"What a pity, the famous Auror Jill Watson." Grindelwald said lightly, unable to hide his contemptuous tone, his voice seemed to freeze the air around him, and it dropped dozens of degrees at once, "I'm about to die here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Auror at the head of the group waved his right hand vigorously, and the thing in his hand emitted a grayish-white cloudy light and threw it at Grindelwald, and the orb hit him, but only Grindelwald took several steps backwards. He seemed unscathed, with that hair-curring smirk still hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The Auror took advantage of this opportunity to hold the wand firmly in his hand, and pointed the wand at Grindelwald at a very fast speed, and then a fleeting dazzling flash of light burst out from the wand, followed by a stream of dark blue streamlined lightning intertwined and intertwined, with a thunderous momentum, directly approaching Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's hand moved, and the dark shadows in the four directions seemed to obey the call of their master, and in an instant, they formed a death shield composed of an invisible barrier, and drove the future one by one.

The fierce lightning continued to pound, but there was no progress, and before the lightning could touch the air exhaled by Grindelwald, it bounced off to both sides, and the stones on the ground were mercilessly shattered and scattered all around.

Grindelwald began to move forward, and the barrier moved with it.

The magic of the Auror didn't seem to put much pressure on him, and the distance was getting shorter, and it seemed that it was about to reach him.

But the body of the leader Auror seemed to freeze, and the hand that controlled the wand became more and more difficult, as if he was under an invisible threat.

"It's really interesting, an Auror who knows a thousand lightning spells, if he blows with all his strength, he may be able to pose a great threat to me, but if he hits my devouring spell, his mana has collapsed and there is not much left." Grindelwald said contemptuously.

Grindelwald erupted into an unstoppable magical shock, and the Aurors led by him were knocked to the ground hard, but the wand was still clenched tightly in his hand, "You lackeys of the Ministry of Magic, always trying to catch me," Grindelwald looked at the Auror corpses around him, and sighed helplessly, "I finally sent a good one, but it's a pity that I have to come here to die." ”

He drew a very special wand from his clothes, he was longer than the average wand, the color was a terrible dark brown, and the body of the wand had five round ring-like protrusions, the second from the handle of the staff was half a pear, and the rest of the wand became smaller in turn towards the tip of the staff, and the one on top was only larger than a rubber.

He began to shoot a dark black spell at the leader Auror, who blocked two and tried to fight back, and one after another white light shot at Grindelwald, but they were easily blocked.

Grindelwald flashed to the side like a phantom and shot a third spell, and the Auror led by Grindelwald was already very weak under Grindelwald's spell, and was caught off guard by a blow to the wrist, and the wand was shot down.

Grindelwald walked slowly to the leader of the Aurors, and pulled him up by the collar, the leader of the Aurors struggled in pain, but to no avail. His wrists had been eroded by black magic and had become unrecognizable and unconscious.

"Who will they send next time? Hero? Do you think there's something that threatens me? It's all a bunch of pretentious scum. ”

Grindelwald laughed a little to himself.

A flash of thunder flashed.

Grindelwald's cheeks were still so pale, but at the moment they seemed to be a little unusual.

On the left and right sides of his face, it seems...... Covered with large and small lumps...... It seems as if someone has beaten him with his fist!!

(End of chapter)