Dragon's Breath! Golden Dragon's Breath!

Those who have not seen this scene with their own eyes really can't imagine this kind of scene, the incomparably dangerous dragon flame, mixed with a golden liquid like a waterfall, carrying a temperature enough to melt through the flesh, shooting out in all directions.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald avoided the dragon flame, but they were still splashed by a lot of fine golden liquid, which made a sizzling sound above the barrier around them, and this defensive spell used to defend against dragon flame was obviously a little weak against the yellow financial liquid.

But—

This doesn't seem to make much sense, Long Yan itself has enough lethality, and the magician consumes so many gold coins, which is just the icing on the cake, and it does not decisively change the situation of the battle.

They didn't have time to think about it, and quickly fought back, the Requisition Charm always made the dragon stand still for a moment, and Dumbledore began to experiment with all kinds of spells, trying to find a new way to kill the dragon.

Of course, he didn't forget to dodge Voldemort's sneak attack, and the other party turned into a black mist, constantly hovering over the hall, because the dragon did not attack him, he looked like an outsider.

With Voldemort's strength, if he really joins the battle, the pressure on Dumbledore and Grindelwald is obviously much greater, but the other party is obviously ready to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and has been paddling beside him, everyone can see his intentions, he wants to see both sides lose, and he will reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Although he had no nose and no reason, Voldemort still had at least a little brain.

The dragon flame continued to spit out gold, and the floor of the entire hall began to be covered with a light layer of golden liquid at some point, and Dumbledore began to feel a little uncomfortable.

"Where did the magician get so many gold coins!"

You must know that the diameter of this hall is probably close to six or seven hundred meters, and if you want to fill such a floor, the amount of gold gallons needed will be an astronomical amount, although the magician also used the money offensive when he met at Stonehenge, but that number is nothing compared to what is used now.

"He's not going to empty all the gold gallons in Gringotts, is he?"

Grindelwald panted as he continued to release the Curse of Fortune, "I prefer to believe that this is the power of alchemy. Maybe he has a philosopher's stone. ”

"I'm afraid one is not enough, the function of the Philosopher's stone to turn stone into gold will consume the power of the Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore looked around and said in a heavy tone, "I have to say, things are getting more and more troublesome. ”

Ordinary Transfiguration cannot turn items into gold, and in the same way, gold is difficult to be affected by Transfiguration, which is very special in its own right.

At this time, the hall was covered in a layer of scorching gold, and Dumbledore's Transfiguration abilities were greatly limited.

At this time, they didn't even have a place to stand, but they were not as proficient in the magic of flight as Voldemort, so they could only rely on their understanding of Transfiguration and Levitation Charm, controlling the robes on their bodies to form a temporary flying carpet, floating in the air with themselves, precariously avoiding those torrents of gold and dragon flames.

At this time, Voldemort did not sneak up on them, and he could see that the situation was already on the magician's side.

This allowed the two of them to catch their breath a little, and Dumbledore waved his Elder Wand, chanting a long spell in a rare way, and then, an invisible, almost tens of meters long, wind blade flew towards Smaug.

But Smaug's body vanished in an instant, dodging the powerful spell, and the next moment, he reappeared above the two of them's heads, his slender neck turning, and another breath of gold.

The next has completely turned into a protracted war, although Smaug seems to be unable to attack Dumbledore and Grindelwald at all, and is used as a target from time to time, but with his powerful magic resistance, there is no problem in resisting those spells, and whenever a powerful spell that threatens him appears, Smaug will always be withdrawn by Townsend to retreat his consciousness space to dodge.

Nearly an hour into the battle, Dumbledore still hadn't found a way to deal with the dragon, even as he tried to attack the old wound in the other's chest, which looked like a weak point, not covered by dragon scales, and apparently the location of the heart.

With Grindelwald's skillful cooperation, he managed to penetrate the skin on the opponent's chest, but soon he found out in despair.

The dragon has no heart.

Inside the wound that seemed to be a weakness, it was empty.

It was so abnormal that Dumbledore even suspected that the dragon was not a creature at all, but a creature of some ancient magic, but now he couldn't think about it so much, because he realized something even more unpleasant.

Under their feet, there was already a sea of gold, because of the temperature of the dragon flame, those golden liquids would not solidify at all, but instead stirred up huge waves under the turmoil of Smaug, and even slapped on the ceiling.

Smaug had sunk into the sea of gold, and the dreaded scorching metal liquid seemed to him like a swimming pool, and the scales that occasionally showed out had been completely dyed golden, and from time to time the sound of a happy dragon roar came from below.

He didn't bother to attack the two of them anymore, but he didn't need to, because the spell was difficult to penetrate the gold, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald had no way to take the dragon below this potential sea of gold, but could only watch the sea of gold continue to rise higher and higher.

They no longer expected the magician's gold hidden in Smaug's mouth to run out, and it was obvious that the gold in this illusory space was enough to buy the whole of Britain.

Predictably, soon, the entire space will be filled with gold, and even if the dragons stop attacking them, they will never survive.

"Albus, I'm afraid we'll have to give up."

Grindelwald dodged the golden waves as he muttered, "I never thought the battle would turn out like this. It was the weirdest battle I've ever had in my life. ”

"Obviously, we have no way to keep the magician anymore, and there is no need to die fearlessly."

"If we continue like this, I'm afraid we'll really drown in gold." He gave him a strange expression: "This way of dying. It's so unreasonable. ”

"But it's also gorgeous enough." Dumbledore suddenly laughed: "Professor Tang really does what he says, I have to say, this is a very impressive way to die." ”

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment.

"Albus, you-"

"Gellert, it was indeed a huge mistake to choose this place as a battlefield, I have made too many mistakes in my life, but fortunately, this is the last one." There was a hint of relief in Dumbledore's tone, "I've lived long enough. ”

"Even if I leave here, I can't do anything."

He stretched out his blackened palm and said:

"At least for now, I can drag Tom to death with me"

Grindelwald's white eyebrows were twisted together, and he didn't speak, just stared deeply at Dumbledore,

Dumbledore raised his Elder Wand and aimed it at Grindelwald: "Gellert, you are more determined, purer, and know what to do better than me, you can hardly make mistakes, in fact, the only mistake you make is knowing me. Otherwise, no one would have been able to stop you in the first place. ”

"It's yours, I can finally give it back to you."

"I never thought I'd beat you this way." Grindelwald solemnly raised his wand, "Get rid of your weapon!" “

The Elder Wand was free, swirling in mid-air and landing in Grindelwald's hand.

"Goodbye, Gellert."

"I won't keep you waiting long, Albus."

Grindelwald tossed his wand, Dumbledore caught it, and then waved his wand, and Grindelwald disappeared into the space.

The black mist in the space suddenly condensed into Voldemort's figure, and he floated in mid-air, finally realizing that something was wrong.

Can't seem to paddle anymore?

(End of chapter)