The orange light illuminates the snowflakes that slowly drift down from the night sky like fine powder, and the beams of light that suddenly and softly hit the dark stage in the silence of the theater.

The street shrouded in a snowy scene looks too quiet and beautiful to be real, more like a deliberately captured shot in a movie, the tone is dark blue, but it is dyed by the street lamps with a layer of hazy and gentle.

Cities of steel make people cold and distant, but due to the instinct of human beings to survive as a living being, they need to be collective and communal, so there are few pedestrians on the streets, but the bars on the streets are still brightly lit.

This is New York!

One of the largest cities in the Western Hemisphere.

It is also the premier trading center in the wizarding world.

More than 200,000 wizards from all over the world visit here every year.

More prosperous than any other country in Europe.

At this time, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the bar of an unknown bar.

He was wearing a black trench coat with a dark green scarf tied around his neck, and his heterochromatic pupils revealed the opposition of vigorous youth and strange old age. His solitude blends in with the bar, but it seems soft and not cold.

The people around him looked at him curiously, and some of them were more enthusiastic, and they raised a toast to him, and he gladly returned the salute.

Jazz music was playing in the noisy bar, a tune from decades ago, but the man was older than it.

His slender fingers tapped on the tabletop.

Suddenly, a blank piece of paper, floating like a postcard, fell to his hand.

The man looked down, a smile on his lips.

Then, he happily put the card in his pocket and got up.

The rest of the bar seemed to be watching the man all the time, and even the noise was faint at this point, as he pushed the door open to leave.

Suddenly, there was a mocking laugh from someone behind him, "Hey! Wizard, show us a hand! ”

The man didn't hesitate, he left as if he hadn't heard.

These people were Muggles.

They don't know what a wizard is.

It's just that [Poseidon's War] has influenced here, and people have taken inspiration from previous cultures and rearranged new meanings, which is simply a meme.

Originally, it meant that the Yankees, the British, the French, give them some fun, but now the noun in the middle has been replaced by wizard.

The streets outside were deserted.

After a moment of spatial distortion, the man disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was in the middle of nowhere.

He took the card out of his pocket.

There was a golden hand on the card that pointed him in the next direction.

The man went deeper.

About ten minutes later, in the middle of nowhere, he saw a tent.

It was in tatters, and the cloth on it was all tattered.

But he knew that this was just a trick, and in reality, the tent was intact.

"I can't believe that they have sent me a great god."

Suddenly, a head poked out of the tent.

It was a wizard in his forties and fifties, dressed in a trench coat and a suit. With a rectangular face, you can tell that this is an old-fashioned person when you look at it.

Gray hair and brown eyes, sideburns have grown gray hair. Life is not easy to think about.

"Alright, Mr. Grindelwald, we'll have to hurry." The man said in a very strange tone.

looked at a man who was obviously old-fashioned, but there was a hint of resentment in his tone. This contrast looks very strange against the backdrop of this face.

"I was surprised, too." Grindelwald said lightly, "Your ability is really rare. ”

"It's not uncommon, there will be one every few decades." The man said lightly, and then waved his wand, and the tent shrank automatically, turning into a box.

Then he took out another item from the box, which was a wine glass, just a little big, the size of a basin.

Grindelwald wasn't touched, and he had that ability.

"So now, what is your identity."

"It doesn't make sense." The man replied, "I change identities every once in a while, and only some important identities are fixed. ”

He raised his glass.

The glass was just two grips, one side for him and Grindelwald.

In the next second, the world was spinning again.

It's a portkey.

Being able to use a Portkey instead of Apparition means that they will be far away.

At least across borders, or across continents.

Only travel over this distance that requires a door key.

After a moment of distortion of time and space, the two appeared on a reef.

"This is Guyana. The coast of French Guiana. Ahead lies Brazil's territorial waters. Damn the Cleaners, they hid this area so much that it couldn't be marked on the map, and it took me a lot of effort to find it. ”

The sea breeze whistled, dissipating the sudden heat of the two of them.

Grindelwald waved his wand, and the magic instantly turned his thick coat into a single coat.

February is the summer and autumn of Brazil.

It is no more winter than in the Northern Hemisphere.

"The current situation?" He asked.

"The Death Eaters sent the Muggles they had captured and some of the wizards to the ruins off the coast of Brazil."

"I guess that ruin should need some kind of blood sacrifice or something to open, and the evil ancient ruins are like that." The man explained.

"Didn't those goblins do this before?"

"Quite possibly." Grindelwald said lightly.

He glanced at the man beside him and said quietly, "Can you blend in with the ranks of the Death Eaters?" ”

"It's hard." The man rubbed his head and said with some indignation, "Most of the Death Eaters are monsters in human skin, I can't pretend at all, and I can't meet a few core members at all." ”

"Now, the few identities I've kept are officials of the Magical Congress."

"[The Pretender]?" Grindelwald said, "Sure enough, there's that thing here, too." ”

"All over the world." The man said heavily, "And then, the Federation is going to attack here?" ”

"Almost!" He said, "Do what you have to do, and you don't get involved in the next battle." ”

"Hey - I'm strong, okay? What do you mean, do you think I'm pulling you back? The man said indignantly.

But it didn't help.

The moment he spat out the last word, Grindelwald beside him had already disappeared in place.

He was apparitioned.

"Hmph—damn antique." The man cursed, "But—well—that's cool! No wonder so many people like it. ”

After a few mutters, she was apparitioned.

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Just a few minutes later, Grindelwald was on the reef to which the man was pointing.

It is said to be a reef, but in fact, it should be an island.

Because its area is not small, it is 500 feet at its longest point.

However, with the exception of the obelisk, the rest of the place is full of sharp reefs, and most of them are only a few inches above the water.

Ordinary people don't even have a place to put their feet, and it's understandable to say that it's a reef.

"Huh?"

Grindelwald let out a low, confused voice.

He was standing five hundred feet away from the reef.

In the distance, the half of the obelisk tilted badly, and puffs of smoke rose.

Explosions were heard everywhere.

The smell of gunpowder in the wind is quite strong.

"Someone blew up the obelisk?"

"Death Eaters? Or—" He wondered, did the Death Eaters want to release that thing in the tower?

If yes - then it is also possible that they blow up the tower.

But Grindelwald soon dismissed the idea.

For from afar he saw a group of black-robed wizards rushing out of the half-ruined obelisk.

They were in a hurry, looking for something around them with great vigour.

The fire was also extinguished by them.

He saw a dark wizard find a large number of unexploded bombs from the reef.

"Someone attacked here?" He said in a deep voice.

It is clear that these explosions were intended to divert the attention of the Death Eaters.

And he didn't observe anyone else outside.

Well, excluding all answers, there's only one possibility.

Someone had infiltrated the obelisk, and the explosions had been buried here by him or them in advance to lure the snake out of the hole.

After understanding everything.

Grindelwald reached out with his right hand, and a golden card appeared in his hand.

The nameless fire burned it out.

Three minutes later.

The space around them began to distort noticeably. After a slight popping sound, as if it was the backfire of a car, many wizards appeared in the surrounding sea.

There were about a few dozen of them.

Most of them wore dark robes and hats.

He wears a badge symbolizing the Federation on his chest.

The leading wizard is Mad-Eye Moody.

He staggered to a frozen spot floating in the ocean, the result of a Transfiguration spell he had just cast.

"This is it?"

He looked up at the obelisk in the distance, his eyes expanding and swinging, as if trying to make sense of everything.

"Seems so." Sirius was right behind him.

Many of the Death Eaters in the distance were old acquaintances.

"What are we waiting for? Rush up. He said excitedly, although his eyes could not hide his tiredness, but his interest was very high.

Grindelwald glanced at the wizards around him, his face was a little worried, in his sight, all the wizards who came could not hide their exhaustion, it was not caused by long hours of work, it was more like some kind of mental invasion.

With thought in his heart, he pursed his lips, then opened his mouth and said, "You are in charge of containing the Death Eaters on the periphery, and the battle inside the obelisk has nothing to do with you. ”

"Do you want to be alone?" Moody turned to look at the tall man, "It's impossible, you can't deal with it." ”

"Hmph-" Grandwald snorted, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "young man." He said, "Nothing is impossible." ”

"Leading you will only cause me trouble."

The rest of the wizards' faces suddenly turned ugly, but Grindelwald didn't care.

After saying these words, he took the lead, casting a unique flying magic, and stepped into the air to the reef.

The Death Eaters around the obelisk had already spotted the strange wizard who had suddenly appeared on the other side of the sea.

When Grindelwald is alone, the target may not be noticed for a while, but when those dozens of Aurors arrive at the same time, as long as they are not blind, how can they not find out?

In the next second, dozens of magic spells, like fireworks, flew out of the wand, flew high in the air, and exploded in the dark night sky.

"Boom—"

Green, red, black, gray.

Various colors are purple and red.

What a dazzling fireworks show.

"What's going on?"

Including some of the purges, the dark wizards collectively showed puzzled expressions.

Their spell was deflected by some force.

Apparently they were targeting the man in the black trench coat.

"Hmph-"

Thinking about it, Grindelwald had come to the reef.

The Death Eaters looked at him in amazement, and some of them took a step back.

The rest of them are still tenacious in their will to fight. They all continued to cast the most powerful spell of their lives on the original Dark Lord.

But - with little effect.

All spells were deflected upwards and turned into fireworks in the night sky.

The light shone on the face of every dark wizard.

With each light, their faces became gloomy and fearful.

And what about Mr. Grindelwald?

He never said a word.

Like autumn leaves, it fell everywhere and broke into the obelisk lightly.

Silence is the greatest contempt.

Especially those who are despised are the Death Eaters who harm one side.

Which of them does not have blood on their hands, arrogant, cruel and crazy.

Grindelwald's attitude instantly made this group of guys furious.

But when they were ready to chase after them, casting even more powerful spells.

The wizard armies from the Federation are pouring in. Their appearance shattered the momentary tranquility caused by contempt, and also announced the official outbreak of this doomed war.

——————

On the other side, inside the obelisk, on the same island where the battle broke out.

Ron was barely holding on to the Iron Charm.

Most of the smoke and dust around them had cleared, and the only ones that remained could no longer block the view.

The two magic stone statues have also been damaged.

The only one left was also scarred.

It was covered in cracks, and it wouldn't be long before it collapsed.

On the island, the remaining Death Eaters and Cleaners are frantically attacking them.

Ron was the last line of defense against them.

On the altar, Koyatl collapsed in a pool of blood.

Her back—her black robe—was sliced open. A large patch of snow-white skin is exposed. And on top of that is an unhealable, bloody wound.

That's the damage inflicted by Bladeless.

The wound is cursed by magic, and any healing effect is ineffective, and only the reverse spell can heal the wound.

Cold –

The massive loss of blood leads to rapid hypothermia in the body.

That's the only thing Koyatl feels right now.

Blood watered the path.

It flows from both sides of the girl's body like a butterfly with wings spread.

Eventually, they converged into a stream, and down the steps of the altar into the three silver substances that were about to overflow into the cavity.

The dark clouds in the sky have not yet cleared, and that is the last one.

And her last magic.

In the next second, thousands of thunderbolts converged in one place, and silver lightning converged into a giant dragon head.

The dragon roared.

Open your mouth wide. The fangs are made entirely of lightning.

In one gulp, he swallowed the silver staff carved with the outer gods on the altar.

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