"It's really impressive." Voldemort scoffed.

"But—you can die."

His face instantly turned cold, and he raised his wand, and a rushing light shot out.

"Avada Suo—"

The Grim Reaper's scythe was raised high, and the invisible blade had been chosen for the two wizards.

And at the moment when he swung his knife.

An intense white light lit up.

Then a voice full of anger rang out.

"Sanchez Force Field."

Petal-like magic comes out of nowhere.

Death was instantly deflected in a direction and sailed elsewhere.

"Who!" Voldemort roared.

Staring viciously at the gravel in the distance.

"Boom !!"

Stones, as if they were being lifted, headed towards Voldemort like meteors.

In a fit of rage, he turned his wand into a sword, slashing through stones that didn't hurt him at all.

"It's you!"

Finally he saw the person coming.

The man standing on a rock, with his left hand around the neck of some hapless Death Eater, dressed in a black trench coat and with a sinister look, was looking at him.

"That's how you kill, Tom!" Grindelwald said proudly.

Then put a slight pressure on your left hand.

Just listen to the 'click'.

He actually snapped the neck of the hapless Death Eater.

Then, like the corpse of a dead dog, Grindelwald was thrown aside.

Just - the obelisk suddenly collapsed, burying him in the rubble, which delayed some time, but finally caught up.

"Hmph—" Voldemort's face trembled, a sign of rage to the extreme.

The next second he waved his wand.

A fierce fire was born out of thin air.

Just in an instant, it enveloped the entire island.

Sunday's cold sea breeze has a mild temperature at this moment.

With the power of the outer gods, he became even more powerful.

The fiery spell he cast was like a splash of hot gold water, terrifying—and insane.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, also used fire as a counterpart.

The blue-and-white fire dragon flew close to the ground, enveloping him and the two little wizards whose bodies were gradually getting cold.

Protect yourself together.

Compared to the Undulating Ground Demon's fire, Grindelwald's fire shield is much weaker in terms of range and power.

Plus the golden sword rain that fell from the sky.

With just one face, he fell into disadvantage.

Voldemort unleashed another deadly spell as he unleashed his serpentine fire.

But the spell missed.

Hit a stone on the side.

Grindelwald waved his wand lightly.

Immediately after that, there was a trace of something that had been dissolved by both the fire and his fire - because in that moment, the flame was gone.

Voldemort immediately conjured a silver shield from the thin air.

However, the spell did not fully apply to the shield, and after a low, gong-like sound sounded, some of the spell attacked his body.

Voldemort's axe-like cheek was cut off.

A very humble corner.

It only took two or three breaths and the wound healed.

But Voldemort felt a shame like never before.

"Is this your magic? Do you want to kill me with this? Voldemort shouted frantically, his hideous face did not match the golden glow of his body, and at this moment he looked like some kind of beast or evil god.

"Kill you?" Grindelwald smiled haughtily.

"You think too much of yourself."

"You're a kind of thing, and the opponent is just this group of little wizards around me."

He walked leisurely and elegantly, and the silhouette of his body outlined a different style.

"Haha-" Voldemort let out a horrible laugh.

Then he raised his wand.

The magic ring above the heavens descended at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At a tipping point, it stopped.

Then the golden light shone brightly.

At some point, a small ring appeared under Grindelwald's feet.

He immediately evaded it.

But the ring seemed to be glued to him, and no matter how much he dodged, he couldn't escape.

In the face of such an attack, the brilliant force field flowers bloomed again, and deflection was the most effective defense.

This magic is originally a magic ring magic used to deal with the outer gods.

Many years ago, when he was alone with the nature of some of the gods in other obelisks, he was tricked, and later, when he was inadvertently hunting with his young Owen, he accidentally talked about developing a spell that would completely protect against all magic, and the boy listened to it.

Within a few days he had a great idea.

It took Grindelwald a long time to invent the current force field magic from the Infinite Stretch and Phantom Shifting Charms.

And this magic has indeed fulfilled his vision of defending against all spells.

The sword of the Brilliant Heaven was indeed deflected, and there was not a trace of wave on Grindelwald's face.

This is meant to be used to restrain it, and it is very reasonable to have such an effect.

However, the magic required to deflect the gods is huge, and if he can't hold on to this process, the infinite space will immediately collapse, and he will also be swallowed by the chaotic space, in which case the wizard will be torn to pieces in an instant.

Not everyone is Owen, he can use this spell with impunity with the blessing of ancient magic, but no one else can.

But for now.

Voldemort seems to have expected it.

The next magic sword rain is already on its way.

With no way to avoid it, Grindelwald could only swing his staff again, and the blue petals appeared for the third time.

——————

A world of pure white.

Ron lay face down, listening to the silence.

He's all alone. No one was looking at him, there was no one else around.

He wasn't even convinced he existed.

It took a long time—maybe not time at all—that time when he was just aware of his presence, as if his mind had withdrawn from his body, and was just thinking.

He could perceive his surroundings, but he could not see himself.

He tried to move his body. It was easy, and soon he felt the shift in perspective.

It's as if you exist in some mist.

But it's not the same as the fog of reality.

It's not that the surrounding scenery is shrouded in fog, it's that the surrounding scenery seems to be made up of fog, but it hasn't formed a concrete scenery yet.

The ground on which he lay seemed to be white, neither cold nor hot, but a presence, a flat, empty thing.

Suddenly—it seemed like the wind was blowing.

Some of the smoke was blown away.

They outline the outline.

Ron suddenly felt the scenery in front of him become familiar.

Probably to test his will, the surrounding scenery immediately became clearer.

He saw rolling hills and fertile meadows that were all over the hills.

He saw a dilapidated, crooked house that seemed to fall down at any moment.

He saw four or five chimneys on top of the house.

He saw a large overgrown garden behind the house, and in it a large green pond with many frogs.

"Where is this?"

Ron spun around sharply, and a young woman appeared behind him.

She had long, fiery red hair, freckles on her face, and wore a sky blue dress with a distinctly rococo style in the middle ages.

"This is my home." Ron said naturally.

I don't know why, the witch in front of me, who looks a little similar to Ginny, at the first sight of her, I have an infinite warm feeling in my heart, like a mother, or an elder.

"Your home?" The witch took Ron's arm, "Show me." ”

They walked down the winding hills, past Mr. Arthur's parking shed, and pushed open the oak door.

"Jingle Bell"

The bell rings.

This was deliberately put in front of the door by Mrs. Weasley, so that she would always know if George and Fred had sneaked out.

The living room greets you.

It was a comfortable room that you could tell when you looked at it.

There is a sofa and a few chairs. There is also a large fireplace, a large wooden radio and a special clock in the living room.

Ron stared curiously at the clock, and he realized that everyone's hands were located in "home".

Next to the living room is the kitchen, with a huge window facing the hills in the distance.

Everything is so green.

There is also a wall clock with only one hand, and the words "make tea", "feed the chickens", "you're going to be late" are written on the face of the clock.

The front door of the kitchen leads to the front yard and the back door leads to the garden, which is the 'social hub' of the Weasleys.

The witch walked to the living room, and she stared at the clock that showed the house for a long time, "I didn't expect you to keep this." ”

She said.

Then he walked to the kitchen and leaned against the huge windowsill.

He looked at Ron with a smile in his eyes.

Ron moved a chair and sat halfway between the living room and the kitchen.

"Are you—Miss Shannie Maeve Weasley?" He wasn't stupid, he racked his brains for a moment, thinking that the Weasleys who could be here seemed to be the only one who could be the legendary wizarding hero.

Others don't have that strength.

"yes." Xia Ni said lightly.

"So. Am I dead? ”

"Heh-" the smile on Shanny's face became more pronounced, "That's a problem, but I think- you haven't. ”

The two looked at each other, and his grandmother was still smiling.

"No?" Ron expressed surprise, he had shed so much blood that he couldn't be alive.

"Nope." Xia Ni said with certainty.

"But." Ron tried to defend something, and instinctively reached for his belly.

But it was as smooth as ever, even a little raised, and the hollow was gone.

And just when he was wondering.

The doorbell of the Burrow rang again.

"I've been to this place for the second time."

Koyatl looked around, looking away from the objects that were full of life.

"Death has become a luxury for me."

"Oh—you can't think so, kid." Shane walked over, and Lalang pulled the girl to Ron's side.

Then his eyes kept looking at the two of them.

"It's a wonderful fate." She said.

"So- what the hell is going on?" The appearance of Koyatl further deepened Ron's confusion.

He didn't realize at all the deep meaning of his ancestor, grandmother at this moment.

"Well—the little wizards are all acute now." Xia Ni said gently, "Where to start?" ”

"Oh—that Divine Tower in Brazil."

Her emerald eyes brought memories of the past, and she took the two young wizards back in time.

"The Divinely Bestowed Tower—of course you call it an obelisk now, but it actually means the same thing."

"Once upon a time, that tower belonged to a witch named Quezal Koyatel."

"Quezal Koyatel?" Ron was stunned, "Isn't that the name of Quetzalcoatl?" ”

"Oh-I'm glad you know Quetzalcoatl." "It's just a pretty complicated story, and I don't know all about it myself, so I wonder if you'd like to hear it?" ”

"Tell me more." Ron and Koyatl said in unison.

"Okay." Xia Ni raised the corners of her mouth and continued, "In ancient times, wizards who mastered ancient magic would be considered gods, of course, wizards at that time would not be called so, but after later wizards could no longer reach that height, Wangyang sighed and called those wizards gods.

No one knows how the ancient magic came about, it may be as old as the world itself, and later there was another theory that the magic came from a star amber. When it falls to the ground, nearby creatures become magical. ”

Ron and Koyatl nodded, their thoughts drifting away. Follow Xia Ni's melodious tone back to that ancient era.

"A long time has passed, about five or six thousand years ago, a wizard who has mastered ancient magic has become the most powerful wizard in the world, and at some point, he wants to take the ancient magic of other wizards and gather them together.

Then comes the battle of the gods as you know it. ”

"I don't know what happened in between, but judging from the results, the outer gods were expelled from our world, and the gods themselves were killed and wounded."

"However, the outer god has not stopped, and he is still trying to resurrect in this world through spiritual invasion."

"The Divine Grant Tower is a place where part of the essence of the outer gods is imprisoned, you can probably understand what it means."

"Later, the people defeated him, and the Quetzalcoatl God defeated him and imprisoned some of the essence of the outer gods?" Koyatl replied immediately.

"No—the Outer Gods are unimaginably powerful." Xia Ni shook her head, "It's a joint captivity, just like one person dragging the other in place." ”

“.” Koyatl couldn't believe that just a part of the power of the outer gods could be so powerful?

"The struggle between them is never-ending, some are still pulling, some are failing, some are still alive, like the one you are in."

"Then I'm not alive as I was before," Koatl asked.

Shani smiled and responded, "You're peculiar.

This may have something to do with your birth, but the specific reason is for you to find out for yourself, but what I can see is that after the erosion of the outer gods has been removed from your body, the magic belonging to Quetzalcoatl is repairing your soul and body.

It took a lot of magic and may be one of the reasons why you are failing now. ”

"Quetzalcoatl saved me?" Koyatl said as he stared at Shani.

"Obviously."

(End of chapter)