Chapter 440
: The Battle of Black and White
Chapter 440: The Battle of Black and White
The blazing flames transformed into a giant dragon, roaring and pouncing towards Dumbledore.
The phoenix Fawkes pounced at the dragon, and the two collided in the air, bursting into a dazzling light.
Dumbledore appeared in a silver-gray robe, his long silver hair flying in the wind, his blue eyes flashing coldly.
"Dumbledore!"
Grindelwald shouted loudly, with a mad flash in his eyes, and the tip of his wand trembling slightly. He seemed to have no idea what to say, and shouted again: "Dumbledore!"
At the same time, he swung his wand down, and a lightning-like spell shot towards Dumbledore, but the latter flicked his wand and deflected the spell.
The two of them said nothing and did not chant any spells, but simply waved their wands like whips, and the light of the spells intertwined and collided, as if each blow carried a destructive force.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, most of the spells that were deflected and misdirected flew towards the manor not far away. Amid a deafening roar, the newly sent support troops disappeared from the ground as soon as they appeared.
Not only that, large areas of buildings and concrete floors began to collapse, vehicles overturned, and weapon turrets were twisted and deformed, turning into sandbags that the two men threw at each other at will. The broken ground revealed the huge buildings below and the figures fleeing in panic.
At this time, both the Wu Cui Party and the organization's soldiers had stopped firing and were running away desperately.
Werewolves were running wildly, bats were flying in panic, and ordinary soldiers only wished they had two less legs. The wizards quickly teleported a thousand meters away and looked at the battlefield in awe.
"Dumbledore... Why is Dumbledore here?"
The witch party members looked at each other in panic. Even Delain was sweating profusely and breathing rapidly. His palms unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain.
"Dumbledore...he is alone..."
Delane's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, his chest heaving violently, but he still said: "We should go help Mr. Grindelwald!"
He took a few steps forward with difficulty, as if he was stuck with glue. Just as he was about to raise his wand, Moreau pounced on him and held him down.
"Are you crazy?" Moreau yelled, "Look over there! If you get close, you might be killed by the aftermath of the battle! Mr. Grindelwald doesn't care who you are now!"
The center of the battle was dusty and foggy, with flames dancing wildly in the storm. Tall stone pillars, stone giants or cages appeared on the flat ground from time to time, and it seemed that even the terrain had changed.
The figures of the two people were looming in it, and their eyes occasionally met, with a cold metallic light in their eyes, as if the people in front of them were the most hated enemies.
Anyone who saw this scene would have no doubt at all - as long as either side showed the slightest flaw, they would be completely killed by the other side!
Delane's pupils shrank, and veins popped out on his neck. He grabbed Moreau's arm tightly, looked at him viciously, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from between his teeth:
"Mr. Grindelwald...he is not in good health! He can't stay like this for much longer!"
Even in such a hurry, he did not forget to lower his voice, and only Moreau heard his words.
Moreau looked at him in astonishment, then his face turned as pale as paper. He turned his neck stiffly to look at the battlefield over there, and said with trembling lips:
"But... how can we help? If we all go up, we'll just die... and it's so chaotic, and the random spells might hurt Mr. Grindelwald by mistake..."
Delain seemed to be brought back to reality by his question. His eyelids blinked slowly, and the arm holding the wand fell down limply, shaking unconsciously.
He clearly realized that they had no choice but to wait and see... If Dumbledore didn't stop, Grindelwald would have little chance of survival...
Perhaps he shouldn't have tried so hard to get Grindelwald to leave Nurmengard. If not, he might have lived longer instead of burning out the rest of his life in such a short time.
Thinking back to what Grindelwald had said to him in the past few days, Delain suddenly realized that he seemed to be leaving his last words and even choosing his future successor.
When he escaped from prison, did he clearly foresee his own end?
Delain's face was ashen and blood was flowing out from between his fingers.
He hated himself for being so slow, and thought that his immaturity had disappointed Mr. Grindelwald. He thought that he would have to go a long way under the guidance of that man, but he didn't expect...
Suddenly, Delain remembered Grindelwald's praise and expectations for Vider Grey. He turned his head abruptly, but could not find that figure among the many black-robed wizards.
Although they both wore cloaks, Vid Grey, as an alchemist, had some special alchemical products hanging on his body. Delain was deeply impressed by this and would definitely not make a mistake.
He grabbed Moreau and asked hastily, "Where's that boy? Have you seen him?"
Moreau was stunned: "He is following you and Mr. Grindelwald..."
The two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the battlefield where spells were flying. The blood vessels in their temples were throbbing and they even felt dizzy.
"Could he...could he have been dragged in...and not been able to escape?" Moreau murmured.
Delain opened and closed his lips several times before holding on to the last glimmer of hope and asking, "Can he Apparate?"
Moreau asked desperately, "Thirteen years old...what do you think?"
Delain's vision suddenly went dark.
……
The huge explosion rumbled underground, penetrating the thick soil and steel and concrete, still carrying a dull and oppressive power.
The walls and ceiling were shaking slightly, dust was falling, and a piece of peeling wall fell on Dobby's head.
"It's a fierce fight up there." Dobby shook off the wall, patted his head, and said anxiously, "Did the Muggles bring out some terrible weapons?"
McGee bit his lip.
When Professor Abigail was giving a lecture on the development of Muggle weapons, these house-elves also secretly listened to the class. Thinking of those terrible missiles and even nuclear bombs, McGee couldn't help but reveal fear in his eyes.
But then, he showed a determined expression and said, "The most terrible weapons are right in front of us... No matter what, we must destroy them all! We must not let them hurt Mr. Gray!"
Hearing this, Dobby straightened his thin chest, clenched his fists and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
When they were hiding in the dark, they heard someone in the wizard group say Wade's name, and they heard Wade's voice with their own ears. The joy at that moment was self-evident.
But standing beside Wade, there were not only more than a hundred dark wizards, but also the most terrifying demon lord Grindelwald. No matter how worried the house-elves were, they did not dare to jump out and take Wade away.
Afterwards, they overheard the voices of people arguing and discussing in the underground building, and heard them say that there were weapons placed there that could make wizards unable to use magic and make them suffer excruciating pain.
Dobby and McGee certainly hoped that the dark wizards would be defeated, but Wade was among those wizards, and it was impossible for the Muggle weapons to skip Wade alone and attack only those other hateful dark wizards.
The two house-elves struggled hard in their hearts for a moment, but finally ran underground together to destroy the machine first.
"Even if we lose track of Mr. Grey this time, we will still have a chance to find him again in the future. But if he loses his magic and is caught by Muggles, then it will be all over!"
McGee used this sentence to convince himself and Dobby, and the two elves endured the grievances and temporarily acted as helpers of the Witch Party.
……
While the battle was in full swing, there was another team flying over Sweden. The broom flew very fast, with the magic cube doll in front to block the wind; then there was Mabel in a cloak, holding a map in her hand; and finally there was Peter II, with Michael standing on top of it, burning two holes in its cloak, but Peter II didn't care.
After receiving the message from Marchionne, the puppet team actually wanted to find Adler at first, but after calculating the distance, everyone fell silent.
Neither the puppets nor Mabel could Apparate, nor did they have the proper portkeys, so their movement speed was entirely based on the speed of their brooms.
It took nearly a day to fly from the UK, and it would take about two days to fly from here to Adler's manor.
If they were not lucky enough, the battle might have been over by the time they arrived, leaving only ruins like the previous ones, and it would take another two days to return.
"No!" The Magic Cube Puppet made the decision: "The Witch Party can run around, but their lair cannot run away!"
So the man and the few puppets did not leave the land and continued searching everywhere, and more and more castles were crossed out on the map.
"We have searched this area, we can move to another place next."
Mabel drew a cross on the map and was about to decide which direction to go next when she heard the Rubik's Cube puppet say:
"Huh? Are those people down there a little weird?"
Peter Two glanced down, frowned, and said, "Indeed."
There was a convoy on the road below, with more than a dozen large trucks, all parked on the side of the road.
People in this country generally don't start working so early. If there is an emergency and they have to start traveling in the early morning, it would not be normal to stop on the roadside to rest now.
There were also black-clad soldiers on guard beside the cars, and on the front of each car there was a radar-like machine slowly rotating.
"What's strange? What's strange?" The cloak, which couldn't sense that far, lifted up and shouted, "Tell me about it."
"Wait, you'll know when I descend!" said the broom, lowering its head and diving down.
"Wait!" The Rubik's Cube Golem stopped it: "The instrument below makes me feel a little dangerous, don't get too close."
"It's... those people!" Mabel's eyes blurred slightly, and she said in a trembling voice, "I recognize their clothes!"
The cube puppet's eyes turned back 180 degrees and saw that Mabel's body was shaking and even began to emit dangerous black mist.
"Calm down, Mabel," it said. "Our goal is to rescue our master. You need to control your emotions, otherwise you will become an indiscriminate attacker."
"I...I understand." Mabel took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, "They must have a purpose for appearing here. I'll go find out."
She slid down and fell off the broom, and the cloak wrapped around her rustled and flapped like a pair of wings.
In mid-air, the girl's figure turned into a ball of black mist. In the darkness before dawn, it fell to the ground like a waterfall and soon gathered into a human shape.
Her pupils turned white, and her eyes flashed dangerously. But then the cloak fell on her shoulders and pulled up its hood.
"Be careful." Cloak whispered like a thief, "I've made us invisible, so approach slowly. Or go ask that Cube guy for a bottle of water of life and death, so that you can be more confident when you take action."
It sounded like it was more actively seeking revenge than Maybelle was.
Mabel grabbed the edge of her cloak and couldn't help laughing. She finally calmed down and ran over lightly.
A young man was holding something that looked like a briefcase and fiddling with the knobs on it. Green lines and numbers appeared on the palm-sized screen.
"No doubt about it." The young man said to the person next to him, "The magnetic field value is abnormal, which is consistent with the result after the magic interference."
Another man with high cheekbones nodded slightly and said, "Satellite monitoring has also detected that people often suddenly disappear nearby. It seems that the lair ahead is that of those people."
"But..." the shorter and fatter bald man next to him said, "Isn't that place just the ruins of a Viking-era castle? I heard that there are only a few walls and weeds left, and even the local villagers' children are unwilling to play there."
"That's why it's more likely to be a wizard's place," said the man with high cheekbones. "Those secretive guys always hide their homes."
The young man nodded silently in agreement.
Gao Zhigu walked towards the vehicle and said, "Get ready. Once the order is given, we will attack immediately!"
Mabel blinked, turned around and ran quickly towards the Rubik's Cube puppets.
The young man suddenly let out a soft "eh".
"What's wrong?" asked the bald man.
"The value just fluctuated. Maybe some magical creature passed by us."
The young man said this, turning his head and looking around.
The cloak provided good protection, so he saw nothing, and the same went for the bald man.
The bald man asked, "What is it?"
"I don't know...it could be a ghost, or some creature that can become invisible."
The young man guessed, and said with longing: "I really want to know what the world looks like in the eyes of a wizard."
"No matter what, the artillery fire will make them surrender." The bald man said indifferently.
"What if you can't?" the young man asked.
"That means the firepower is not strong enough!" the bald man said firmly, and knocked his fist hard.
……
"Cough cough!"
Grindelwald suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. The spell that was originally intended to hit Dumbledore was greatly deflected, blowing up a large tree in the distance.
Dumbledore did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Instead, his wand was pointed directly at Grindelwald, but the light at the tip of the wand slowly went out.
"What are you hesitating about, Dumbledore?" Grindelwald raised his eyes and laughed sarcastically, "Are you afraid to kill me? Or is it that the greatest wizard in history can't use the Killing Curse?"
(End of this chapter)