Chapter 520
: The Approval of the Wu Cui Party
Chapter 520: The Approval of the Wu Cui Party
"Do you think I lost to Dumbledore on purpose?" Grindelwald asked unhappily. "What are you doubting?"
"I'm not doubting the authenticity of the duel back then." Vader said calmly, "I'm just curious, can a spell like the [Flame God] be resisted?"
Grindelwald looked into those calm grey eyes and realized that he had overreacted a bit, his anger instantly disappearing.
Mainly because ever since his comeback, some people who wanted to curry favor with Grindelwald have always tried to whitewash his failure and turn the duel that year into a conspiracy.
In their mouths, it seemed as if Dumbledore had used some despicable means before the duel to secretly harm the upright and noble Grindelwald.
There were also some guys who vaguely knew about the past of the two and described the duel as particularly vulgar - of course, they thought it was romantic - as if the two had just said hello, and Grindelwald had conjured a white handkerchief on the tip of his wand and admitted defeat.
In this version of the story, Grindelwald is an incurable romantic who willingly deifies Dumbledore and walks into a dark prison on his own initiative.
In Grindelwald's view, these two statements not only humiliated Dumbledore, but also seriously humiliated himself -
It seems that in the eyes of some people, Grindelwald is a fool, a idiot, a love-sick man, a lunatic who can abandon his ideals and beliefs for one person and betray himself and his followers.
Grindelwald was so angry that he threw countless Cruciatus Curses at him, and finally no one dared to question him. So when he heard Wade's question, he suddenly became furious.
Finding that there was only pure exploration and caution of magic in Vader's eyes, Grindelwald controlled his temper and explained: "I didn't spend the fifty years in prison sleeping all day doing nothing."
Vader asked in surprise: "Is [Flame God] a spell you created yourself?"
The admiration in the boy's eyes made the old man feel particularly satisfied. His eyebrows raised unconsciously and his wrinkles were relaxed a little.
He coughed and said, "I also borrowed some ancient spells, and creating new spells is the basic ability of an excellent wizard... This is nothing."
"If you want to learn from me, then you need to take the time to learn a few ancient wizard languages, as well as the languages of various magical creatures..."
Before he could finish his words, they both heard a sharp and crisp sound of glass breaking.
Wade suddenly turned his head and saw that an area of the barrier was broken. Then, the entire barrier crackled and turned into tiny points of light that melted into the darkness.
There were more than a dozen giant trees before, but now only three or five were left due to the fierce fire, and most of the branches and leaves were burned clean, so Grindelwald and Wade were not nervous about it.
Even Michal retracted his raging Fiendfyre to prevent the wizards who faced the giant tree from being ignited.
Then, several witch party members were knocked away by the branches. They screamed miserably and flew far away in parabolas.
Several other wizards chased after him, shouting and throwing levitation spells in the hope of catching the person.
The sly complacency and smile on Grindelwald's face disappeared. He had a dark face and was furious for who knows how many times he was pissed off by the new generation of Witches.
When they were standing there casting spells, it seemed normal, but when faced with an unexpected attack, those young people immediately started to act stupidly.
Fortunately, not everyone would disappoint their leader. Many people immediately avoided the first wave of attacks from the giant tree, pointed their wands at the other side, and recited the spells they had prepared long ago.
The charred spruce sank into a deep swamp, and no matter how it twisted and struggled, its heavy roots kept sinking;
The sturdy beech trees were swinging their branches and trunks wildly, but they were having difficulty moving as if their hands and feet were tied. The light of the spell fell on them, and the tree trunks kept exploding. There was also an unlucky oak tree, which was burned to only half of its trunk. It was hung upside down by a dozen wizards, and no matter how its roots danced, it could not move and could only be swallowed by the fire spell.
Of course, there are also failed spells. Some genius cast a dancing spell on the yew tree, and the power of the spell is quite impressive.
So the originally clumsy tree jumped wildly, knocking the surrounding wizards away one after another, and the others had to spend several times the effort to subdue it.
But no matter what, the area around the camp finally became quiet.
The wounded were treated and their companions who were knocked away were found. The huge tree roots were still burning in the flames and it was estimated that it would take several hours to burn out.
In the increasingly dark night, the firelight kept dancing and sparks flew around like fireflies. When the surroundings suddenly became quiet, Wade found that people were watching him silently.
Grindelwald gently pushed his shoulder and made him take two steps forward.
Then some of the wizards came toward him, removing their large hoods as they approached.
"I'm Castor Bank." The thin, pale man smiled. "It's a pleasure to be your companion, Braun."
"Hello." Wade shook hands with him. The man's palms were unusually cold.
"Octa Notte." The young brown-haired witch with high cheekbones and a burn scar on the corner of her mouth waved the mother mirror in her hand and said with a smile: "I recorded everything. Can you broadcast it?"
"can."
"Oh." The witch tilted her head and smiled, "It seems that this is not your true face... But it doesn't matter, I recognize your power."
"Ignore her. She always wants to pry into other people's privacy." A gloomy wizard stretched out his hand and said, "My name is von Rosen."
Wade also shook his hand, his eyes sweeping over the wound on the man's arm that was still bleeding.
"Seraphina Lamb." This was a serious-looking witch with a sleek bun that reminded Weed of Professor McGonagall. She said, "I'm sorry you had to see some of these guys behave badly."
"Albaric Niall." The burly gray-bearded man said hoarsely, "I think you have figured out that I am a werewolf."
Not everyone came over to shake "Braun's" hand, but the most prominent ones did.
The burning resin crackled, and the firelight illuminated the silent faces. Grindelwald looked into the distance, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.
……
Inside the gymnasium, Barty Crouch Jr. was waiting in the aisle behind a box and couldn't help but look down at the time again.
Logically speaking, the animated giant trees should have rushed in and wreaked havoc long ago, so why hasn't the stadium become chaotic yet?
(End of this chapter)