Over French territory.
Maybe it was the fighting below that caused the airflow to rise, or maybe God couldn't bear the loss of fresh life like this.
It would be an exaggeration to say that it is raining everywhere, but it is normal for every place to be covered by thick white clouds.
A full moon spread across the sky.
The bright sea of clouds rises and falls under the pull of the moonlight, appearing calm and quiet.
But at this moment, two uninvited guests broke the sparkling scene.
Bo--bo--
It was like Dazhong spit out two small pieces, and there were two vaguely strange sounds.
This was exactly the result of Grindelwald and Xifa passing through the clouds one after another.
Above the clouds, there is a biting cold wind in the sky.
What's more, Xifa and Grindelwald maximized the performance of the broomstick at this time.
Behind the two of them, there was actually a long white wake.
If the two of them were just chasing each other at speed, it would be too boring...
Under the pressure of the cold wind, the skin on Grindelwald's face was not only pale but also constantly wavy, looking pitiful and funny.
It's not that Grindelwald didn't apply magic to himself to protect his exposed body.
In order to resist Xifa's harassment and use his magic power as much as possible on the road, he just wrapped his eyes with a thin layer of iron armor spell.
"Rapid Transformation"
Xifa is about to catch up with him again.
Realizing this, Grindelwald expressionlessly stretched out his hand and pointed hard at the white clouds below with his wand.
The gaseous water vapor quickly transformed into long swords under the influence of magic.
Both of them were flying at high speed, and Grindelwald no longer had to exert any effort to shoot the sword at Xifer.
Along the way, Xifa didn't know how many times Grindelwald had hindered him.
He skillfully controlled the broomstick and swung it left and right in the air, looking for gaps in the rain of swords. When he couldn't dodge it, he used the counter-spell of transformation or powerful attack magic to break the sword group into pieces.
Why the two of them came to high altitude must start with Western France's clumsy tactics.
Grindelwald wants to fight Merlin's suppression of him, and his mind is also rushing back to Nurmengard. In addition, Western France insists on the mentality of retreating when the enemy advances, and pursuing when the enemy retreats.
At first Grindelwald was flying on the surface, but Xifa would sometimes go around in front of or to the side of Grindelwald and cast a powerful ice spell on him.
In other words, Western France will always use terrain to deal with itself.
After several harassments, Grindelwald was greatly annoyed, but he was in a hurry and had no choice but to do anything.
Simply choose to have a high-altitude confrontation. Although the conditions are more difficult, it saves you worry and trouble.
At least, Xifa can only harass him from behind, he will never go around to the front to force him to stop in his line of sight.
Xifa's harassment made Grindelwald spend several hours riding a broomstick to catch up. Otherwise, he would turn around and disapparate without saying anything and go home directly. It would only take a few minutes for him to come several times.
By the time Grindelwald arrived at Nurmengard, the eastern sky began to light up slightly.
Grindelwald came to the sky above his castle, and his pair of heterochromatic pupils shrank slightly.
All traces of magic around the castle are imprinted on his eyes.
Those colorful traces are spliced together in an orderly manner.
It seemed that the protective magic he had deployed was intact and no outsiders had come.
This made Grindelwald's tense heartstrings relax a little.
He let out a breath and waved his wand to straighten out his messy appearance.
Then he turned around and faced Xifa with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Is Grindelwald bluffing or is he really confident?
High in the sky, Sifa, who was chasing Grindelwald to Nurmengard, suddenly stranded in place.
This situation made Xifa understand why the empty city strategy often succeeds in various situations.
You can come and attack me without any hesitation. If I'm bluffing, congratulations on your victory.
If I am confident...then your advantage may turn into a disadvantage in the future.
Should you choose something risky or something prudent? If the choice is completely in your own hands...
At this time, Western France chose the latter.
Because, it was with the help of Merlin that he became qualified to compete with Grindelwald.
Even if he chooses to take the risk, whether the power will take effect depends on Merlin's face.
After weighing the two, Xifa also took care of his messy appearance, then crossed his arms on his chest and looked down at what Grindelwald had done.
He's a cautious guy...
Grindelwald waited for a while, and when he saw that Xifer was unmoved and showed no intention of coming down from the air, he sighed slightly in his heart.
After that, he stopped paying attention to Xifa suspended in the air.
He turned around and walked briskly toward the door leading to the interior of the castle.
The door leading to the castle is a large, heavy iron door, and what securely locks the iron door is a steel chain at the wrist.
The steel chain winds around and around, eventually forming a knot in the gate.
Grindelwald raised his hand with ease and pressed the tip of the Elder Wand against the knot.
With a thought in his heart, his own magical fluctuations and magical aura were released through the tip of the Elder Wand.
The magic circle on the door was identified and confirmed to be the return of his master.
There was a series of smooth sliding sounds of chains, and the iron door slowly opened.
As the door opened, the light of stars, moonlight and morning glow illuminated the dark shadow behind the door.
That familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him.
"Albus!"
Grindelwald, who looked at ease and leisurely, suddenly exclaimed.
The person in front of him made him feel violent shock and impact deep in his heart.
In front of the door, the margins of Grindelwald's pupils kept wandering back and forth between contraction and expansion, and the color of his iris also switched back and forth between heterochromia and brown-black. The fingertips of his fingers holding the wand trembled slightly, and an expression appeared on his face.
He looked like he was struggling.
Albus Dumbledore also looked at Grindelwald's constant struggle with kind and gentle eyes, hoping to use his eyes to give Grindelwald the courage and strength to overcome the pain.
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Dumbledore looked calm on the surface, but judging from his right hand tightly clenched into a fist behind his back, his heart was by no means as carefree as he appeared on the surface.
With Dumbledore's ardent expectations and enthusiastic encouragement, Grindelwald's pupils successfully returned to heterochromatic color.
The scene seemed to have pressed the time stop button.
Dumbledore's mouth opened slightly, and he stared at Grindelwald in a daze.
The dark night is accompanied by the morning light, the ancient castle is coupled with the breeze, and under the stars, the two people look at each other speechlessly, which is a beautiful scene.
It's just a pity that the two people in the painting are two and a half old men...
Suddenly, Grindelwald's evil smile broke this non-static scene.
"Dumbledore, did you plan all this?"
Upon hearing this title, the look in Dumbledore's eyes began to dim.
"Cut off the magic supply of the magic circle in the Forbidden Demon Realm here. Let the resistance army retreat from the sea to retain its strength?"
When Grindelwald saw Dumbledore standing behind the door, he knew that the magic circle below had failed.
That is, Dumbledore signed a blood oath with him, and the two could be regarded as one person to a certain extent, which allowed Dumbledore to easily enter the castle.
However, even if the magic circle under the castle is destroyed, the remaining forbidden magic realm on the sea will not disappear in a short time.
This period of time was enough for his own men to destroy the main force of the coalition forces.
"Albus...Dumbledore." Grindelwald turned his back to Dumbledore and walked step by step towards the center of the high platform.
Arriving at the center, he turned around and Grindelwald faced Dumbledore again.
"Your goal has been achieved. This time I failed. Please leave and see how many betrayers and No-Majs you can save!"
Dumbledore was silent for a while, then he slowly walked towards the center of the rooftop step by step. Naturally, he was only one step away from Grindelwald.
"When Xifa came here, it was beyond my expectation. This was not in my plan."
Dumbledore seemed to have strengthened his belief. His sky-blue eyes were slightly glowing, and he looked into Grindelwald's heterochromatic pupils and spoke firmly.
"Oh? Well, Dumbledore, I promise you, Xifa can go back to see you alive, but I will destroy the Horcrux on him!"
Grindelwald knew that Dumbledore would not lie to him. He would rather remain silent than tell a lie to himself.
However, he seemed to have misunderstood what Dumbledore meant.
"Gellert, today, for the greater good, I will let you wake up for a moment even if I sacrifice those unfortunate warriors!"
Dumbledore's eyes showed an unbearable look, he closed his eyes slightly and said softly.
"Dumbledore, I am very clear-headed. On the contrary, you still don't believe that I am right? Back then you openly betrayed me for the greater good!"
Hearing Dumbledore opening and closing his mouth about the greater interests, Grindelwald immediately couldn't hold back any longer. He had a ferocious expression on his face and asked questions in a low voice.
Dumbledore sighed softly and opened his eyes. He did not answer verbally, but silently raised his right hand, exposing his wrist.
That was... a blood oath, and it didn't respond...
Is this a fake blood oath, or is Dumbledore really a like-minded person?
Grindelwald's expression is a little complicated...
"It seems that you believe what the old immortal said."
Dumbledore nodded imperceptibly in reply.
"In that case, why do you think you can save the real Grindelwald?"
As the words fell, invisible magic force fields were connected.
This is...a showdown!
Dumbledore's eyes were slightly dazed, but Grindelwald did not seize this momentary flaw to attack Dumbledore.
Because Xifa, who was in the sky, had slowly landed on the side wall of the platform with the help of Merlin.
PS: I’m busy at work, so the update will be more casual. If I change it later, we’ll discuss it during the holidays. That’s it.
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