Without any warning, Grindelwald's branch wand did not even wave. With him as the center, dark blue flames ignited around the circular square.
If he dares to cause trouble for Grindelwald, the escort team will naturally be fully prepared.
Blue flames rose up, and the surrounding wizards all raised their wands. Light silver magic spells spewed out from the tips of the wands and then entangled together. A silver magic barrier quickly formed around dozens of people.
No, to be precise, this silver translucent barrier became a hemispherical cover, trapping Grindelwald and the burning demonic flames together.
It not only protects itself from being eroded by the magic flames, but also traps Grindelwald at the center.
A joint magic spell... Sean's pupils shrank slightly.
Most of the magic spells cannot be fused. When two "Expelliarmus" spells are intertwined, they will explode. Even if there is no explosion, the power of the spell will not be increased.
Defense spells like "Ultimate Armor Protection" can be released jointly, but this release method can only increase the defense range of the spells, and the improvement in overall defense capabilities is minimal.
The pale silver barrier in front of him truly blocked Grindelwald's demonic flames.
Obviously, one person's power cannot do it, and the power of the curse is truly superimposed.
The joint magic spell that Sean knew before was only a summoning spell. The effect of joint superposition is that the number of summoned creatures will increase. Obviously, it is not of great practical significance.
Grindelwald once told him that there are almost no joint spells that are truly used for offense or defense, at least he has not seen them. Grindelwald did not say 100%. He told Sean that maybe in the long history of magic,
This kind of curse exists, but for unknown reasons it was not inherited.
Now, both people have seen it.
Sean couldn't help but sweat.
Within the pale silver barrier, dark blue flames were violent and impacting crazily. However, the barrier seemed fragile, but it did not shake at all under the huge impact of the flames.
Marshall, the leader, breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not relax her vigilance. The magic power was outputted into the barrier through the wand for free.
Sean looked around. The people who cast this spell were all wizards he didn't know, and the ones Grindelwald named just now were all inside. James and Sirius beside him were looking at this with serious expressions.
everything.
They should all be core members of the escort team...
Within the barrier, the blue flames raged for a while and found that they could not break the cover. The flames jumped a few times and then calmed down like intelligent creatures.
Only then did everyone see Grindelwald trapped in the center of the fire.
His face was calm, and he even paced around the circle with interest.
Dark blue flames licked Grindelwald's calm face, and he stretched out his branch wand to poke the light silver barrier.
"Stab!" As if it had touched a power grid, the dazzling light suddenly lit up and then went out. Grindelwald said with great interest: "It seems that he is really well prepared. He has brought out all these good things.
...The three-in-one effect of defense, restraint, and weakening is really a good spell.”
He looked at the descendant of the Prosus family and said with a smile: "It seems that your family still hid all the good things when I visited last time."
The man said nothing, but silently grasped the wand tighter.
Marshall shouted loudly: "Grindelwald, I don't need to explain many things to you. You know it better than everyone here - surrender!"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He ignored Marshall and stood at the edge of the pale silver barrier. He pressed one hand on the barrier, and the explosion and "stab" sound flashed by.
"Let me make sure again, he really didn't say anything to you?" Grindelwald's hand was firmly pressed on the barrier, and he looked at Newt leisurely.
It's obvious that he is the one in trouble, but Grindelwald always gives people a sense of oppression that surrounds everyone alone.
Newt was naturally not a member of the United Curse. He was still carrying his suitcase, his expression unchanged: "No comment."
"Tsk—tsk—" Grindelwald shook his head in disappointment, "It's so heartless..."
As he spoke, he stretched out another finger and crossed the barrier.
Sparks flew everywhere, but he was not affected in any way. He seemed to be caressing his lover's face seriously.
"By the way, Scamander..." Grindelwald stopped and showed an inexplicable smile.
"Then has he written a condolence message for you in advance?"
As soon as the syllable fell to the ground, the entire ground of Père Lachaise Cemetery shook violently!
In the frightened eyes of the guards, from behind them and above their heads, raging blue flames appeared out of nowhere. They drilled out of every crack and enveloped everyone in them!
Under the night sky, the dilapidated cemetery that originally only gave off a faint light was suddenly set on fire!
In Paris, in a dance training school located in the east of the city, the lights are still on in the public practice room.
In the room, a huge and heavy record player played the beginning of the fifth movement of Mahler's Seventh Symphony.
"This competition is very important. It was not my intention to practice extra night, but it is necessary. Okay, girls, don't let me down."
The girls danced to the rhythm of the timpani.
The heavy timpani was followed by a low-pitched ensemble of various musical instruments, and then the French horns and trumpets played the majestic rondo theme in a march style. Amidst the majestic and atmospheric music, the girls danced more and more wantonly.
The symphony echoed, the rhythm became noisy and turbulent, and the coach watching on the side kept beating the beat.
"Very well, go on, expression, let me see your expression! Always remember the meaning of this song!"
"It's a collage of colors, a gathering of energy, a moment of celebration, the 'return of day'."
"Camille! What are you doing! This is the climax of the dance, why did you stop!" The coach suddenly screamed, and she pointed at a girl. The girls' dance steps stopped, and the music was still echoing.
The little girl in dance clothes was shocked and pointed at the corner of the window covered by curtains with trembling fingers.
They walked over and their eyes widened.
That's Père Lachaise Cemetery.
In the sky above it, a huge dark blue flame dragon and a phoenix were hovering wantonly and gracefully.
In Paris, ordinary people stuck out their heads in horror. They saw the blue fire rising into the sky in the east of the city. The city was trembling with her people.
Inside the cemetery, dark blue flames have surrounded everyone, and the hot fire waves enveloped every corner.
In the center, Grindelwald closed his eyes in enjoyment, raised his hands high, and the wand danced in his palms.
The magic flame beat with Grindelwald's heart. He seemed to be the most outstanding conductor in the world. The beating flames were his notes, and the people's horrified shouts were his accompaniment.
"Oh - oh -" he sighed with enjoyment, "what a wonderful night -"
The wizards' joint escort team wanted to release the magic spell, but they were horrified to find that the joint magic spell did not work. Dark blue flames were everywhere. They were forced to retreat, but there was also a terrifying wave of flames behind them.
Finally, someone could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He was a young wizard with a childish look on his face. He seemed to have just graduated.
"No-" He made a low sound of panic, then raised his head and waved his wand.
He wants to escape from here.
"No!" Marshall shouted.
But it was too late, his apparation spell did not take effect. In the short few seconds when he lost his defense, the dark blue flame embraced him like a greedy demon.
The young body dissipated like dust, and he could not even make his last voice.
The ashes floated in the flames, and finally turned into a trace of black smoke and blended into the brilliant Paris night.
"Oh, tut, tut, tut -" Grindelwald sighed regretfully, "Young friends are always like this, they can't keep calm."
Someone tried to attack Grindelwald with a spell, but his spell only flew halfway. After Grindelwald gently raised his branch wand, the spell made a crashing sound and disappeared without a trace.
The flames engulfed everyone who dared to take action.
"Hell...hell..." Sirius looked at all this with a pale face. He and James had been protecting Sean and resisting the flames.
Grindelwald was not in a hurry to activate the magic flame. He walked casually and looked at Marshall leisurely: "I thought that after decades, you guys should have made some progress, haha - it's really disappointing."
Marshall fought off the flames around her, her face was solemn, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.
"The only lesson that humans can learn from history is that humans never learn from history." Grindelwald shook his head in disappointment, "I thought you could give me some surprises, but in the end, this is what you have worked so hard for."
plan of?"
"Let me tell you something," Grindelwald put on the gentle expression he had when he was the principal. "Whether we are wizards or Muggles, we always have to look at problems from a developmental perspective. Many times people tend to only pay attention to the surface.
s things."
"Look, do you think I am already an old man over a hundred years old? I have already stepped into the grave with one foot. My strength is limited by my status as the principal. My reaction and speed are far inferior to those of younger people.
It's time, and I even lost my powerful weapon -" Grindelwald laughed, "Yes, that's right, you have no problem thinking about it."
He half-crouched down and showed a gentle smile to Marshall, who had been repelled by the flames and fell on the stone steps. He looked down at him.
"But why don't you think about it more? I gave up my lifelong ideal, and that also means - I have nothing to do. Come on, it's easier to take care of a school than to plan terrorist attacks across Europe.
, think about it, how boring I am usually?"
"Human, when you get bored, you have to find something to do. I had to pick up the magic lessons that I had put down for a long time. You see, my learning results-" He proudly stretched out his hands to embrace the dark blue flames, "
Are you still satisfied?"
"Grindelwald..." Marshall squeezed out the heavy name from his dry and hot throat.
"Feel free to hate me, I love it all." Grindelwald smiled and stretched out his hand. Marshall did not make any sound, and her ashes dissipated in the cemetery.
"This is Grindelwald... I finally understand the meaning of what Dumbledore once said..." James, who was resisting desperately, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Sirius' eyes were solemn: "This is what Dumbledore calls the most genius wizard in the world..."
Grindelwald walked happily in the flames. He did not show any acting skills to persuade others to join his team. He did not care about the people around him scolding and begging for mercy.
He walked to the side of a wizard, who was from the Prosus family.
"Why don't you speak, my friend?" Grindelwald asked softly.
The man's lips twitched, but until the end, he just stared at the other person with fear and hatred.
"Backbone without reason, confidence without confidence," Grindelwald looked at the other person's face that said he would rather die than surrender, and then raised his wand indifferently, "Burst the ego (bustficus)."
Crimson flames began to emerge from the man's seven orifices, his eyes glowed, and black smoke rose crazily.
However, Grindelwald seemed to still be controlling the power of the curse. The man did not turn into ashes all of a sudden. He finally let out a silent wail, and his charred face twisted crazily.
Grindelwald frowned dissatisfied: "You don't even want to say hello to me?"
The fireman roared silently, his robes began to peel off, and his wand turned into charcoal. He staggered towards Grindelwald, step after step, and finally he stood in front of the other party with difficulty.
The wizard, who was left in human form, stretched out a hand as if to grab Grindelwald. He raised his hand hard, and his dark fingertips trembled and stopped in front of Grindelwald's nose.
"Uh..." He whispered in an extremely hoarse voice.
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and raised his ears with interest: "What do you want to say, my friend?"
"Poof." Pyro fell down heavily. As he fell, the flames became more intense, his body became lighter, and then the ashes fell to the ground.
"Oh, what a coincidence." Grindelwald shook his head regretfully.
He walked towards another person, the wizards who had been named by him.
"Aren't you going to talk about your shocking conspiracy?"
Everyone closed their mouths tightly, and then turned into light ashes with Grindelwald's expressions of pleasure or disappointment.
He walked up to the last person, who was a witch about thirty years old. Sean still remembered that she was a descendant of Wabraski.
The woman's eyes trembled violently under Grindelwald's calm gaze, and finally, she opened her mouth timidly: "I, I said..."
Suddenly, her mouth opened wide in horror, and flames burst out, giving her no chance to continue speaking.
Looking at the scattered ashes, Grindelwald shook his brows: "Actually, I know, I lied to you, ha~"
The remaining members of the guard retreated tremblingly, while Grindelwald slowly turned around.
"Okay...huh?" Grindelwald suddenly turned his head and looked at the crack above his head.
Gradually, the corners of his mouth curved up, and a wild and joyful smile filled his face.