On the right side of Lestrange's broken mansion, Grindelwald said with an indifferent expression.
The old man's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear at this moment, clear enough to be written with a magic quill more than ten meters away.
Although in the script previously provided by Elena, the girl hoped that after saying these words, he would show a smile of "hey hey" like a crazy villain.
However, after thinking carefully for two seconds, Grindelwald decisively rejected this weird request—one neurotic fool Dark Lord was enough, and he also had to consider his image.
After all, according to the performance script that has been reviewed by the Great Arcana Council, the mainstream media in the British wizarding world may be present.
Grindelwald didn't want his first appearance in a newspaper after half a century to be a weird and crazy Dark Lord who looked like he had an underdeveloped brain.
You know, he still has so many old friends under him. Even if the first round of news is mostly published in the UK, as long as the name "Grindelwald" is involved, the wizarding media in Europe and even the world will not miss it.
Opportunity, this is a super hot spot for their performance explosion. The discussion of "jailbreak" two years ago even lasted for more than half a year.
Obviously, if his "crazy" appearance is printed in newspapers and widely circulated, then he may be forced to launch a second magical war.
Of course, those hurriedly arriving magic newspaper reporters in the distance did not know the old devil's inner thoughts at this time.
Later this morning, the Ministry of Magic sent a message to the mainstream wizarding newspapers across the UK.
After more than ten hours of hard work, they successfully locked down the hiding place of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and planned to launch a general attack at noon today.
Different from the rigidity of the past, in view of the fact that this operation may go down in history and completely draw the shadow of the dark devil that has lasted for more than half a century, the Ministry of Magic agreed for the first time to allow reporters to go together.
However, all media personnel going to the venue must obey the instructions of the Ministry of Magic at all times, maintain magical silence before departure, and also use a low-key method of moving using a combination of portkeys and broomsticks - according to the warnings of the Aurors,
Anyone who forcibly breaks into the battlefield without permission will most likely be regarded as a hostile target by both sides of the firefight.
No one wants their photo to appear on a certain page of the newspaper when big news is released, and there is no need for them to take risks this time.
Therefore, under the coordination and arrangement of Ludo Bagman and others, they secretly arrived at the scheduled observation position in the name of interviewing the British Quidditch national team.
"The Dark Lord is dead? So simple? This..."
"Have you captured the battle footage?! Why has the general attack time been advanced?!"
"Can we take a closer shot now? Is Mr. Gellert Grindelwald definitely from our side?"
As Grindelwald cast the Avada Kedavra to kill "Riddle-031", the reporters' magic flashlights and quills were so excited that they almost exploded on the spot.
If they hadn't been frightened by the threat of the old devil in front of them and the unknown Dark Lord in the ruins, they almost couldn't hold back and ran over - a confrontation between two generations of Dark Lords. This may be the first time in the history of the magical society.
Even without this attractive gimmick, just the photo of Voldemort's body, it would be enough to make the sales of their next issue explode.
"That's Gellert Grindelwald. Do you think he will obey the magical government's arrangements?"
Beside the cordon, an Austrian Auror on duty looked into the distance with a complicated expression and shrugged his shoulders.
"Besides, the person fighting alongside him is Albus Dumbledore. It would be strange if that dangerous guy named Voldemort could escape."
Just as the British wizarding community fears Voldemort, most European wizards believe that Grindelwald is the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard in centuries.
Ever since they knew that today's battle lineup was "Grindelwald" and "Dumbledore", this siege and suppression, which the British thought was full of dangers, in the eyes of these foreign Aurors, was just a magical crushing that was almost equal to a push.
There was nothing to worry about. The only thing that made them uneasy was whether Grindelwald would take this opportunity to start a second magical war.
And this seems to be the case. Grindelwald walked out of the broken wall of the Lestrange family without even getting his shoes dirty.
"Oh, why are you still standing there - are you worried that the corpse will speak?"
Just when the Aurors and reporters were hesitant, Grindelwald's rather confused voice came from not far away.
The old wizard slowly put away his wand, casually summoned an armchair from the back living room to sit down, and took out a good cigar from his arms to light it.
"The battle is over, Voldemort is dead. You can come over and take pictures and clean up the battle scene -"
"As for interviews, if anyone can get me a cup of hot tea the fastest, I will give priority to answering whose questions. Of course, you can also ask Dumbledore."
Grindelwald paused for a few seconds, recalled the small details explained by a caring little angel, flicked the ashes of his cigarette carelessly, and tilted his head towards the other side of the house.
"By the way, if you run fast enough, you may be able to take some pictures of Aurors arresting Death Eaters in the open space outside the main entrance - those guys don't know that their master is dead yet, right?
Let them know when you pass by. Oh, and Tom Riddle's wand is my trophy, so..."
He grinned, smiled at the French Auror who was preparing to clean up the scene, and spoke softly and amiably.
"...Don't touch it, do you understand?"
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Just as Grindelwald said, on the other side, the Ministry of Magic's ambush was quite successful.
As the strong magic wave surged, the Aurors drew out their wands and pointed them at the only trap area where Apparition was possible.
No one knew how Dumbledore and Grindelwald were going to "lead the snake out of the hole", but everyone chose to believe unconditionally at the first opportunity.
The "Fall of the Ministry of Magic" that spread across Europe a few days ago left a red mark on the faces of Aurors from all countries. In the past dozens of hours, they have almost become the most mediocre and incompetent people in the magical society.
Synonymous with magical officials, only by catching those Death Eaters who openly stormed into the magical government can the shame engraved on "Aurors" be somewhat washed away.
"Everyone is on the highest alert, don't let go of anyone who dares to come here..."
Rufus Scrimgeour said softly, his knife-like cheek full of anger and expectation,
"Remember, don't give them time to escape... There is only one chance like this, everyone! Let's defeat Voldemort's legion with our own hands..."
The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.
In the cleared and empty ambush area, wizards wearing hoods and covering their faces appeared one after another.
They looked around cautiously and fearfully. The wands in each person's hands were hanging at their sides, as if they were afraid of accidentally offending some terrible demon king.
However, what was waiting for them was not the demon king lingering in the depths of their nightmares, but rows of foreign Aurors with different skin colors waiting in formation. Everyone's eyes were filled with scorching flames that were about to ignite. Before they could wait,
The Death Eaters who arrived in a hurry reacted, and the dark red magic beam struck them hard like a raging sea wave.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Knock them out - knock them out - there are too many people, don't let them get away!"
Scrimgeour roared loudly, waving his wand and pouring spells towards the ambush site ahead.
As a core official of the British Ministry of Magic, he immediately saw several familiar figures among those hooded figures.
Obviously, Professor Dumbledore's concerns are not wrong.
The Ministry of Magic has long been deeply infiltrated by Voldemort and his henchmen, and the dark forces have been growing openly under their noses.
If it weren't for the cross-border support from the international magical society, he might have been plotted by the traitors lurking within the Ministry of Magic before he could assemble the Auror troops.
However, through deliberate calculation and unintentional calculation, these "traitors" escaped the trial more than ten years ago, and they will not be able to escape this ambush no matter what.
There was also a huge roar from the Lestrange family mansion in the distance. It was obvious that the battle there had reached a fever pitch - with the joint efforts of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, unless Voldemort could also find helpers of the same level.
, otherwise the outcome of this war of annihilation has been determined from the beginning, and the era of terror belonging to Voldemort and his henchmen will completely come to an end today.
Hmm... Voldemort, that dangerous dark wizard, shouldn't be able to escape this time, right?
Just when this idea came to Rufus Scrimgeour's mind, an inappropriate noise suddenly sounded in the distance.
"Tom Riddle is dead!"
"Grindelwald killed the Dark Lord with his own hands!"
"Voldemort is dead——"
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"The Dark Lord disappeared again——"
"Well, my Dark Mark has stopped generating heat now."
Meanwhile, Hogwarts Castle.
Lucius Malfoy and his wife's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other in unison.
Starting a few minutes ago, the hot Dark Mark branded on their arms suddenly became silent for no reason.
It was as if the almost burning urge in the auditorium was just an illusion of the two of them. In decades, they had never felt such a strong call of the dark devil.
What makes the Malfoy couple even more confused is that the Dark Mark imprinted on the inside of their arms is fading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like an ink pattern that is quickly fading under the wash of running water. This situation is just
There is only one reason to explain it - the terrible wizard who was dubbed the Demon King has once again entered an extremely weak state.
"Lucius, what the hell-"
Narcissa Malfoy looked at her husband in panic and asked in a low voice.
However, before she could finish her words, a slight crackling sound sounded beside the two of them.
A house elf wearing a Hogwarts napkin as clothing appeared in front of the Malfoys.
"Mr. Malfoy, Chef Kaslana hopes that you can come to the kitchen to discuss the damage to the tableware and pricing compensation."
The strange house elf said respectfully, deliberately emphasizing the syllables of "Kaslana" a little bit.
Before Lucius Malfoy could raise his brow, the elf looked at Lucius with his big ping-pong ball eyes and continued cautiously.
"In addition, I heard that you accidentally cut your left arm while dining. The chef also specially prepared some refreshments for you to relieve pain and soothe your nerves. Please come with me - the chef said...
After all, you are an important member of the Hogwarts School Board who signed the 'agreement'. In this special period, your suggestions and opinions are particularly important to Hogwarts, and even the wizarding world."