Near Neumonggad, Austria, this desolate and lonely prison was originally shrouded in the darkness for many years, but today the light bursting out from the dark small windows makes the atmosphere here even more weird.

Now there is only a magic lamp hanging on the wall in the cell in the entire corridor. Through the remaining black smoke floating in the air, the entire prison showed a broken scene. In addition to being thinned by Dumbledore, the walls reinforced by the spell have been covered with cracks under the action of the spell. Just like a spider web, the broken wall tiles and brick ash are scattered all over the ground, making people worried that the tower would collapse at any time.

The bottom plate of the corridor also had long scars caused by magical power. It extended from one wall to the ceiling. Some melted stone slabs turned into lava and began to drip down. Behind Voldemort, the corridor was looted by blue fire and lightning, leaving burning burns, but the empty corridor was still filled with burning smoke.

The Death Eaters had already used all spells to finally extinguish the blue flames that Grindelwald used to seal the door and attack through collective use of all spells. However, due to the top-notch power battle just now, they held magic wands and gathered at the stairs leading to the corridor, and no one dared to approach. The Death Eaters had just understood from the result of those fellow disciples who were bold in imagination and sacrificed their loyalty and sacrificed their lives that even if they were close, they could not bring any help to the master who had great power in the one-on-two battle just now, and would only waste their lives.

The Dark King obviously let his subordinates go. After all, for Voldemort now, although the frequency of punishment for his subordinates is becoming more and more common for his moody mind, the fact that his lack of manpower makes his remaining rationality generally not hurt his life.

Voldemort's condition was not as good as he boasted first. The magic robe on his body, which was soft and without seams, was broken into pieces and hung on his body, barely covering the pale body inside his robe. His cheeks, neck, back of his hands...the exposed skin on his body left an electric current and left a terrible scar in the human veins. Even some places on his body had some stone cones inserted, but this was not fatal.

Opposite him, two old wizards supported each other and fell to the ground. They were forced to retreat to the base of the wall, and the images of Dumbledore and Grindelwald were even more miserable.

Grindelwald's appearance was no longer visible to his usual grace. The sags caused by the black magic on him made him look like sponges in some parts, and his left arm was pierced on his own left thigh by the stone cone made by Dumbledore.

Although Dumbledore looked slightly better than Grindelwald, his silver-white beard was messy and charred, and his body was burned by fire and whipped by whips.

Now the battle has temporarily decided to stop.

"Dumbledore, now it proves who is right between us, right?" Voldemort, who was finally free, looked at his condition, and then he stared at the slightly fat old man in front of him with his scarlet and cold eyes and asked contemptuously: "What an annoying magic... It makes people want to tear and fire when they see it... Did you teach that kid so?"

"The greatest white wizard in the world joins forces with the first generation of Dark King, and even so, he is no match for his master." Rapastein's eyes were furious and he roared in a rough voice.

"The master has proved his power. Now no one will misunderstand his power anymore and question his power..." Yaxley said eagerly.

"Idiot, you never have to doubt that the master is the most powerful wizard." Alecto Carlo scolded sharply. This stout little woman elbowed violently and hurt Yaxley beside her.

Compared with the other Death Eaters who were still wearing masks and were unwilling to reveal their faces, the three of them had already lifted their masks and shouted loudly, but they always felt a little uncomfortable than what these people usually shouted - because the crazy witch who usually took the lead with this baby voice was ordered by the Dark King to stay in the base with Nagini.

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"Where is the old wand?" Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Grindelwald, and let out a cold and sharp smile. "Tell me, I will leave you with all the corpses for mercy, otherwise I will not be at peace with your souls!"

"I do know where... but you have to give something that satisfies me..." Grindelwald's eyes with unique gray-white pupils blinked, and his tail sounded upward. Although his image was very embarrassing, his tone was still as always as a small hook that bewitched people's hearts and mobilized people's greed. "I will tell you... the position that can make you one of the holy tools that can make you the master of death..."

"Gellert..." Dumbledore's old voice was hoarse. He shook his head at Grindelwald, but saw the cold and emotional eyes, and stopped persuading.

"Old guy, you dare to talk to our master. If you don't tell me, you will look good..." Yaxley roared and waved his arms, and he looked like an angry hyena.

"It seems that the great masters are afraid of them... They have given up their resistance, let's go." Rabastein waved to his back, and the Death Eaters rushed in with the controlled prison guards.

At this time, these dark wizards seemed to have returned with their courage, pointing their sticks at Dumbledore and Grindelwald by the wall. Some even cast spells to make themselves stand upside down on the ceiling, and killed the corridor in all directions, blocking Dumbledore and Grindelwald in that dead corner - but in the end, no one dared to cross their master and let themselves be sandwiched between the Dark King and the White Wizard.

"To some extent, you didn't look in the wrong direction..." Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's arm, a faint smile on his face, as if it was a habit, "The old wand was indeed in my hands before, and I accompanied me through a lot of shining time..."

"Old guy, don't keep it aside, hurry up." Seeing Grindelwald's voice prolonged, and his master couldn't help but take a few steps forward. Rapastein, who was impatient, urged. The Death Eaters behind him all started to clamor and urged him.

Voldemort opened his mouth directly, and a long and thin flame emerged from Voldemort's mouth, turning into a fire snake in the air, swinging its tail and began to fly towards Grindelwald. Grindelwald, who was sitting on the ground, looked weak, immediately swung hissing and using a counter-curse. At this time, the fire snake hissed fiercely and jumped up in the air above Grindelwald's head, but under the action of the spell, it turned into a large ball of flame and exploded.

But the fire snake was too surging and rapid before. Although Grindelwald quickly dispelled Ata and let most of the flames dissipate, some of them still stained his body. In an instant, the clothes on his shoulders were swallowed up, revealing their burnt skin. Dumbledore also helped to get the flames picked away from Grindelwald's shoulders.

"If you don't say it quickly, the next time you'll be burned is not just your shoulders." Voldemort's cold hissing sounded.

Below Grindelwald's bright forehead, a pair of strange eyes glanced to the right, briefly intersecting Dumbledore's blue eyes. He moved back his eyes quietly, as if he had no need to blink at all.

Voldemort, who noticed this, narrowed his scarlet eyes on Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, put away your so-called false justice rhetoric, your companion seems to be more conscious of the current affairs than you."

"The old wand always likes powerful power... After 1945, who did I lose to?" Grindelwald had an elegant tone and a very calm tone.

Voldemort's eyes immediately looked at the wand in Dumbledore's hand. Seeing that Dumbledore used not when he was at Hogwarts, the instant annoyance made Voldemort's face even more distorted, but after a little recollection, he found that no one in his memory began to use this wand with several sections.

Voldemort, who knew Dumbledore's character, raised his hideous face and turned back to Grindelwald: "So, after Dumbledore, who is the old wand now in his hand? Tell me, tell me... I will keep your life around you."

"Gellert, don't say it..." Dumbledore quickly warned his companions despite Voldemort's cruel gaze, but the pain made him lose balance.

Grindelwald hurriedly grabbed his hand or Dumbledore would fall: "Albus... weren't your wand robbed by them? We don't have to keep it a secret for them..."
Chapter completed!