Scottish Highlands,

Located in northwest Britain, it is rarely visited and has a harsh environment.

Here is a landform left by the Ice Age, rugged mountains, and ice fields covered with huge rocks.

Voldemort walked barefoot in the vast snow, leaving clear footprints.

The Dark Mark's Summoning Location is in Malfoy Manor, but the Dark King did not go there directly.

He took a short walk and came here.

The reason is also very simple:

A strong magic fluctuation suddenly came here.

Such fluctuations are obviously someone fighting, and only Grindelwald and Dumbledore can produce such effects.

This is an unexpected surprise.

Grindelwald refused to tell him the battle location before.

Maybe I was afraid that he would take the lead.

Voldemort didn't expect that he could feel the magical aura halfway.

Since you meet it, what else to say?

No matter who beats Dumbledore, Voldemort will help him!

However, the best situation is to lose both sides.

Voldemort let his head go, then snatched away the old wand, and finally dealt with Grindelwald, the outdated first-generation dark devil.

Backstabing is something... Voldemort did the most easily.

Although he respects Grindelwald as an old senior on the surface, he actually looks down on this loser in his heart.

If Stark's rise had not brought unimaginable obstacles to his great cause, Voldemort would have found the old man to help.

How can successful people join the losers?!

Following the vast ground, Voldemort walked step by step towards the hillside.

The battle traces were very obvious. Halfway through, he even encountered a massive avalanche.

Voldemort magically opened the way, and heavy snow fell from the top of the mountain like a torrent and then diverted across his sides.

After searching for about twenty minutes, Voldemort appeared on the top of the mountain. From a distance, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged and gasping for breath.

Grindelwald raised his head suddenly and sternly said, "Why are you here?!"

Voldemort did not answer. He walked five meters away from Grindelwald, stopped and asked back:

"Why are you alone?"

He did not see Dumbledore, nor did he see the student of Grindelwald.

"My student is going to chase Dumbledore." Grindelwald took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly and said:

"Dumbledore is seriously injured now, so you'd better go to support him and you can definitely kill him.

Instead of wasting time with me, the old man.”

Voldemort did not move, but instead showed a strange smile on his lips.

If Dumbledore was here, he would definitely give priority to killing that man.

But he didn't see it, but Grindelwald...

Blood kept oozing out of the face without the robe.

The old man raised his elbow and rubbed the blood randomly. Before he could dry it, fresh blood would flow out again.

Voldemort didn't know whether Dumbledore was seriously injured, but the old man in front of him was definitely seriously injured and had reached the end of his strength.

He is talking about it first!

"Voldemort, we have agreed... do you want to break the contract?!" Grindelwald asked sternly.

"Dumbledore is our common enemy, he is not dead yet."

Voldemort smiled for no reason: "You are right, I'll go hunting him now..."

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he felt a cold wind blowing on his face, and then he hit him and leaned back.

The magic power surged, and it was flying all over the sky with snowflakes.

When everything was settled, the first black black demon king, with his back against the rocks, was strangled by Voldemort with one hand and his feet off the ground.

The wand in Grindelwald, who had just raised half of it, bounced out and fell into Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort grabbed Grindelwald's neck with one hand and gently played with his wand with the other hand, as if he was stroking the peerless beauty.

He looked up at the twilight old man, and said with a hoarse voice and smiled:

"Sure enough, you were hurt too much, and now you are so weak.

I can kill you with one hand, just like killing a chicken!”

"Tell me quickly, is this the legendary old wand, or I will kill you!"

Grindelwald's thin body moved for a moment, turned his skeleton-like face, stared at him with his deep eyes, and then smiled.

"I knew you came for it, just as you were looking for Grigovic.

But your trip is meaningless, you will never become the master of the old wand..."

"Kill you, I'll do it!"

Voldemort raised his old wand and pointed it at Grindelwald's head, and a green light flashed by.

He let go of his hand, and the dead Grindelwald fell limply, and his body was soon buried by the wind and snow.

Voldemort closed his eyes and fired a black magic mark into the sky. He looked at the mark and was intoxicated.

The power of this magic wand is definitely better than that of Zishanmu!

It's so wonderful, it's definitely an old wand!

It's even more true than Grindelwald's death.

Voldemort believed it without doubt.

"Hahahahaha..." He suddenly burst into laughter and his face was twisted.

"I got it, I got the invincible wand, who else is my opponent?

Who else!"

Voldemort stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain and looked down at the distance. He opened his arms as if embracing the world.

It seemed that this heaven, this earth, this world, and at this moment... all fell into his hands.

He is the king of this world!

The true god of the human world!

Since it is a god, it is not a problem to slaughter a few mortals to help liven up tonight.

For example, Dumbledore, Stark, and...Potter.

...

...

Malfoy Manor.

Draco cringed on the sofa, staring at Porter hanging in the living room.

His mother had been sent away and reunited with his father, while he was waiting for the Dark Lord.

Waiting to dedicate Porter to him and complete the task assigned by William.

After summoning the Dark King with the Dark Mark, Malfoy tied up Potter.

This is how you catch Potter.

However, Draco was confused. He didn't know why William handed Porter over to the Dark Lord.

Just a few minutes ago, Draco suddenly didn't want Potter to die, so he wanted to let him go, and ran away with him... But Porter refused.

Didn't Harry know that he... was going to die?

Why not escape?!

Harry hung on the ceiling, but did not think about this issue, but instead became unexpectedly calm.

He even felt in the mood to look at the decoration style of the living room.

It's fake to say you're not afraid, but... after tonight, it's over.

There is no more pain from scars, no more fear...

Da da da da da da da!
To be continued...