Chapter 629 Starting From 1945

"Hasn't your previous experience taught you that the evil of arrogance can only lead to destruction?"

Grindelwald raised his arm, and an invisible wind blade shot at Haierbo like lightning, and his body was properly restrained by the hook made by Dumbledore using the transfiguration technique. The two cooperated seamlessly, Not even eye contact is required, as if providing cover for each other has already been instinctively developed in the green years of fighting side by side.

Aberforth couldn't intervene in this ingenious surprise attack. He felt redundant and had some strange feelings in his heart, but he still raised the picture frame in his hand and kept showing every little corner where the three of them were fighting, Even Grindelwald, who was disgusted behind him, blocked all the spells that were cast out from Hai Erbo's hands.

Hai Erbo smiled, and he tilted his head, as if he wanted to provide a better angle for Grindelwald's wind blade, exposing his haughty neck as much as possible.

"Sa!"

Grindelwald held his breath, he had a premonition that this spell would hit the target as he wished, his crispy left hand was still held high, but he could no longer feel the existence of his arm, he could only feel bursts of it as if in a hallucination. The numbness and pain in the limbs, the sleeve of the robe on the left arm was torn off by the strong wind pressure, revealing the arm hidden under the sleeve——

A thin linen blouse was put on inside the robe, and the white sleeves were yellowing and brittle at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the breeze blowing in place, they jumped into pieces like shortbread falling from a plate. Yes, it was crushed into crumbs imperceptible to the naked eye by the breeze that couldn't even blow up the hair. It seemed to be a terrible curse that had never appeared before. After the baptism of a long time, after the fear of aging, revealing the arms tightly bound by the silver chain of the silver pocket watch.

Dark red blood seeped out from under each silver chain that was deeply cut into the flesh, instantly dyed Grindelwald's left arm blood red, Aberforth stared wide-eyed, he hated Grindelwald, He dismissed it, but he also knew better than anyone else how powerful and terrifying he was, but such a guy who was so powerful that it was almost impossible to find an opponent paid such a huge price in a small attack.

Standing in front of Grindelwald, he saw with his own eyes that Grindelwald's skin was rapidly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pocket watch clasped tightly in his palm was spinning rapidly, and the stubby hour hand was running round and round. There were sporadic afterimages, and the magic wand held up in the hand experienced the process of a sapling rushing to death in a short movement of the wand, and it was dismembered during the swing.

Only then did he realize Haierbo's position in Grindelwald's heart, and he was willing to pay such a tragic price even for such a simple attack. With such a powerful oppressive force, he turned his head suddenly, Haierbo's curse had rushed to his chest, and at the moment when he was paying attention to Grindelwald, he passed through the gap in the picture frame, and he tried his best to avoid it sideways, But the spell grazed him in the ribs and hit him anyway.

At the same time, Grindelwald's wind blade came to Haierbo's side. His arm holding the bone wand had just been bound by Dumbledore. The powerful wind blade flew past like a ray of light, rubbing against Haierbo's body. The neck flew to the outer suburbs, and inserted straight into the belly of the penguin ice sculpture. The aftermath of this magic even cut a hole in the waist of the huge ice sculpture that almost cut it in half.

Almost at the same moment, a mouthful of blood gushed out of Aberforth's mouth, while a thin line of blood appeared on Haierbo's neck. The next second, Aberforth knelt on the ground, With his arms propped on the belt behind the picture frame, his knees hit the gravel ground heavily, his right leg was stained red with blood, and a poisonous mist of green mixed with purple appeared on his face, and his expression became chaotic.

And the blood soaring to the sky will also gushes out from the top of Haierbo's neck like a fountain, his invincible head flies high, the head without neck can't change its direction, but those cunning eyes keep turning, It finally landed on Dumbledore's face, his eyes showed a mocking look, and he let his head be whipped in the air by Dumbledore's curse, and it was whipped back and forth like a spinning top , flying higher and higher, unable to land on the ground for a while.

The spilled blood stained the ground red, just like the magical beasts in ancient Greek mythology that can still curse others after being beheaded. The splashed blood twisted and condensed in the air, forming twisting snakes with grinning teeth. His head Being torn to pieces by Dumbledore's spell, more and more cold little snakes fell down.

But those playful eyes followed Dumbledore like a gangrene, making him feel chills all over his body. Even though Haierpo's head was hit by the curse and turned to the back, Dumbledore still felt that those eyes seemed to be Staring at himself through the scalp, finally, when Haierbo's head was hit by precise spells above the clouds, Dumbledore could not feel the peeping eyes for the time being, he raised his wand, smoothed Breathing and chanting words, four thick city walls rose from the ground, sealing Haierbo's body that was tied in place. He knew that this level of attack would definitely not be able to defeat Haierbo, because the continuous black magic power was Coming towards Haierbo's body from the crowd behind them, he can definitely use the continuous magic power to repair his body, but as long as it can delay him for a while, it will be enough.

The city wall was capped and Haierbo's body was locked in an airtight prison cell, but the tremor of the hairy heart was able to pass through the thick wall and clearly entered Dumbledore's ears. He waved his wand, and the phantom moved Formed to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's left arm was hanging limply to his side, and he was twisting the clockwork on his pocket watch expressionlessly.

Apparently, his research into the Time-Turner went much further than he claimed, and with the twist of the clockwork, his arm was struggling to come back to life, but Dumbledore noticed that the direction in which he twisted the clockwork didn't Unlike Nelson's design, which rotates counterclockwise back to the past, it twists at a faster speed to a later time. His arm is not restored, it is more like healing after a long illness. Using the mystery of time that is not yet understood to strengthen his own magic, he has even overdrawn to a future that Dumbledore could not imagine.

He didn't have time to worry, and hurriedly looked at Aberforth who was kneeling on the ground. Aberforth, who was still alive and well just now, looked dying, his face changed back and forth between green, purple and black, but he lacked a healthy ruddy. His lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word. Obviously, the insults not long ago left a deep impression on Haierbo's heart. Haierbo's attack can be said to be a shot with hatred, and he didn't even take Dumbledore and Green into consideration. Devore's joint attack vowed to make Aberforth pay the price, his heartbeat became weaker and weaker, Dumbledore saw it, and stretched out his hand worriedly.

"Snapped!"

His outstretched wrist was gripped by Grindelwald, and Grindelwald's condition was not much better. He pursed his lips and shook his head, and took a deep breath. The pain from his arm almost made him faint with determination. The accumulated pain burst out in an instant, enough to destroy anyone's nerves, but he still endured it, and said, "Zweig."

"I am here."

Zweig's figure suddenly appeared beside him, and without Grindelwald's order, he shot and knocked out Aberforth.

Aberforth, who was in a painful coma, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and handed the picture frame to Dumbledore. Dumbledore took the picture frame, and his arms hung limply.

"Must not let him die," Grindelwald said expressionlessly, "I can no longer let someone named Dumbledore die because of me."

"I understand." Zweig nodded vigorously, picked up Aberforth, and disapparated away, leaving behind a sentence, "Nelson asked me to tell you that what he gave you will arrive shortly."

"Um."

For a while, only Dumbledore and Grindelwald were left in the arena. Compared with the beginning, they were undoubtedly much more miserable, but at least it proved that Hai Erbo is not a real god, and he can be injured and defeated.

"Fortunately, now is a peaceful age for wizards," Grindelwald smiled bitterly, "If it was four hundred years ago or the era when black magic was flying all over the sky during the goblin rebellion, I can't imagine How powerful he will be when he returns from death."

Two bright light spots flashed from the corners of his eyes, which were the glow from the thunder and lightning lasing from a distance. Grindelwald turned his head and looked in the direction of the thunder, and the Muggles launched under Nelson's command. Countless spells were condensed into a slender and delicate spear, which was inserted obliquely into the air, while the spear shot by himself flew straight towards Grindelwald.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand and curled his fingers. He didn't even have to pick it up deliberately. Nelson, who used Alexander to predict the future, would definitely deliver it to him just right.

Sure enough, in the next second, Grindelwald grabbed the dissipated thunder gun, and he held a dark black wand full of knots tightly in his hand.

"It's back again... The Elder Wand," Grindelwald showed nostalgic look, "I always said that I don't need to rely on this kind of external force... But maybe it is the only one that can resist the erosion of time."

"boom!"

The explosion of thunder rang in the ears of the two, and the thunder gun, which seemed to be shot by the strongest spearman in mythology, passed over their heads and hit the head of Helbo, who was knocked into the air by Dumbledore. It pierced through his head like a skewer, and rushed straight towards the sky with endless power.

"Ha, Gungnir," Dumbledore smiled with difficulty, "Ever since he learned about his origin, Nelson has been fond of playing with these Norse mythology things."

"A branch of the world tree? It's not a bad choice to let it end Hai Erbo, who lives in this world like Ned Hogg."

Haierbo, who was still experiencing free fall, suddenly felt that he was being penetrated. He opened his eyes quickly, and the earth was getting farther and farther away from him. Fortunately, there is no audience, otherwise it may scare many people crazy.

Dumbledore heard the noisy voices behind him, he turned his head, and the wizards and Muggles standing by in the distance were quickly approaching here in a neat formation. Under the command of their respective team leaders, one team after another Soldiers lined up around the wall that blocked Hai Erbo's body. Dumbledore took a closer look, but Nelson and Tom were not among them.

The ground stained red by Hai Erbo's blood was like a pot of boiling soup. The land lost its original solidity and began to bubble up "gurgling". The venomous snake hatched from those rolling water bubbles. Dumbledore's eyes were solemn, and he saw a corpse that died in the field not long ago appear in one of the water bubbles. Then, the water bubble burst, and a long and that A venomous snake with the same pattern as the people's clothing crawled out, staring at its black pupils.

He saw fear in the eyes of the crowd, but they were not struck by fear, but strictly followed the order Nelson left behind, waving his wand, and chanting those inexplicable, harmless things such as hardening, deformation, and replication spell.

But Nelson is indeed the person who knows Hai Erbo best. Even if he is not here, these seemingly ordinary spells are connected together, but because of the huge number, they have produced an impressive reaction. The ground is copying, deforming and hardening the spells. A thick layer of ringworm-like carapace was formed in the middle of the cloud, and dots of red starlight lit up in the clouds, which were the scarlet eyes of pitch-black giant pythons. They roared from the clouds and swooped down to the ground like heavenly soldiers and generals. Go straight to the hotbed where Haierbo breeds servants under the carapace.

The prison surrounded by high walls finally cracked in the tremors again and again, and the headless black wizard burst out of the ground.

Blood kept pouring out from the section of his neck, and he couldn't aim without eyes, so he stepped heavily on the ground, and with just one foot, the ground cracked due to shrinking, and the hideous crack spread from under his feet in all directions, like a Like a greedy snake devouring the earth, it became thicker and longer, and cracks like lightning kept splitting into the open space that was not affected.

"Boom—"

A dull thunder-like noise rang in people's ears, and the ground began to shake violently. When people were frantically looking for a support point, many people were already swallowed by the cracks that suddenly appeared under their feet. The well-behaved people disappeared with a whoosh, and the well-ordered team was divided into fragmented snare drums by the deep abyss.

People realized that those who fell into the abyss were almost all those who had been devoured by the use of black magic not long ago.

"These useless people will be thrown away, mortals, do you think...for these guys, are you any different?"

Haierbo's voice resounded in people's hearts, but his next sentence was interrupted by a silver falcon carrying wind and thunder that fell from the sky. At the moment when the thunder appeared, Nelson and Tom opened the black box and broke into a broken road. Covered by mirrors, it looks like a psychedelic channel inside a kaleidoscope, and time unfolds around the two of them like a scroll.