Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's eyelids trembled. When he pronounced Dumbledore's name, his hoarse voice trembled like his eyelids.

"It's me." Dumbledore's thick voice echoed over the battlefield. He nodded slightly, dressed in a white robe, and suddenly appeared behind a stone pillar in the ruins, and slowly walked to the front of everyone.

The surrounding faculty and students seemed to be petrified, and they were all silent, and then bursts of fanatical cheers broke out.

"The principal is not dead!" The students were very excited and cheered excitedly.

He was wearing a golden-red robe, and the surroundings of the robe were embroidered with bizarre patterns and esoteric symbols with silver threads, making him very luxurious.

His own face, on the other hand, has gone through vicissitudes of life, with ravines and ravines. The broken nose bridge is still the same as before, but he looks energetic, and his long silver-white beard is about to touch the ground.

The thick and charming voice was so familiar to the students of Hogwarts,

"Grindelwald, is it yours?" Voldemort asked coldly, now that he knew he had stepped into a trap against him.

"No, what do you mean by me?" Another question came from a distance, obviously dissatisfied with the dominance.

"But I do stand on Albus's side now." From the other corner of the ruins, Grindelwald in a black robe slowly moved his footsteps and walked to the center of the field.

He raised his wand at Voldemort.

"There are people who are willing to take refuge in the enemy who has imprisoned them for decades."

"Hogwarts' anti-apparition spell is in effect. Unless you can break the magic set by the four founders, the only way you want to leave today is to kill us."

"Or be killed by us and buried your place, this school is not suitable, your soul will pollute this land." Dumbledore spread his hands.

"Joke," said Voldemort contemptuously.

Voldemort is facing two wizards who are not inferior to him. In this level of battle, his subordinates are almost unable to intervene, and there are several professors who are in the second echelon of combat power.

The speckled sparks gradually solidified in the void, and turned into a male lion covered in flames and blocked in front of the Demon King.

Blocking his escape route, the body made of flames, the long golden-red hair is the strands of fire, Voldemort's wand slashed down, and the rapidly rising cold air condensed in front of him, temporarily suppressing the arrogance of the lion.

The golden-red sturdy lion roared due to his rage, and then rebounded even more rapidly. The flames around his body became more and more vigorous, as if the strong golden hairs grew up in an instant, curling up against the violent fire, four The sparks even got onto Voldemort's black robe and ignited.

The raging wind can blow away the raging flame to extinguish it, and it can also make his fire grow wildly.

All of this depends on the intention of the caster.

For Grindelwald, it was the latter, of course.

Voldemort's pale face immediately showed a violent mood, and the thin, blood-colored lips were slightly opened in anger, and the flame attached to the black robe was extinguished with a smooth movement.

Some burnt ashes fell in the air.

He hasn't been hurt for a long time, but now, he was burned by this fiery flame.

That faint tingling was not enough to drive him into a frenzy of rage, but because it was an unbearable shame.

"Go away," he growled.

The frequency of the wand waving became faster and faster, and a thick earth snake sprang from the ground and fought with the male lion.

"The wind is rising!" Grindelwald pointed his wand at the stalemate.

A swift hurricane passed by, and the fire took advantage of the wind. The mighty flame beastmaster suddenly grew a few sizes. The hair made of flames became more and more vigorous. The layers were cracked and even shattered, and it was restored to the most ordinary soil.

Voldemort kept stumbling from left to right under the offensive of the two.

The green turf of the Quidditch pitch was overturned, the soft grass was ignited, and the fire started to spread. The dazzling light even illuminated the entire gloomy sky.

In an instant, the red clouds filled the sky, like daytime.

The storm came over like a cloud.

Dumbledore waved lightly, and a dark cloud from here accelerated his speed and rushed towards the sky above the Quidditch pitch. The large droplets of rain in the clouds began to wrap the smoke and dust in the air, condensing them. , overturned.

That long water droplet is no longer a ball, like a long transparent arrow, whizzing through.

Water and fire blend together, making a constant babble.

Water freezes into ice.

The throbbing flames flickered in the ice, and the light of the flames dimmed after being blocked by the ice.

A peculiar landscape was formed.

Voldemort snorted coldly.

The flames went out, but the ice cubes began to rattle, fell suddenly, and then formed in mid-air, condensing into a ferocious ice snake.

Pieces of solid ice turned into giant snakes, which in turn danced wildly on the field, ran wildly on the scorched field, and rushed towards the two old men with a whimper.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and the sleeves of the robe fluttered backwards, making a hula sound.

The wand in Grindelwald's hand was gently picked up, and the towering giant tree that covered the sky and the sun in the Forbidden Forest not far away was uprooted, like a long sword, headed towards the speeding ice python and pierced it straight through. Its body, sawdust flying horizontally, the snake twisted and struggled a few times, turned into shards of ice on the ground, and flew upside down towards Voldemort.

Voldemort kept struggling to resist, and at the same time, he was under great pressure with two wizards, especially those who were not inferior in strength to him.

Suddenly, his body froze, and a spell with a tricky angle hit him.

As usual, a simple Apparition would have avoided it, alternatively, a swift spell made Voldemort unresponsive.

Voldemort lay down on the grass with his head up, his body seemed to be petrified, but he was still holding the wand in his hand tightly, and with his resentful eyes, he squinted at the two who had led him into the trap step by step. people.

"we won!"

"we won!"

The surrounding students burst into terrifying cheers, but there was no such terrifying noise in the Quidditch pitch because of the final Quidditch match.

"Tom, it's all over." Dumbledore, with his hands behind his back, stood not far from Voldemort, shook his head, and said emotionally.

"Not necessarily," Voldemort retorted, then closed his eyes and let go of his arms, as if he was about to kill him.

"Except your weapons!" Another wand of the old man struck Voldemort's lying body.

Without a trace of resistance, the Elder Wand came out of the man's hand and was thrown high, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air.

It was all over, even if he was the Dark Lord, what would he do when he lost his wand.

What Dumbledore didn't see was that the moment when the wand was released, an unintelligible smile appeared on Voldemort's face.