Chapter 344: Fierce battle

The duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald should have begun for a while.
The entire Department of Mystery seemed to be in disarray, and it was all tattered and badly damaged.
The prohibitions imposed by the Ministry of Magic are nothing to both of them, as if they were full of holes. It seems that coming and going freely here is just a matter of hand, as long as the location is figured out, the phantom shift is familiar.
For others, the magic of phantom shifting is difficult to master.
Dumbledore emerged from the large marble fireplace, the blue-green flame quickly disappeared, and dissipated. The tall, spirited old man quickly withdrew from it and then disappeared.
Only left a blurry afterimage.
Grindelwald appeared suddenly from behind a dark door, and disappeared abruptly. A fog of mist followed him closely, surrounded by him, unable to see the true face.
The naked eye barely caught the confrontation between the two of them.
In fact, Grindelwald had trimmed his messy beard, his messy, dirty hair, his messy yellow teeth now look very clean, and the wrinkles on his face had disappeared a lot.
The braziers that hung on the dark walls around the surroundings and played the role of lighting suddenly burst into dazzling light, burning rapidly, bursting into several dazzling fireballs, and illuminating the whole dark room again.
Then he flew towards the corner, and that was where Dumbledore was.
And Dumbledore immediately picked it lightly with his wand, and not far away, there was green dead water standing in a fish tank, shaking it a few times, pouring out in one breath, like a flexible swimming fish, devouring With these surging flames.
"You are still so weak, Albus." Grindelwald sighed, the only words he could hear.
"Maybe, just sometimes, the soft underbelly can also transform into hard armor." Dumbledore responded, even if the old man's words were unreadable.
Both voices were low and inaudible, but they heard each other again.
Phantom shifts.
It was another crazy phantom shift, disregarding the consumption of magic power, just to gain the upper hand in the battle.
The two would suddenly appear in any corner of the room, and the mottled light and shadow dazzled everyone, unable to keep up with their speed.
I don't know when to get up, and the thick black chain lying on the ground suddenly tightened, sprang up, split, and learned from all directions to wear it, as if to block all routes.
Both sides are trying to hinder each other's movement.
Restrictions and anti-restrictions, the exquisite transformation technique is constantly displayed in the duel of the two, which is dazzling.
The rumbling sounded suddenly, as if a well-trained legion was marching uniformly.
The golden sculpture of the man and the horse moved. This might be Dumbledore's party.
These sculptures in the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic do not know when they were called here as soldiers under his command.
Some little iron goblins also came to life, and suddenly opened their closed eyes. The fierce light appeared, as if they were just awakened from a deep sleep, and raised the heavy hammer in their hands.
There are also some statues of domestic elves holding kitchenware, and they are also alive. They began to wave their brooms, and the pots and pots clanged and went to the battlefield.
In a flash, from a duel of two people to a duel of two legions.
Knife, axe, hammer, these iron weapons are striking, making a crisp sound of metal striking.
They didn't feel fear and pain, so they fought so fearlessly.
The golden horseman's head was cut off with a knife, and grunted and fell to the ground and jumped a few times. Then he was picked up by his long arm and returned to his head.
The goblin held a sickle and a hammer high, flicked his arms and waved wildly around, smashing on the horseman's body, splashing a dazzling Mars.
Iron shavings, copper shavings, silver shavings, flying around with the birth of deep scars.
The sound of clang sounded tinnitus.
This is their "blood".
But the competition of magic is not limited to the battle between the two legions.
But the duel of the two was at the same time elsewhere.
The chaotic flames danced, exuding the scorching temperature, scorching the house, and the chain formed with the scorching temperature.
The wall formed by the wind blade blocked the flames out, and made a long whistle like a whistle, crackling and piercing.
The people watching the battle can't even tell who made the magic, who is in the offensive situation, and who is defending?
The offensive of flame gradually stopped, and when everyone thought they were going to die down, it suddenly broke out again.
The scene in everyone's eyes was a strange scene with light and shadow interleaved and strange.
A lion bursting into flames suddenly came out of nowhere and roared in the back room. The roar was thunderous and deafening. It was all blood red. Every fur of the body was blooming with bright flames, burning and stinging. Running vigorously, the fiery red fire spread wildly, as if a sea tide of flames, and the mountains and the sea, unstoppable.
Wherever I went, the gold melted and the iron was sold, and the burning sound of Zila kept on hearing.
The slowly flowing water on the floor rose up uniformly, and the chaotic drops of water gathered into a tough water curtain, and the blue water wave first blocked the flames.
But this does not help.
Then the clean water began to burn without conforming to the laws of physics, and spread more and more toward the door, as if it was not water, but fuel for combustion.
"Retreat all! Felius!" Professor McGonagall yelled.
Immediately afterwards, she and Flivi raised their wands and summoned a layer of crystal clear water curtains, blocking them in front of everyone.
Just when the lion raged through the whole house~EbookFREE.me~ A huge wind blade visible to the naked eye descended from the air, slashed head-on, and the strong and mighty flame lion evaded and hit directly On the sharp wind blade, in an instant, the gathered beast-shaped flame was divided into two, divided into four, and collapsed sharply until it was reduced.
Completely annihilated in the void.
In another battlefield.
The mechanical clocks thrown on the ground, I don't know when they disappeared, I made some hard metal chains.
Some were controlled by the other party and transformed into a gleaming sword and blade.
The gleaming chains of iron chains stretched tightly and enlarged, intertwined into a net, blocking the invading sword blade, accompanied by a crisp ping-pong pong, those sharp, weapon curled blades, and suddenly became sharp Acupuncture wants to find a breakthrough.
But helplessly hit a solid black iron shield.
Instantly scattered all over the place.