Chapter 421: pressing

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's eyelids trembled. When he pronounced Dumbledore's name, his hoarse voice trembled as his eyelids, but he tried his best to exercise restraint.
"It's me." Dumbledore's thick voice echoed over the battlefield. He nodded slightly, and in a white robe, suddenly appeared behind a stone pillar in the ruins, and slowly walked to the front of everyone.
The staff and students around seemed to be petrified, and Wan Lai was still, and then bursts of fanatical cheers.
"The principal is not dead!" The student was very excited and cheered excitedly.
He wore a golden-red robe, surrounded by silver silk threads with strange patterns and esoteric symbols, and it looked very luxurious.
But his own face went through vicissitudes and ravines, and the broken bridge of the nose was still the same as before, but it looked spirited, and the long silver-white beard was about to touch the ground.
The thick and charming voice is familiar to Hogwarts students.
"Grindelwald, is yours?" Voldemort asked coldly, he now knew he had entered a trap against him.
"No, what do I call him?" A further question came from afar, apparently dissatisfied with the dominance.
"But I do stand on Albus now." From the other corner of the ruin, Grindelwald in black robe slowly moved his footsteps to the center of the venue.
He raised his wand at Voldemort.
"Someone will be willing to turn to the enemy who has imprisoned him for decades."
"Hogwarts' anti-phantom shifting spell is in effect unless you can break the magic set by the four founders. Otherwise, the only way you want to leave today is to kill us."
"Or killed by us, bury your place, this school is not suitable, your soul will pollute this land." Dumbledore spread his hand.
"Joke." Voldemort said contemptuously.
What Voldemort faced was not inferior to his two wizards. In this level of battle, his men were almost unable to intervene, but there were several professors in the second echelon who were opposite.
The spotted Mars gradually solidified in the void, and turned into a lion covered with fire. He stood in front of the devil and blocked his escape route. The body composed of flames, the golden hair and the red hair were wisps. Firewire, Voldemort's wand severely chopped, and a rapidly rising cold air condensed in front of him, temporarily suppressing the arrogance of the lion.
The sturdy golden lion roared with rage, and then rebounded more rapidly. The flames all over him became more and more powerful, as if the solid golden hair grew again, threatening the fierce fire. The fired Mars even touched Voldemort's black robe, and then ignited.
The violent wind can blow away the violent flames to extinguish it, and can also make his fire grow wild.
All this depends on the intention of the spellcaster.
For Grindelwald, naturally the latter.
Voldemort's pale face immediately showed a violent emotion, his thin and dancing lips slightly flared with anger, and he lifted it up smoothly, and the flame attached to the black robe was extinguished.
Some burned ashes fell in the air.
He hadn't been injured in a long time, but now, he was burned by this hot flame.
The slight tingling was not enough to make him fall into madness, but because it was an unbearable shame.
"Get away." He growled.
The frequency of the wand swings faster and faster. A thick earth snake emerged from the land and fought with the lion. The sand accumulated more and more, as if to bury this fire lion.
"The wind is blasting!" Grindelwald's wand pointed at the glued battlefield.
After a hurricane hurricane hung over, the fire took advantage of the wind, and the mighty flame beast king suddenly grew a few numbers. The hair composed of flames became more and more powerful. Such layers of cracking, even smashing, reduced to ordinary soil.
Voldemort was constantly left and right under the offensive of the two.
The green turf of the Quidditch course was overturned, the soft and thin grass was ignited, the fire began to spread, a fire suddenly formed, and there was an intensifying trend, the entire sky seemed to be red, The dazzling light even illuminates the entire dark sky.
In an instant, the red clouds spread over the sky like daylight.
The wind and the clouds clouded over.
Dumbledore waved lightly, and a dark cloud from here accelerated his speed and rushed towards the sky above the Quidditch Stadium. The large drops of rain in the clouds began to wrap the dust in the air and condensed. , Overturned.
The long drop of water is no longer a ball, like a long transparent arrow, swish through.
Water and fire blend together, and they creak continuously.
The water condenses into ice.
The flaming flame flashed in the ice, and the light of the flame was dimmed after being blocked by the ice.
Formed a peculiar landscape.
Voldemort snorted coldly.
The flame was extinguished, but the ice began to rattle, suddenly fell, and formed in the air, condensing into a grim ice snake.
Pieces of hard ice turned into giant snakes, which in turn danced violently on the field, running wildly on the scorched field, whistling toward the two old men
Suddenly the wind blew, and the sleeves of the robe flew backwards, making a hula.
The wand in Grindelwald's hand was lightly picked, and the towering giant trees in the forbidden forest not far away were uprooted, like a long sword, striking head-on against the swift ice python, piercing it directly Sawdust flew across the body, the snake twisted and struggled a few times, and turned into crushed ice all over again, and flew to Voldemort.
Lord Voldemort barely fought back and forth, fighting with two wizards at the same time, especially the strength is not inferior to him, very great pressure.
Suddenly, his body froze, and he was hit with a tricky spell.
If it is usual, a simple phantom shift can be avoided. Alternatively, the swift spell makes Voldemort unable to respond.
Lord Voldemort lay head down and lay on the grass. His body seemed to be petrified, but he still held the magic wand in his hand, and with his resentful eyes, squinted these two step by step and led him into the trap. people.
"we won!"
"we won!"
Horrible cheers erupted from the surrounding students~EbookFREE.me~ There was no such horrible noise in the Quidditch stadium because of the final Quidditch match.
"Tom, it's all over." Dumbledore stood with his hands behind him, not far from Voldemort, shook his head, and said with emotion.
"That's not necessary." Voldemort retorted, and then closed his eyes and let go of his arms, as if to pull his neck.
"Except your weapon!" Another old man's wand hit Voldemort's lying body.
Without a trace of resistance, the old wand came out of the man's hand, tossed high, and crossed a beautiful arc in the air.
Everything is over, even if he is the Dark Lord, what can he do when he loses his wand.
But what Dumbledore did not see was that at the moment when the wand was released, Voldemort's face showed an unpredictable smile.