Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 553 Grindelwald!

Dumbledore's grave looks similar to the Ravenclaw grave in the Masonic Secret Realm, both made of a single huge piece of marble.

But the difference between the two is that Ravenclaw's grave is black, while Dumbledore's grave is snow-white, and reflects a warm luster under the moonlight, just like jade.

In front of the grave stood a snow-white tombstone with the following inscription in ancient Latin:

When I was young, I dreamed of changing the world. When I grew up, I found that I could not change the world, so I narrowed my sights and decided to change only my country. When I entered my twilight years, I found that I could not change our country. My last wish was just to change my successors. But that, too, seems to have failed. Now, as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had just changed myself first, then I might have changed my family. With their help and encouragement, I might have done something for my country. And then, who knows? I might even have changed the world.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

1881—--1997
Standing in front of the tombstone, Mike silently recited the words on it. After a long time, he sighed softly, sat cross-legged on the smooth marble surface, and drank the wine in his hand.

"Is there any more wine?"

An old voice came from behind the tombstone. Mike stood up and looked, and saw an old man with silver-white hair and eyes of different colors sitting on the ground with his back against Dumbledore's tombstone.

The old man looked like he had walked a long way. His pair of dark brown deerskin shoes had been worn out and his black windbreaker was also tattered.

Mike hesitated for a moment before handing over the bottle.

The old man was completely defenseless against Mike. He took the bottle and drank it all in one breath. Then he took a long breath, burped, and said:

"Nice wine, I haven't had it in a long time."

Mike didn't reply.

The old man didn't care. He tapped the tombstone behind him with the empty bottle and said to Mike:
"How is it? This guy's epitaph is pretty good, right? Haha, this guy is always so sentimental. If it were me, I would never write an epitaph. I wouldn't even hold a funeral. It would be ridiculous to have a bunch of people crying around my corpse!"

As the old man spoke, he gently stroked Dumbledore's tombstone.

His movements were gentle and his expression sincere, and it looked like he was caressing the face of his lover.

Looking at the old man touching the tombstone in the moonlight, Mike remained silent.

He just looked at the other person expressionlessly, his movements were easy and natural, and he seemed defenseless, but the elderberry wand appeared in his hand without him noticing.

The moonlight shone on the magic wand, reflecting an eerie purple light.

"Oh? He actually gave all this to you?" The old man looked at the wand in Mike's hand and said with some surprise, "It seems that he really thinks highly of you. I believe that if the phoenix in his hand only chooses the master it likes, he would have given it to you as well, right?"

Mike still didn't say anything.

This seemed to have angered the other party. The old man suddenly frowned and said dissatisfiedly:
"Hey, didn't Dumbledore teach you any social etiquette? Why do you have this attitude when your elders are talking to you? Do you know who I am?"

"Gellert Grindelwald."

Mike said softly, and at the same time, all the tense muscles in his body gradually relaxed.

That’s right, the old man who appeared in front of Mike at this moment was none other than Grindelwald, the first generation Dark Lord who plunged the whole of Europe into fear decades ago!
Mike recognized him the first time he saw him; his heterochromatic eyes were so conspicuous.

To be honest, I wasn't surprised at all that he came to Mac.

After all, although he has been imprisoned in the tower of Nurmengard all these years, who can really imprison a legendary wizard?

Grindelwald was merely imprisoning himself to fulfill his promise to Dumbledore.

Now that his old friend has passed away, he will definitely come to pay his respects.

But Mike really didn't expect that the other party would hide here and wait for his arrival.

The person is not good!
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Facing this legendary and most powerful dark wizard, Mike immediately became extremely alert.

But he soon realized he might have overreacted.

The opponent is very strong, but he is already a legendary wizard.

You know, although the gap between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards is very large, the gap between legendary wizards is very small.

In other words, the opponent may not be able to defeat me, especially when I have the elder wand in my hand!
Besides, the other party has imprisoned himself for many years, so how much real fighting ability can he have?

You know, in the original book, Voldemort killed him easily!
But no matter what, things still need to be made clear.

Thinking of this, Mike lowered the elder wand that had been raised in his hand again. He looked at Grindelwald and said seriously:
"I'm sorry, but Dumbledore's death was inevitable."

"I know, I know everything." Grindelwald smiled carefreely. "Dumbledore has already communicated with me in letters. He always said in the letters that you are such an amazing young man. Although you seem a little extreme now, with a little guidance, you will be able to achieve great things in the future. Even do what we couldn't do at the beginning... change the world.

In the letter, he told me about his plan, including finding a way to rescue you from the Ministry of Magic, and asking you to kill him to relieve his pain. He also told me that he hoped I would not blame you because it was his own choice.

After saying this, Grindelwald stood up, holding onto the tombstone.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been sitting for too long or because he’s just too old.

His movements were very slow and his legs were trembling slightly.

But in the end, he stood up and faced Mike. It was only then that Mike realized that the other person was actually taller than him, almost 1.9 meters tall, almost the same height as Dumbledore.

And then, a defiant smile suddenly appeared on the other person's face, which looked full of wrinkles under the moonlight!

He pointed a finger at Mike and growled:

"My brother is dead! He will never come back to life! Do you know how angry I am? Ah? McTownley, although Dumbledore asked me not to blame you, I won't care so much! You know, I am

—Gretel Grindelwald!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Mike felt a strong suction coming from Grindelwald's body, and then the surrounding scene changed drastically.

The dark forest, the black lake gleaming silver in the moonlight, and the bright Hogwarts Castle all disappeared, replaced by a red and yellow desert!
"A secret place?"

Looking at the scene around him, Mike quickly made a judgment.

But before he could further observe the surrounding situation, a lizard nearly one meter long, with protruding eyeballs and covered with strange spiky scales, opened its mouth towards him.

"Pfft!"

A large amount of transparent liquid was sprayed out.

This strange transparent liquid seemed to have some special magic. It would ignite when it came into contact with light, and directly transformed into a fire dragon in mid-air and flew towards Mike!

But how could Mike take such a small flame seriously?
Facing the mighty fire dragon, Mike not only did not show the slightest sign of panic on his face, but the corners of his mouth even slightly raised.

He just waved the elderberry wand in his hand slightly, and the long string of fire dragons suddenly shrank under his control and turned into a fireball floating beside him.

But this was just the beginning. In Mike's sight, more and more lizards crawled out from the sand dunes and surrounded him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a round of salvos.

"boom!"

A loud explosion sounded from the desert, and all the attacks repeated the previous flame jet, turning into balls of red flames floating around Mike.

Under the baking of these flames, the temperature around Mike has reached a very terrifying level. Even the sand around him cannot withstand such ultra-high temperature and begins to crystallize.

But Mike, who was sitting in the center of the room, showed no signs of abnormality. He just reached out and gently brushed off the sand on his shoulders, then slowly said to Grindelwald who was standing in the distance:
"It seems that Dumbledore didn't tell you about my ability. Give up, fire has no effect on me."

"Oh? What about this trick?"

The corners of Grindelwald's mouth rose slightly, and he swung the black wand in his hand violently. A surge of magic power rose into the air and turned into countless dark green beams of light in mid-air and flew towards Mike.

At this moment, the flames floating around Mike suddenly condensed and formed a wall of fire in front of Mike!
The green light that filled the sky finally fell like raindrops, covering the entire area where Mike was.
"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions suddenly sounded, and large amounts of sand and dust were blown into the sky, completely covering Mike and the flames.

When the smoke gradually dissipated, Mike was seen to be surrounded by craters. Some of the bottoms of the craters were covered with colorful crystals, and there were faint flames burning on them.

But Mike, who was in the center of the explosion, was unharmed, and even the wall of fire in front of him was not damaged.

"It's useless. This kind of ordinary spell can't hurt me even if you use it skillfully." In the flames, Mike lowered his eyes and said seriously, "So you'd better use your legendary ability quickly. To be honest, I'm quite interested in it."

"Ha! What a brazen brat!"

Grindelwald laughed and pointed his wand toward the sky.

Then, a large mass of extremely sticky black liquid emitting a dark aura gushed out from his staff and began to spread around in a strange manner that violated the law of gravity.

Moreover, the flow speed of this black liquid is extremely fast and its destructive power is also extremely strong. Wherever it goes, everything is destroyed. Everything is either corroded or swallowed by it. In just a short while, most of the area in Mike's field of vision has been completely covered by darkness, turning it into a dark world without light. Even the originally scorching sunlight above his head has dimmed.

Mike felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows!
This is the mental power in his body warning him!
At this moment, every bit of magic power in his body was screaming wildly, urging Mike to fight back, because they knew very well that if he was really swallowed by the strange black, Mike would really die!
"what!"

Mike let out a loud roar, and he no longer held back at the critical moment. The cursed flame, which seemed real and illusory, suddenly burst out of his body after being enhanced by the elderberry wand, and completely turned the surrounding area into a world of fire!
The flames and darkness intertwined together, completely dividing the world into two halves. One side was the silent darkness, and the other side was the surging flames!

But although Grindelwald's darkness was powerful, its energy level was lower than Mike's cursed flame. So at the junction of fire and darkness, Mike's cursed flame completely gained the upper hand. The cursed power within it continued to advance forward with the support of the huge amount of magic power in Mike's body, dissolving the horrible darkness!

"So you, like that kid named Tom, have awakened multiple abilities, and they are pure yet advanced energies." Grindelwald was surprised and said with a wry smile, "You are really lucky to be favored by this world."

In the face of Grindelwald's words, Mike remained silent.

Now all his attention was focused on controlling the cursed flame, because he knew very well that although the darkness released by Grindelwald was lower than the curse power in energy level, its actual destructive power was far stronger than the curse power.

So although he has the upper hand now, it is not that easy.

Fortunately, Grindelwald is not in a completely victorious state now. Mike soon discovered this after fighting with him. The level of magic power in his body should be less than one-tenth of that in his heyday. But even so, the opponent has still been in a stalemate with him until now, and even made Mike feel a fatal threat at one point!
This is a monster!

It was really hard for Mike to imagine what the other party would be like in his heyday. With that terrifying dark power, destroying a city or a country would probably be an extremely easy thing for him, right?
Similarly, how terrifying must Dumbledore have been when he defeated Grindelwald?
The two of them, one light and one dark, complement and counteract each other, love and hate each other!

If the two of them join forces, I'm afraid that even if the Muggles make a desperate effort and use unlimited nuclear weapons, they won't be able to defeat them, right?
Thinking of this, Mike's face became even more ferocious, and the cursed flames around him became even more intense.

No matter how glorious and powerful the other party was in the past, that is all yesterday’s news!
My Lord, times have changed!
Today's battle!
He wants to win!
(End of this chapter)