Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 172 The Tragedy of Reality and Illusion
As Dumbledore and Grindelwald approached, the castle wailing in the flames continued to grow larger in their field of vision.

The flames came closer, and the raging flames roared and transformed into various legendary creatures, which continued to roar in the Hogwarts castle and destroy this thousand-year-old city.

Holding up the magic shield with difficulty, Grindelwald never thought that one day he would have the opportunity to use the power of the Elder Wand again, but he didn't think too much about it.

Being able to fight alongside Dumbledore once was enough for him.

Looking at the view ahead that was covered by flames, Grindelwald turned his head and found that the road they came from had begun to become blurred. They were still in the room of the castle, but they seemed to have entered another space.

What is this and why does it feel so familiar?

His brows were deeply furrowed. Although it was the first time that Grindelwald encountered such a strange scene, for some reason, he always felt that this power was unusually familiar.

It was as if he had come across it somewhere before.

The magic shield blocked all the raging flames around. Dumbledore stared at the illusory Hogwarts. Every tree and blade of grass there was very familiar to him.

But at this moment, all those beautiful things in his past memories were swallowed by flames.

As they got closer to Hogwarts, in addition to the traces of burning flames, slowly, bursts of shrill screams also appeared in the ears of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"No, no, don't hurt them."

Dumbledore's eyes reflected a horrific scene. In the castle, he saw students in panic, crying and surrounded by flames. The whole world was in despair.

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, Grindelwald turned his head sharply, and then he also saw the scene that was like hell on earth.

The students' faces could no longer be seen clearly, as if a barrier was covering their identities, and even their voices made it impossible to accurately identify them.

But Grindelwald could feel that those voices were so familiar, as familiar as a group of old friends whose names he could not remember.

"Stop, don't hurt them."

Dumbledore eagerly quickened his pace. He continuously released his magic power, trying to expand his magical shield, but as soon as he made a move, he was stopped by Grindelwald.

"No, Albus, this is an illusion!" Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's shoulders and shouted sternly.

He was too familiar with his talent, this talent, which was similar to that of a natural prophet, always allowed him to see some images of the future.

But Grindelwald has been through so much, and he has long understood that the image of the future is ultimately just an image, a breathtaking illusion that cannot be affected by external forces.

Dumbledore also thought of the Mirror of Erised in a trance. He knew very well how serious the consequences would be if he rashly entered these dangerous illusions.

But as he watched the thick smoke rising into the sky and countless students screaming and wailing in the flames, Dumbledore still looked a little hesitant.

"Do you think these flames are really an illusion? I can't let that guy hurt my students."

"This is just a fragment, a dream that contains fragments of the future. It is not real." Grindelwald shouted.

"Then at least let me see this scene more clearly." Dumbledore gritted his teeth, raised the Elder Wand again, and together with Grindelwald, he erected a huge magical protective shield.

At this moment, a tall and burly figure ran out from the flames. He looked as if he had encountered some extreme terror. Although his face could not be seen, one could still sense the fear in him.

Countless fire snakes came from behind him, soon caught up with his footsteps, and gradually spread from his feet, trying to devour him.

The burly figure struggled to stretch out his hand, heading in the direction of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"No, don't hurt him." Seeing this, Dumbledore once again tried his best to move forward, trying to cover him in the magic shield.

However, Grindelwald suddenly noticed that the flames around him had become increasingly fierce, even to the point where they were burning and distorting the surrounding space.

"We should go, Albus!" Grindelwald said quickly, grabbing Dumbledore's arm.

"I want to save him, even if it's just him." Dumbledore stared blankly at the burly figure who was reaching out to him, his heart seemed to be pulled hard by someone.

"No, Dumbledore, we have to leave."

Sensing that the space around him was becoming increasingly unstable, Grindelwald immediately made what he thought was the most correct decision. However, this time, Dumbledore did not respond, but directly answered him with his own actions.

Dumbledore was seen holding the Elder Wand tightly in one hand, and stretching out his other hand suddenly, struggling towards the tall figure, as if he wanted to grab the other person.

But it was this action that instantly caused the accelerated collapse of space.

For no apparent reason, the Fiendfyre suddenly started burning on Dumbledore's outstretched fingers. In just a few seconds, his fingers were charred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flames appeared out of thin air in the magic shield. This scene not only scared Grindelwald, but even Su Ze couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Come on!"

Grindelwald roared, and then regardless of Dumbledore's resistance, he forcefully pulled him in the direction he came from.

"Save me. Ahhhh please save me."

In the illusion, the huge figure was completely swallowed by the fire snake. His screams echoed in Dumbledore's ears, causing him great torment in his heart.

"Please save me, Professor."

"I want to save him." Dumbledore seemed to be talking to himself.

"You can't save him, Albus!"

Grindelwald suddenly grabbed the Elder Wand with both hands, and the surging magic power instantly tore apart the illusion around him.

"professor--!!"

Chi! ! !
A blinding light instantly filled Dumbledore's vision, and at that moment, all the scenes were moving away from him at a very fast speed.

Hogwarts, the flames, everything seemed to be quickly pulled away by some force, like a roller coaster going backwards.

A sudden feeling of dizziness rushed into Dumbledore's mind, and the next moment, he and Grindelwald were blasted out by the huge repulsive force, and fell heavily to the ground, knocking both of them unconscious.

Grindelwald groaned in pain, but he had no time to check his own condition. Instead, he immediately turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Albus, how are you?"

Dumbledore, on the other hand, seemed to be in a daze at this moment, staring blankly at the intact wall with an extremely complicated expression, and even a little red in his eyes.

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream. Dumbledore breathed heavily and felt that his spirit had suffered great damage.

Grindelwald quickly came to Dumbledore and looked into his eyes with concern.

"Gellert" After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore's eyes finally showed some light. He slowly moved his gaze and murmured softly, "Just now, were those all illusions?"

Hearing this, Grindelwald frowned deeply.

He was not sure of the answer to this question because he had never experienced a similar situation before. He could not even explain what had just happened to the two of them.

After a moment's silence, Grindelwald spoke in a hoarse voice.

"We may all be wrong, Albus."

Hearing this, Dumbledore raised his head in confusion, waiting for Grindelwald's next words.

Grindelwald slowly stretched out his hand and carefully placed it on Dumbledore's fingertips that had been burnt by the flames.

"You are right to worry. This world may really have some power that we have never seen before, and it can directly harm reality from the illusion. This fire..."

"I'm afraid it has already caught fire."

(End of this chapter)