Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

It has a slightly sloping cone shape from top to bottom.

Eric and Grindelwald, who had been freed from control, stood atop the platform, looking down at them.

"what!!!"

Just as Rozier was staring blankly at the platform, she heard a scream from behind her.

Ekron, who had just escaped death, was not so lucky this time.

Aekron was grabbed by two enormous hands at the same time, his upper and lower body held firmly in their grasp.

Then, gently pull your palms in opposite directions.

And just like that, Ekron was instantly severed at the waist.

Blood was spilled all over the ground.

Besides Hilarozir, two other dark wizards witnessed this scene.

They both let out a desperate cry at the same time.

One of the dark wizards had somehow taken out his flying broom and was riding it into the sky.

At this point, he had completely lost the courage to confront Eric.

The giant hands were firmly rooted to the ground, proving ineffective at intercepting targets in the air.

Upon seeing this, the black wizard's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

He couldn't stay in one place and Apparate; that would be suicide. Before he could Apparate away, the giant hand had already torn him to pieces.

But if we can leave here by flying, it's not so bad.

At least he survived.

Just as he was secretly pleased, he heard his companion shout from the ground, "Watch out!"

Be careful about what?

Before the dark wizard could react, he felt a strong burning sensation coming from behind him.

He turned around and found that a huge fireball had appeared behind him without him noticing.

The fireball was about ten meters in diameter, radiating heat in the sky and scorching the surrounding air.

What's most terrifying is that the fireball travels at an extremely high speed, at least faster than his flying broom.

There is no way to avoid it.

With a deafening roar, the black wizard riding his flying broom was engulfed by the fireball. He was enveloped inside the fireball and swept away like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

On the high platform, Eric flicked his wand, watching the fireball disappear on the horizon, and said to Grindelwald beside him, "We should go."

Chapter 182 The winner and the loser

Grindelwald's expression was quite amused as he looked at Eric and said, "I am indeed getting old. I didn't expect there to be a wizard like you in the wizarding world today. How old are you? Which school do you go to? What year are you in?"

"Hogwarts, you'll start your second year."

"Dumbledore didn't try to recruit you? You couldn't possibly go unnoticed by him."

“He tried, but I didn’t like his approach, so I refused.”

“Heh, he’s still the same hypocrite.” Grindelwald gave a mocking smile. “So, are you interested in coming with me? Now that things have come to this, I have no way to go back to Nurmengard.”

Eric chuckled, “Excuse me, Mr. Grindelwald, you seem to have misunderstood your situation. I’m not interested in you, but I am very interested in what’s inside you.”

“In other words, you are of no use to me,” Eric said.

Eric was referring to another fragment of Grindelwald's soul power.

Grindelwald laughed and said, "If this were fifty years ago, you would already be a corpse if you dared to talk to me like that."

“Oh? Is that so?” Eric said. “Unfortunately, you don’t have the final say here.”

Grindelwald was about to continue answering when suddenly he began to cough violently, bending over and coughing up clumps of dark red blood and foam.

Below the platform, Hilar Rozier and the dark wizards she brought with her were still struggling to survive and escape Eric's magical control.

Before Eric and Grindelwald could exchange more than a few words, another person died from Eric's magic, and the rest were exhausted from running for their lives.

Occasionally, one or two spells would be cast in Eric's direction.

However, they were all repelled by the enormous hand that reappeared in front of Eric, posing no threat whatsoever.

In contrast, the high platform was like a peaceful utopia, with only Eric and Grindelwald having a quiet conversation.

Eric watched as Grindelwald coughed for a while before recovering. He wiped his mouth with a calm expression and said, "Take it if you want it, if you can get it out of your hands."

"Are you alright?" Eric asked Grindelwald with interest.

Grindelwald said calmly, "I'm used to it. Where are you taking me?"

Eric thought for a moment and said, "Go stop Voldemort from rising again? They delayed me for so long just to prevent me from getting there in time, didn't they? They should be very surprised to see me."

"But they succeeded."

“Yes, it worked. At least it kept me occupied,” Eric laughed.

After speaking, Eric looked at the chaotic scene below the platform and asked, "What are your thoughts on them?"

Grindelwald sneered and said, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. Compared to you, they are the weaker ones. Since they are the weaker ones, they should be aware of that."

"Well said, as expected of the former Dark Lord. Please wait a moment, I'll leave them some more gifts."

Eric raised his hands again, waving his wand in circles in the air.

A blazing fireball reappeared in the air in front of Eric.

Unlike the fireball that appeared last time, the fireball that Eric summoned this time had a more eerie color.

Amidst the crimson light, there were interspersed patches of thick, dark light and shadow.

"Fierce flames raged."

Eric pulled his wand, and the fireball lengthened, transforming into the shape of an animal's head.

Next came its body, and then its wings.

A moment later, a giant dragon formed from flames appeared before Eric.

As the flames coalesced into the shape of a giant dragon, they also continued to accumulate and expand.

In the end, the dragon's size almost covered the entire cemetery.

The blazing flames shone brightly in the air like a sun, sweeping away the darkness in the cemetery.

The fire dragon roared in the air, and without waiting for Eric's command, it swooped down and pounced on the nearest black wizard.

The dragon flapped its massive wings, stirring up waves of heat and bringing with it the aura of death.

“Alright, let’s go.” Eric nodded in satisfaction and put his hand on Grindelwald’s shoulder.

Then, amidst Hilario's despairing gaze, Eric Apparated away with Grindelwald.

Before leaving, the fire dragon that Eric summoned had already pounced on the ground.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the cemetery.

However, all of this was no longer relevant to Eric and Grindelwald.

Chapter 183 Voldemort Arrives!

For Voldemort, time is the most important thing right now.

Let's rewind to before Eric took Grindelwald away from the cemetery.

Voldemort, who had been taken away by the Death Eaters, was nearing his limit.

The Voldemort we know now only has the body of an infant.

Voldemort possesses Horcruxes, and he will not truly die until all of them are destroyed.

However, this infant-like body was also visibly weak.

Voldemort's soul contained immense magical power and countless pieces of knowledge about dark magic, but he was unable to use them due to his physical disability.

He couldn't even take care of himself, let alone use magic.

Voldemort's physical condition is now far worse than Grindelwald's.

When Eric and Dumbledore talk about "resurrection," they are referring more to Voldemort regaining his powers.

And that's exactly what Voldemort is doing now.

To regain his physical body and power, Voldemort needs to use a very obscure form of dark magic.

Three items are needed to cast this dark magic spell.

They are the bones of the father, the flesh of the servant, and the blood of the enemy.

Voldemort certainly wouldn't place all his hopes on successfully killing Eric.

Eric was never the resurrection material he most desired.

Voldemort's true enemies were only two.

Dumbledore, and Harry Potter.

If the trap set for Eric succeeds, that would be great, as Voldemort could use Eric's blood to resurrect himself.

But if he fails, it might not be a bad thing for Voldemort.

For him, this meant it was time to implement the second plan.

That is, right now.

After his failed attempt to trap Eric in collaboration with Hilarious Rozier's forces, Voldemort used his Death Eaters to help him escape the cemetery.

Their destination, on the contrary, was the camp outside the Quidditch pitch where Eric had just been before he touched the Portkey.

Voldemort is going there to find someone.

A house-elf named Sparkle.