Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Dumbledore's tomb looks similar to the Ravenclaw tomb in the Masonic Secrets, both are made of a huge block of marble.

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

In front of the tomb is a similarly snow-white tombstone, which reads in ancient Latin:

When I was young, I dreamed of changing the world; when I matured, I found that I could not change the world, so I shortened my vision and decided to only change my country; when I entered my twilight years, I found that I could not. To be able to change our country, my last wish is just to change my successor; but that seems to have failed. As I lie in bed now, dying, I suddenly realize: If I just change my successor at the beginning By myself, then, I might change my family; with the help and encouragement of my family, I might do something for the country; and then, who knows? I might even change 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 around, and saw an old man with silver-white hair and two 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. The dark brown deerskin shoes under his feet were worn almost to the bottom, and the black windbreaker on his body was also in tatters.

Mike hesitated for a moment and then handed over the wine bottle in his hand.

The old man was unprepared for Mike. He took the bottle and drank it all in one breath. Then he took a long breath and burped:

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

Mike didn't reply.

And the old man didn't care. He picked up the empty wine bottle and tapped the tombstone behind him, and said to Mike:

"How's it going? Isn't this guy's epitaph pretty good? Haha, this guy is always so sentimental. If it were me, I would never write an epitaph. I wouldn't even hold a funeral, so A large group of people crying around their own bodies is really ridiculous!"

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

His movements were gentle and his expression was sincere, as if he was stroking his lover's face.

Looking at the old man stroking the tombstone under the moonlight, Mike still remained silent.

He just looked at the other person with an expressionless expression, his movements were relaxed and natural, seemingly unprepared, but the elder wand appeared in his hand without knowing when.

The moonlight shone on the wand, reflecting a strange purple light.

"Oh? He actually gave 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 it weren't for the phoenix on hand, he would only choose The master you like will also give it to you, right?"

Mike still didn't speak.

This seemed to anger the other party. The old man suddenly frowned and said dissatisfied:

"Hey, didn't Dumbledore teach you social etiquette? This is your attitude when your elders are talking to you? Do you know who I am?"

"Gellert Grindelwald."

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

That's right, the old man appearing in front of Mike at this moment is the first-generation Dark Lord who put the whole of Europe in fear decades ago - Grindelwald!

Mike recognized him the first time he saw him, his heterochromatic pupils were so conspicuous.

To be honest, I'm not surprised at all that he came to Mike.

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

Grindelwald was just fulfilling his promise to Dumbledore and imprisoning himself.

Now that his old friend has died, he will definitely come to express his condolences.

But Mike really didn't expect that the other party would hide here specifically, waiting for his arrival.

The visitor is not good!

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

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

But soon, he realized that he might have overreacted.

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

You must know that 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 beat you, especially if you still have an elder wand in your hand!

Besides, the other party has been imprisoned for many years, so how much real fighting ability does it have?

You know, in the original book, Voldemort killed him easily!

But no matter what, things still have to be made clear.

With this in mind, the elder wand that had been raised in Mike's hand lowered it again. He looked at Grindelwald and said seriously:

"I'm sorry, but Dumbledore's death is inevitable."

"I know, I know everything." Grindelwald said with a carefree smile, "Dumbledore has already written to me. He always said in his letters what a great young man you are, although it still seems a little bit...

It's extreme, but with a little guidance, we can achieve great things in the future. We can even do things that we couldn't do at the beginning... change the world.

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

, because it is his own choice."

After saying this, Grindelwald stood up holding on to 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 slightly trembling.

But in the end, he stood up straight and faced Mike.

It was only then that Mike discovered that the other party was actually taller than him. His height was almost 1.9 meters, which was almost the same as Dumbledore.

And then, a rebellious smile suddenly appeared on the other party's face that looked criss-crossed under the moonlight!

He pointed his finger at Mike and roared:

"My brother is dead! He will never live again! Do you know how strong the anger is in my heart? Ah? Mike Townley, although Dumbledore asked me not to blame you, but he will not go

No matter what! You know, I am

——Gellert Grindelwald!”

"Boom!"

Along with a muffled sound, Mike felt a strong suction coming from Grindelwald's body, and then, the surrounding scene changed dramatically.

The dark woods, the black lake shining silver under the moonlight, and the bright Hogwarts Castle all disappeared, replaced by a red-yellow desert!

'A secret realm?'

Looking at the surrounding scene, Mike quickly made a judgment.

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

"Pfft!"

A large ball of transparent liquid was sprayed out.

This strange transparent liquid seems to have some kind of special magic power. It actually ignites when exposed to light, turning into a fire dragon in mid-air and flying towards Mike!

But how could this flame be seen by Mike?

Facing the massive fire dragon, not only did Mike's face not show any panic, but the corners of his mouth even slightly raised.

He waved the elder wand in his hand slightly, and the long string of fire dragons shrank suddenly under his control, turning into a ball of fire and floating beside him.

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

Immediately afterwards, there was a salvo.

"boom!"

An explosion sounded from the desert, and all those attacks repeated the same mistake as the previous flame spray, turning into balls of crimson 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 this ultra-high temperature and begins to crystallize.

But there was nothing strange about Mike, who was in the center of the seat. He reached out and gently flicked the yellow sand off his shoulders, and said slowly to Grindelwald, who was standing in the distance:

"It seems that Dumbledore didn't tell you about my abilities. Give up. Fire is ineffective against me."

"Oh? What about this move?"

Grindelwald raised the corners of his mouth slightly, flicked the black wand in his hand, and a surging magic power rose into the air, turning into countless dark green beams of light in mid-air and flying towards Mike.

At this moment, the flames floating around Mike suddenly condensed, forming 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 boom!"

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

When the smoke gradually dissipated, they saw that Mike was already surrounded by craters, and the bottoms of some craters were covered with colorful crystals, with faint flames burning above.

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

"It's useless. No matter how exquisitely you use this ordinary level spell, it can't hurt me at all." 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 this.”

"Ha! What a shameless brat!"

Grindelwald laughed loudly and pointed his wand to the sky.

Then, a large mass of extremely viscous black liquid exuding a dark aura spurted out from the sight of his staff, and began to spread around in a weird posture that violated gravity.

Moreover, this black liquid flows extremely fast and is extremely destructive. Everything in its path is annihilated. Everything is either eroded or swallowed by it. In a short time, most of the areas in Mike's field of vision are covered by it.

The area has been completely covered by darkness, turning into a lightless dark world, and even the originally extremely hot sunlight above its head has dimmed at this moment.

There was a stinging sensation between Mike's eyebrows!

This is the spiritual power in his body warning him!

At this moment, every trace of magic in his body was screaming crazily, urging Mike to start fighting back, because they knew very well that if he was really swallowed by the weird black, Mike would really die!

"ha!"

Mike let out a loud shout, and he no longer held back at the critical moment. The seemingly real and illusory cursed inflammation suddenly emerged from his body after being strengthened by the elder wand, completely turning his surroundings into a

World of Fire!

Flames and darkness were intertwined, 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 is powerful, it is lower in energy level than Mike's Cursed Flame. So at the intersection of flame and darkness, Mike's Cursed Flame completely takes over, and the power of the curse within it is in Mike's body.

With the support of a huge amount of magic power, it continues to move forward, melting the terrifying darkness!

"It turns out that you, like the kid named Tom, have awakened a variety of abilities, and it's still this kind of pure but advanced energy." Seeing this, a trace of surprise flashed across Grindelwald's face, and he said with a wry smile, "You

I'm really lucky to be so favored by this world."

Faced with Grindelwald's words, Mike remained silent.

Now all his mind is focused on controlling the Flame of the Curse, because he knows very well that although the darkness released by Grindelwald is lower in energy level than the power of the curse, it is not as destructive in real terms.

Far stronger than the power of the curse.

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

Fortunately, Grindelwald is not in a state of complete victory now. Mike soon discovered this after fighting with him. The level of magic in his body should be less than one-tenth of what it was in its heyday. But even so, the opponent

He is still in a stalemate with himself until now, and even once made Mike feel a fatal threat!

This is simply a monster!

It was really hard for Mike to imagine what the other party would be like in its heyday. With that terrifying power of darkness, it would be extremely easy for him to destroy a city or a country, right?

In the same way, how terrifying Dumbledore must have been when he defeated Grindelwald?

The two of them are one light and one dark, living in harmony with each other, falling in love and killing each other!

If the two of them join forces, I am afraid that even if the Muggles are desperate and use unlimited nuclear weapons, they will not be able to defeat them, right?

Thinking like this, Mike's face became more ferocious, and at the same time, the cursed flames around him became more intense.

No matter how glorious and powerful the other party was in the past, it is all yesterday's news!

Sir! Times have changed!

Today’s battle!

He wants to win!