The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 250 Another Clash with the Magician

"hiss……"

The wizards watching gasped in astonishment, while the magician, with his amiable expression, left an impression of being an elegant and cool gentleman.

Who would have thought that the magician would kill his six teammates with whom he had spent every day!

Ruthless and insane!

The wizards' gazes toward the magician changed.

The Auror Director of the Canadian Ministry of Magic stepped forward and roared at the magician: "You're under arrest, you murderer! You must be very happy today for destroying the stadium and killing wizards, huh? Meeting me is your misfortune!"

"Your Ministry of Magic Auror is hereby arrested—no trial required, death penalty!"

"Shut up!"

The magician raised his wand and gently tapped it on the Auror Director. The Auror Director's mouth immediately seemed to be sewn shut, unable to open, and he could only make "ooh" sounds.

"Destroying the stadium and killing the wizard can't be attributed to me. Those saints did the good work, and you should go and settle accounts with Grindelwald."

"Oh no!"

"Ahhhhh—"

Upon hearing Grindelwald's name, the crowd erupted into chaos, emitting a cacophony of noises mixed with hysterical screams.

Grindelwald swept across Europe for twenty years, his infamous reputation leaving a legacy of fear and harm that has yet to fade from the wizarding world.

The high-ranking officials from various countries, protected by the Canadian Auror, exchanged glances and reached a tacit consensus: Grindelwald must pay the price.

That old guy is locked up in Nurmengard now, it would be best if he died!

The concerns of the Ministry of Magic officials were not unfounded. Three or four decades had passed since Grindelwald's time, yet his men remained as ruthless and insane as ever.

Officials began to worry that Grindelwald might have been rescued from Nurmengardry!

Where did Dumbledore go?

Only Dumbledore can stop Grindelwald!

The panicked wizards began searching for Dumbledore, hoping to catch a glimpse of the White Wizard's tall figure and long beard.

People saw a flash of golden light, and a phoenix flew towards the stands, circling above the magician's head.

"It's Fox!"

"Phoenix Fox!"

"It's Professor Dumbledore's Fawkes!"

The Hogwarts students shouted excitedly.

Everyone was happy; everyone knew that Fawkes was a symbol of Dumbledore.

Only the magician was agitated.

The phoenix symbolizes good fortune and hope; its appearance diminishes the darkness in people's hearts.

The rate at which the Fallen Raven absorbs dark power slows down.

It seems we need to delay a little longer!

The magician thought helplessly, "Moriarty is already troublesome enough, and with Dumbledore added to the mix, I'm afraid we can't escape today."

Suddenly he remembered what the BOSS had said.

"Death is eternal life!"

Death is eternal life!

A strange light flashed in the magician's eyes. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and raised his hand to shoot a spell at Fox above his head!

"Flames are raging!"

A pillar of fire as thick as a thigh shot into the sky, transforming into a raven that swooped down on Fox.

Fox let out a cry, and Dumbledore Appeared in front of the Magician.

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and Dumbledore raised his right hand, which held the Elder Wand, and aimed it at Fireraven.

"Phoenix Dance!"

The Phoenix of Light and Shadow reappeared, spinning as it flew toward the Fire Crow. The two fierce birds fought in the air, and Fox watched with great interest, occasionally letting out a joyful cry.

The magician stared warily at Dumbledore. "Are you going to start a war, Dumbledore? My target has always been Moriarty."

"Your words are an insult to Grindelwald, so you'd better put down your wand and face judgment."

"Dumbledore said calmly, a sharp glint in his eyes."

Moriarty glanced at Dumbledore with considerable interest.

As expected of Grindelwald, Dumbledore will not let Grindelwald suffer an injustice.

Thinking about it, it makes sense; Poland's attack on Haprose was probably unrelated to Grindelwald.

Given Grindelwald's grand ambition, he wouldn't announce his return to the world with a single attack.

The magician scoffed. "So you want to arrest me and convict Grindelwald, is that it? Don't even think about it!"

The wand suddenly pointed at Moriarty, and the magician roared menacingly, "Claw of Darkness!"

Dark elemental magic was activated, and the ground beneath Moriarty's feet suddenly transformed into a black skeletal hand, its five fingers closing like a cage!

"Moriarty!" Lilith exclaimed.

Moriarty swung his staff, creating a streak of silver light, and wind elemental magic surged into the air, whipping up whirlwinds!

"Click, click!"

The whirlwind was like a knife, breaking bones one by one.

Dumbledore pointed his Elder Wand at the broken bones, creating a forest of bones that swept over the magician.

"It seems you've taken my words to heart." The Magician glanced at Dumbledore and sneered, "To fight both of you simultaneously, I wonder if it's an honor for me or a disgrace for you!"

"Immediately imprison them!"

Dumbledore didn't want to waste words with the magician; he was determined to capture him alive.

A thick, pillar-like rope shot out from the tip of the elder's staff, flying incredibly fast toward the magician's head.

The magician, chilled to the bone, clasped his hands together, gripping his wand, and gritted his teeth as he shouted the spell's name: "Lament of the Dead!"

Dark elemental magic transformed into a shadow that darted wildly through the air, causing the stadium lights to flicker and creating a sense of eeriness, foreboding, fear, and confusion in people's hearts.

"Ugh!"

A low, lonely sigh echoed from the air.

The wizards froze on the spot, their eyes glazed over, their faces filled with sorrow.

The most painful experiences, the most shameful memories, and the darkest periods of my life flashed through my mind like a movie playing on a loop.

"Ah—ahhh!"

Loud screams erupted, as if they were about to commit suicide at any moment!

Wizards with strong mental power are somewhat better off.

A struggle appeared on their faces as they clenched their teeth, recalling happy and joyful things to resist the negative effects of lamentation.

Wizards with poor mental strength and weak willpower staggered and were on the verge of fainting; some even had nosebleeds.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

Two more sighs rang out; Dumbledore had fallen victim to the attack.

No one knows what he remembered, but with his eyes closed, he staggered forward and fell to the ground.

His face was twitching, as if he were asleep, having a terrible nightmare.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing Dumbledore's flustered state, the magician burst into laughter. Even the most powerful white wizard in history couldn't withstand dark elemental magic, so who could stop him!

Moriarty?

The magician looked toward the stands and found that the spot where Moriarty and Lilith had been standing was empty.

"In the sky!" The magician remembered that Moriarty could fly, and looked up sharply, only to see Moriarty holding Lilith in one arm and raising the Slytherin staff high in the other.

"Sharp sword! Whirlwind slash!"

Moriarty combined Slytherin family magic with wind magic, achieving a magical effect greater than the sum of its parts.

Layers of sharp whirlwinds enveloped the blade as it whistled down, the flashing light seemingly tearing the air apart.

"brush!"

With a swing of the staff, twenty massive wind blades slashed towards the magician!

The speed was so fast that the magician did not have time to use Apparition, and in order to continue casting the spell "Lament of the Dead", the magician had to keep his hands clasped together.

Just as the two wind blades at the front were about to sever his arms, the magician turned around and used his back to block the wind blades.

"Thump! Thump!"

Two wind blades struck the magician's back, spurting out two jets of blood.

The magician coughed up a mouthful of blood, realizing that he had been too reckless in choosing to take the wind blade with his own body.

The wind blade struck his back, and the raging wind elemental magic relentlessly penetrated his flesh, leaving a deep wound that had reached his bone and damaged his internal organs!

"Ahem. Moriarty... why aren't you affected by 'Lamentation'?"

The magician's aura weakened, which puzzled him. He didn't know that the Alchemy Matrix had protected Moriarty's mental power very well.

But none of that mattered anymore. The magician weakly raised his head and saw more wind blades flying towards him. He was powerless to dodge them.

"BOSS!" The magician roared into the sky with his last ounce of strength, "You said that death is eternal life!!! Today, I will go to hell to witness it with my own eyes!"

But Moriarty—I have a great gift for you, for all of you!

The three mournful cries of the dead stirred up dark memories and negative emotions hidden deep within the wizards' hearts.

The fallen raven, like a glutton, greedily swallowed it.

A glint of malice flashed in the magician's eyes, his expression crazed, and he roared, "Sleeping spirits, embrace the darkness and become our power—Fallen Raven! Now!"

My boss drafted me tonight, so it's a bit late. Please don't mind.

(End of this chapter)