A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 756 The Black Demon King and the White Demon King

Snapped!

William vanished from his spot, and at the same time, a sword appeared in his left hand, aiming for Grindelwald's forehead.

Compared to the carelessness of the Fallen Demon, Grindelwald was extremely cautious, or rather... he had extensive experience in fencing.

After all, Dumbledore was a master swordsman, and in that epic battle, both of them would have used every trick in the book, revealing all their hidden abilities.

Grindelwald was already a veteran of countless battles.

But he was still somewhat arrogant or overconfident, and didn't even bother to take out his wand, instead simply raising his left hand.

Grindelwald seemingly made a casual move, his slender body sliding a short distance to the right.

He narrowly escaped a fierce sword strike.

William used his left foot as a support point, raised his right leg, and delivered a powerful whip kick.

To fight this kind of old geezer, you have to rely on your physical strength... to bully him!

It felt a bit like the old man from the south village taking advantage of my weakness.

But Grindelwald was a seasoned fighter; he hunched over, dodging the attack while gently gripping his right hand.

The old man, his tattered gray robe billowing, cast a spell without a staff, stirring up a storm that resembled a dragon drawing water, and then smashed it towards William.

With a snap, William disappeared from his spot again and began to move on to another battlefield.

Grindelwald's eyes burned with fervor, and his icy body seemed to stir with excitement, Apparating in quick succession.

He hadn't fought such a fierce battle in decades.

Perfect timing, he can warm up before going to see "that person"!

Otherwise, this old geezer of mine would really look like a joke!

Hermione didn't follow; she knew perfectly well why William had left:

Those injured Aurors must be healed, not allowed to be caught in the crossfire of the battle.

Taking advantage of the moment the two left, Hermione rushed into the ruins to rescue the Aurors.

By the way, look for the "treasures" that Grigorovich didn't have time to take away and that haven't been destroyed yet.

She occasionally picks up bargains after being around William for a long time and being influenced by him.

Otherwise, where do all those strange and fantastical creatures in the safety chart come from?

William didn't go far, appearing on a small island covered with elderberry trees.

Before he could even land and steady himself, he brought two fingers together and quickly twirled his wand.

As soon as Grindelwald appeared in his apparition, a sharp spell appeared above his head.

A burst of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

The old man seemed to have anticipated this. He chuckled, raised his right hand, palm facing the sky, and unleashed a torrent of magical power.

A dazzling magical shield blocked the black mist, and a series of ear-piercing sounds exploded in the air.

William simply smiled.

In terms of combat experience... he's not bad either. He was chatting and laughing with Voldemort during the time loop!

Sure enough, the shield barrier lasted for less than a second before being completely corroded by the black mist.

William casually snapped his fingers.

The black mist transformed into a row of ferocious black eagles, their momentum like fire, pecking at the old man with their jaws.

Grindelwald didn't hold back, sneering, "I thought the phoenix was the ugliest, but it turns out there's something even uglier!"

He pressed down hard with both hands, and the wind and rain over the entire island froze and stopped.

Grindelwald clenched his fists suddenly, and a whip of water shot out from the lake, landing in his hands.

William took a step forward, and the black eagle's speed increased dramatically again.

The old man looked disdainful and took a small step back; the black eagle was no more than two meters from his neck.

The corrosive gas that burst forth stirred up the airflow, ruffling the two strands of white hair at his temples, which then fluttered backward.

Without the slightest panic, Grindelwald looked directly at William and laughed, "A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before an expert! Ha!"

This master of trash talk gripped the water whip tightly, flicked his wrist slightly, and the black eagle was struck from mid-air and fell into the water.

The black eagle skipped across the water like a pebble, creating ripples that were quickly swallowed by the waves, emitting a series of hissing sounds.

Grindelwald laughed arrogantly, as if he hadn't had such a good time in a long time.

He yanked hard on the water whip in his hand.

The entire lake rippled, the water level dropped sharply, and he even dragged half the lake water up with his bare hands and slammed it fiercely towards William.

William's eyes were indifferent. He could even touch Voldemort's mountain, let alone a pool of spring water.

His body remained completely still, while he gently flicked his wand.

As a large amount of magic was poured out, the elder trees planted by Grigovich sprang up from the ground.

The pink and white petals of the elderberry tree fall in the wind, creating a beautiful sight.

Dozens of elder trees streaked across the sky, whistling through the air.

They resembled giant crossbows, their dense barrage blocking sections of the water whip.

Under the violent attack, the island was torn apart by a chasm that gradually increased in both width and length.

The two disappeared at the same time, and William landed on a tree trunk floating on the water.

He took a light step, and the tree trunk beneath his feet receded toward the shore, like a small boat creating ripples.

He gazed at Grindelwald's gaunt figure but did not continue to make a move.

The brief encounter had already given him a new understanding of the first Dark Lord.

I originally thought Grindelwald was old and had fallen out of the top tier after decades of inactivity, but I didn't expect him to still be so strong.

Not to mention, he didn't use a wand at all from beginning to end.

Of course, even if he possesses a magic wand, it won't significantly enhance his combat abilities.

Having been imprisoned in Nurmengard for more than half a century, Grindelwald had no wand, and his ability to cast spells without a wand had been honed to its peak.

Not to mention William, even Dumbledore and Voldemort would find it hard to compare.

However, Grindelwald's weaknesses are also obvious.

He's too old, his body isn't up to par, he can't fight anymore... He can manage a short burst of power, but he can't sustain a long-term battle.

He's okay against ordinary Aurors, but compared to Dumbledore and Voldemort, his true strength is far inferior.

Just as William was assessing the Dark Lord's strength, Grindelwald's eyes narrowed slightly.

He left Nurmengard last night and returned to the world, learning about some of the major events that have happened over the years.

The young wizard in front of us and the witch from before have undoubtedly been at the height of their fame in recent years.

After a brief exchange, Grindelwald knew that Stark's strength was abnormal...too strong!

Does he possess a Deathly Hallows?

The Deathly Hallows... The mere thought of that word caused Grindelwald immense pain.

Elderflower petals, torn and scattered by magic, danced in the sky.

He casually picked up a few petals in front of him and put them in his mouth to chew.

Bitter...but also with an unforgettable aftertaste.

Just like his absurd and lonely life.

William frowned as he watched Grindelwald suddenly become dejected and lose his will to fight, then put away his wand.

He hesitated, wondering whether to convey Dumbledore's words.

Just as he was about to speak, Grindelwald suddenly asked in a hoarse voice:

"Is he alright?"

"fine."

"That's good."

The conversation ended very simply. Yet, William tasted a bitter flavor in his mouth.

The wind and rain in the air finally subsided, and rain began to fall on the old man's head and shoulders.

He was hunched over, and seemed a little cold.

For no apparent reason, William suddenly thought:

"Grindelwald probably needs Dumbledore's wool socks."

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