Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 361 One Man Forms an Army!

"Is this how you came up with the idea to end me? A wizard duel?"

Dumbledore's voice had become incredibly cold and stern, and he slowly raised the ancient and powerful wand in his hand.

But he still didn't completely point the finger at Grindelwald: "Fifty years ago, when you still possessed this wand, you couldn't defeat me; and now not only is this wand in my hands, but you yourself have been sitting in the tower for over fifty years, while during this time I defeated another Dark Lord whose strength was no less than yours... Or are you planning to call a few more people to come at me?"

"Don't you have any self-awareness about your own situation, Albus?"

Seeing Dumbledore struggling to stay upright, Grindelwald couldn't help but sneer. "That phoenix that could only die for you once is temporarily unusable, the previous magic has already drained more than half of your energy, and now you've been poisoned by Karkaroff... I personally concocted that poison. As for its effects, I think you're the one who knows best, aren't you?"

"I gave you the Elder Wand, but took away your phoenix and some of your power... That's fair. We're still on equal footing now, Albus."

"……OK."

Dumbledore had now fully straightened up, as if his previous exhaustion and weakness had never existed. He no longer appeared as the kind and approachable old man, but had reverted to the incredibly powerful and domineering great wizard who had personally ended two generations of Dark Lords, whose influence spanned all of Europe and even the world—a truly awe-inspiring figure. An unstoppable aura subtly surrounded him: "Then let me see what progress you've made in these fifty years, Gellert!"

"That's what I've been waiting for!" With Grindelwald's sharp shout, two oceans of flame, one red and one blue, instantly divided the entire arena in two, colliding violently in the middle like giant waves. With a dizzying roar, a massive wall of flame tens of meters high rose up, temporarily separating Dumbledore and Grindelwald's vision and almost cutting the entire battlefield in half!

But that wasn't enough. Soon, an army clad in armor slowly emerged from the red flames. They seemed unafraid of the burning flames, wielding swords and bows, charging fearlessly toward the area of ​​blue flames—it was none other than Dumbledore's most proficient Transfiguration army!

Grindelwald, naturally, was not to be outdone. With a wave of his wand, monsters formed from the blue flames began to emerge, clashing with Dumbledore's Transfiguration army. Meanwhile, curses and dark magic unleashed by Dumbledore and Grindelwald themselves began to fly towards the opposing side.

In an instant, powerful and deadly magical attacks permeated every corner, forming a meat grinder of spells that mercilessly devoured the shapeshifting creations of both sides. But in the unseen realms, the danger was a thousand times greater—an invisible war of curses had already begun silently in the air, and the previously fortified and impenetrable underground had now become a second battlefield for both sides…

The firepower and destruction unleashed by just two old men in this area was no less than that of a real, all-out wizard war!

As for Karkaroff and Barty Crouch Jr., they had already wisely retreated to a more distant location, joining forces to erect protective magic around themselves. However, the defense constructed by the two powerful wizards quickly became shaky under the aftershocks of Grindelwald's magic, forcing them to increase the strength of their defenses.

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"Grindelwald is actually that strong..."

While struggling to maintain his defenses, Little Barty couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine: 'This strength is probably no less than his master's back then, right? And this is after he lost that powerful wand and sat in seclusion in the tower for over fifty years... How terrifying must he have been at his peak?!'

"Dumbledore seems to be having a tough time... It seems Grindelwald won't have had much trouble defeating him. I was hoping to snatch that powerful wand after their battle, but now it seems best to be more conservative..."

"How have you regressed so much, Albus?!"

Amidst a sea of ​​fire mingled with red and blue, Grindelwald's arrogant voice echoed throughout the underwater space: "Could a mere decade or so of peace have softened your bones? Or has spending every day with a bunch of kids gradually robbed you of your will to fight?"

No sound came from the other side of the wall of fire, but the crimson flames surged even more fiercely, seemingly representing Dumbledore's last shred of defiance—but that was all. Under the relentless pressure of the blue flames controlled by Grindelwald, the red flames, which had initially been evenly matched, were now being suppressed and gradually weakened, barely managing to hold onto a small corner, and were still shrinking...

It seems that the previous exertion and poisoning had a remarkable effect—Dumbledore, who was able to defeat Grindelwald with the Elder Wand fifty years ago, has now been suppressed to this extent!

……

Three thousand feet away from the battlefield between the two, on the shores of Lake Durmstrang.

The screen made of mist continued to play whatever was happening in the underwater space, completely disregarding the shock those images would bring to the people on the shore.

On the screen, red and blue flames had already filled the entire scene, within which countless soldiers and monsters were engaged in fierce combat. Various never-before-seen spells intertwined in the air, effortlessly shattering the enemy's shapeshifting creations with incredible precision, and continuing their advance towards the enemy's leader, only to be neutralized by various strange and powerful methods. Strange and bizarre magic spells also occasionally appeared on the ground, but without exception, they were all quickly burned away by the flames…

If it weren't for the fact that the blue flames were gradually encroaching on the space occupied by the red flames over time, the students wouldn't even be able to tell which flame had the upper hand, and many professors were in the same boat...

"Dumbledore is about to lose."

Among the spectators, Baron's left hand had already subtly clenched—in fact, after witnessing it all unfold before his eyes, he was less nervous than before. Dumbledore's defeat was already part of his assigned plan, so now he only needed to focus on one thing…

"The principal is about to collapse!"

He suddenly pointed at the screen and shouted anxiously, startling his classmates. Then he pulled out the mysterious key and stuck it into the ground: "We can't help if we stay here, and they'll probably come after us after they're done... I have an alchemy device for escaping, come with me!"

As he spoke, he turned the key forcefully, successfully opening an exquisite door on the ground. On the other side of the door lay the lobby of Nobiridge University, a place Avada had once frequented…

(End of this chapter)