The duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald should have started for a while.
The entire Department of Mysteries appeared to be in a mess, full of tatters and serious damage.
The restrictions set by the Ministry of Magic are useless to both of them, as if they are riddled with holes. It seems that coming and going here is just a piece of cake, as long as you figure out the location, Apparation is a breeze.
For others, the spell of Disapparation seems extremely difficult just to master.
Dumbledore flashed out of the large marble fireplace, the blue-green flames quickly disappeared and dissipated, and the tall, hale and hearty old man quickly pulled away from it, and then disappeared again.
Only a blurry afterimage was left behind.
Grindelwald, on the other hand, suddenly appeared from behind a dark door, and then disappeared suddenly. A gray fog followed him closely, surrounding him, making it impossible to see his true face clearly.
The confrontation between the two of them was barely visible to the naked eye.
In fact, Grindelwald had already trimmed his messy beard, the messy, dirty hair, the messy yellow teeth now looked clean, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared a lot.
The braziers hung on the dark walls and used as lighting suddenly burst into dazzling light, burned rapidly, and burst into several dazzling fireballs, illuminating the entire dark room again.
Then he sprinted towards the corner, where Dumbledore was.
And Dumbledore immediately picked it up with his wand lightly, and there was green stagnant water accumulated in a fish tank not far away. After shaking a few times, it poured out in one breath, like fish swimming nimbly, devouring it. With these surging flames.
"You're still so weak, Albus." Grindelwald sighed, words only he could hear.
"Maybe, it's just that sometimes a soft spot can transform into a hard armor." Dumbledore responded, even though the old man's words were insignificant.
The voices of the two were low and inaudible, but they both heard each other.
Apparate.
It was another frenzied apparition, regardless of the consumption of mana, just to gain the upper hand in the battle.
The two of them would suddenly appear in any corner of the room, and the dappled light and shadow dazzled everyone, unable to keep up with their speed.
I don't know when, the thick black chain lying on the ground suddenly tightened, sprang up, split, and slashed back and forth from all directions, as if to block all routes.
Both sides are trying to impede the other's movement. 33
Restriction and anti-restriction, the exquisite deformation technique is constantly displayed in the duel between the two, which is dizzying.
The rumbling sound suddenly sounded, as if a well-trained legion was marching in uniform steps.
The golden statue of centaurs moved, perhaps it was Dumbledore's side.
These sculptures in the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic were summoned here as his soldiers at some unknown time.
Some iron goblins also came to life, and suddenly opened their closed eyes, with a fierce light, as if they were just awakened from a deep sleep, and raised the heavy hammer in their hands.
There are also some statues of house elves with kitchen utensils in their hands, and they have come to life. They began to wave their brooms, and the pots and pans jingled and walked onto the battlefield.
In an instant, it changed from a duel between two people to a duel between two legions.
Knives, axes, hammers, these iron weapons collided, making a crisp sound of metal colliding.
They had no sense of fear or pain, just fighting fearlessly.
The golden centaur's head was cut off with a knife, fell to the ground with a grunt and bounced a few times, was picked up by the long arms, and returned to the head.
Holding the sickle and hammer high, the goblin swung his arms wildly around and smashed them on the body of the centaur, splashing dazzling sparks.
Iron filings, copper filings, and silver filings flew around with the birth of deep scars.
The clanking sound made people's ears ring.
This is their "blood".
But the competition of magic is not limited to the battle between the two armies.
But the duel between the two was going on elsewhere at the same time.
The chaotic flames danced, exuding scorching heat, scorching the house, and the chains formed carried a scorching temperature.
The wall made up of wind blades kept the flames out, emitting long screams and crackling sounds.
The people watching the battle couldn't even tell who cast the magic, who was on the offensive, and who was defending
The flame's offensive gradually stopped, and just when everyone thought it was about to die down, it suddenly broke out again.
In everyone's eyes, the scene at this time is a strange scene with interlaced light and shadow.
A flaming male lion suddenly sprang out from nowhere and roared in the secret room. The roar was like thunder, deafening. Its whole body was blood red, and every fur on its body was full of bright flames, scorching and stinging. Running vigorously, the fiery red flames spread crazily, as if a sea tide was formed by flames, overwhelming and unstoppable.
Wherever it passed, gold was melted and iron was smashed, and the sound of burning was endless.
The slowly flowing water on the floor rose up in a uniform order, and the chaotic water droplets gathered into a tough water curtain, and the faint blue water waves came first to block the attack of the flames.
But it doesn't help.
Then the clear water began to burn in violation of the laws of physics, spreading towards the outside of the door intensified, as if it was not water, but combustion-supporting fuel.
"Stand back! Felius!" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, she and Flitwick raised their wands, and together they summoned layers of clear water curtains to block everyone in front of them.
Just when the lion was raging and raging in the whole room, a huge wind blade visible to the naked eye descended from the sky and slashed head-on. The wind blade, in an instant, the gathered animal-shaped flames split into two, then into four, and collapsed sharply until they disappeared.
Completely annihilated in the void.
In another battlefield.
Those mechanical clocks that were thrown on the ground disappeared without a trace at some point, and some hard metal chains were phantom.
Some were controlled by another party, transformed into a pair of gleaming swords and blades.
The gleaming iron chains and chains suddenly tightened and magnified, intertwined into a net, blocking the invading sword blades, accompanied by a crisp sound of ping-pong-pong, those sharp weapons curled their blades, and instantly turned into sharp ones Acupuncture wants to find an opportunity to break through.
But he had no choice but to bump into a solid black iron shield.
Instantly scattered all over the place.