The red flame disappeared in the hall, and the black flame was summoned from the void again. It had the same shape as an ordinary flame, but it had no heat.
A faint black-red light shone.
"Fiendfire!" Professor McGonagall gasped, and just as she was shocked by this, the scene changed again.
The cold air in mid-air began to condense, and streams of light blue ice air appeared at this moment, and then crashed towards the strange flames.
It is said that Fiendflame, which cannot be extinguished by conventional methods, is now imprisoned in a thick layer of ice. The ice melts rapidly, but there is a life-like cover growing.
Flame, frost, strong wind, clear water, metal, deformation, space travel, all the magic that can be used is presented alternately in the hands of the two
The duel that symbolizes the highest level of the wizarding world is shown in the eyes of everyone. Perhaps decades ago, the duel that determined the future of the wizarding world is also the same as it is today.
Can't help but make people fascinated.
Harry looked at the duel in front of him worriedly, and didn't know how to remind Dumbledore that those who were present could not intervene or stop the duel.
"Hiss." Harry took a sudden breath, covering his forehead with his hands.
No one noticed him.
Harry felt that at this moment, his scar suddenly exploded. If he wanted to describe the unimaginable pain, it would be like a sharp knife stabbing hard into his chest, piercing into his heart, and scratching hard.
Fortunately, the unbearable pain of life only lasted for a moment, and it disappeared as quickly as the tide receded.
Then he discovered a fact.
He is blind.
No, it was his illusion that he was blind, and he could still see everything in front of him.
It's just that the information received by the eyes is no longer colorful and colorful.
Only the black and white world remains.
Not far away, those interacting or gorgeous, or simple magic collided, those sharp wind blades and rising flames intersected, collapsed, and overflowed. In his eyes, he could see all magic. The surge of energy, all the fancy and non-fancy spells seem to be broken down into extremely small particles.
With the manipulation of the wizard, they gathered at will, and then scattered.
That's where it all comes from.
Harry seemed to have some understanding of why Dumbledore was so powerful. This was because he had a very high level of understanding of magic.
Hands over everything.
Then he suddenly realized why he suddenly possessed such a powerful ability.
The feeling of being in control made him swell, he felt as if he was in charge.
A mad killing intent rose from his heart.
Harry subconsciously sensed something was wrong, but there was no way to suppress it.
This is not Voldemort's mental intrusion.
Both of them Apparated in his green eyes, mirroring them.
As a pure observer, this gave him enough energy to speculate.
To predict.
Harry raised his wand in horror.
Very slowly and lightly, he aimed at an open space, which he guessed was Dumbledore's next foothold.
Only then did Harry realize that his arm was no longer under his control.
"Ah..." he began to chant the extremely evil spell that symbolized death
"No, no!" Harry cried out inwardly.
But the words of the spell still popped out of his mouth uncontrollably.
"Disarm you!"
As hard as he could be, Harry managed to deflect his wand, and the spell was changed to a Disarming Charm at the last moment.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He saw with his own eyes the ray of light coming from the tip of his wand, which was quickly launched, and hit the chest of the centaur who was fighting the dwarves, making a characteristic clank of metal impact.
Just as he was relaxing, he found that his eyesight had recovered, and the scene in front of him suddenly returned to color.
Harry hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction he predicted just now, and found that there was nothing there.
But out of the corner of his eye Harry's heart gripped and his stomach began to churn.
Dumbledore didn't know when he was hit, his old body began to fall, and his long silver beard stood up straight with the opposing airflow.
The white robe rattled.
From this angle, they couldn't see the old man's expression, only Dumbledore's hands drooping feebly.
I don't know where the wand in my hand went.
Was he hit by Grindelwald's spell
Harry wanted to rush over, but Hermione grabbed her sleeves tightly behind her. Tears welled up in her eyes, she bit her lips tightly, and shook her head at Harry.
Below him is the hall of death that has been opened.
The curtain that symbolizes the separation between life and death is quietly waiting for a living person to leave this world.
Fox let out a clear moan, and the golden firebird flew out from the wide cuff when Dumbledore's body was about to be completely swallowed by the curtain.
The divine bird, which has always been intelligent, has been hiding on Dumbledore's body just now, but it has not played its due role.
At the most critical moment, it abandoned its master.
Maybe it can't be called abandonment, it's just that as a creature, he used his survival instinct.
In the end, the old man's body fell into the dilapidated curtain hanging on the arch without any resistance.
The curtain fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had just blown, and then returned to its former appearance.
Everyone was stunned, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
This accident was so sudden.
So much so that almost everyone lost the ability to think. 33
The two armies, which were evenly matched just now, lost the master's control, and one of them languished in an instant, and was slaughtered one-sidedly like cutting melons and vegetables.
Wielding a huge and hard hammer, the goblin violently overturned his enemy, and stomped on it with his strong legs.
this time-
The golden centaur couldn't pick up his head that fell on the ground and put it back again.
Bursts of piercing and hoarse laughter suddenly spread throughout the room.
Voldemort!
The man's figure was in a translucent state at first, and then gradually condensed into a solid body in mid-air, playing with the wand he had just taken from Dumbledore in his hand.
"Mr. Savior Potter, it seems that my Disarming Curse is more powerful." Voldemort rubbed his booty with his slender pale fingers in satisfaction, immersed in the comfortable feeling intoxicated.
Dumbledore was hit by Voldemort's disarming curse, and the latter didn't use his best death curse this time for other reasons.
For the Elder Wand.
But now it looks like killing two birds with one stone.
"The elderberry of the god of death, the symbol of invincibility." He murmured in a low voice.
As for wand restraint, he is still at a loss.
After he went to Durmstrang to kill Karkaroff to vent his anger, he ransacked the library there in an attempt to find evidence of wand restraint and a solution.
nothing.
Rather, it would be really strange if he really found it.