On the plain where Stonehenge was located, the two groups of people came into contact with each other in an instant.
At this moment, many huge rocks lying on the ground suddenly moved.
With loud roars and earthquake-like tremors, giants one after another staggered to their feet from the ground, waving sticks in their hands that were longer than the combined heights of several wizards present.
“Hahahaha… Golgomat, did you see that? There are a lot of Aurors out there who have persecuted your people!” Voldemort laughed and said to the tall giant leader beside him, “Take your giant subordinates and get rid of them!”
The giant, who was almost as big as the tallest boulder, grinned cruelly and rushed out first, brandishing a stick.
As the giants stepped heavily, the ground emitted bursts of violent roars. The wizards in the distance seemed to be standing on a trampoline, almost unable to control their movements, and fell to the ground in all directions.
"Grop, can you hold off those big guys for a while?" Hagrid turned his head with some concern and glanced at his half-brother. "Don't force yourself, just hold them off for a while."
Originally, Hagrid's height of over ten feet (3.5 meters) was almost twice that of an ordinary person, but compared with his younger brother Grawp beside him, Hagrid became much shorter.
However, compared with the giants as tall as Stonehenge, Grop seemed like a dwarf.
It was not known whether Grop had no fear or wanted to please his "shorty" brother, but he patted his chest and roared as he rushed towards the group of big guys who were at least several heads taller than him.
"Don't let Grawp fight alone, let's cover him together!" Nymphadora Tonks in the crowd saw this scene and shouted loudly to the Aurors around her.
As her words fell, a swarm of colorful spells shot towards the giant's rough skin.
But their offensive had no effect.
Even without obvious magical abilities, giants are extremely powerful magical creatures - they have great raw strength proportional to their incredible size, and their rough skin can withstand most wizards' spells and is sometimes even more resistant than the scales of a dragon.
"You idiots, hit them in the eyes!" Alastor Moody shouted angrily, "Did you learn all your Defense Against the Dark Arts for nothing?"
The Aurors nearby wanted to say that when they were studying at Hogwarts, they didn't have a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like Dracula, so their defense skills were indeed learned in vain...
But now is obviously not the time to discuss this kind of thing.
The young Aurors began to attack the giant's eyes, and the spell gradually took effect.
However, giants not only cause trouble to the wizards brought by Dumbledore when they have fighting power, but even if they are knocked unconscious, they can overwhelm a group of smaller wizards with their huge size and weight.
"That won't work. The size and strength disparity is too great," Moody shouted. "Send us some less useless Aurors who can use a Levitation Charm to throw these giants aside!"
"Instructor Moody, the Death Eaters on the opposite side are also strong. We can't spare so many elite Aurors." Tonks walked over quickly and answered anxiously.
"We can't just watch these things fall on our heads!" Moody shouted angrily, "You guys stop those Death Eaters, I'll deal with these giants myself!"
"I said that we should have wiped out all these stupid guys during the last war, but it was a pity that old Batty didn't agree at the time. Now we are suffering the consequences!"
While muttering, Moody walked towards a falling giant with his crutches and raised his wand.
However, before he could even finish his spell, a petite figure suddenly emerged from the team on the ground and kicked the fallen giant...
Moody's intact eye widened, and even his other magic eye became a little straight -
He saw that the giant's body seemed to violate the law of gravity. It flew out in an instant and hit another giant behind him heavily, knocking that giant to the ground.
"Leave these big guys with energy but nowhere to use it to us." Selina flapped her two wings, one black and one white, and waved to Moody on the ground, "Just deal with those Death Eaters!"
One by one, the high-level vampires flapped their wings and flew up, rushing towards the menacing giants.
Although not every vampire has the tremendous strength like Dracula and Selina to directly fight against the huge giants, several high-level vampires combined are enough to deal with one or two.
After all, the vampires have been recuperating for many years, and their numbers are still greater than those of the giants who have been killing each other for many years.
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When the battle was in full swing, Dumbledore brought the Horcrux Riddle to find Voldemort who was standing at the highest point of Stonehenge.
"Dumbledore, how dare you face me alone this time?" Voldemort stared at the figure in front of him and said gloomily, "Dracula and Grindelwald won't come to help you?"
"Or do you, an old man, still think that I am the same person I used to be... and think that you can handle me by yourself?"
Voldemort's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he raised his wand: "Dumbledore, who gave you the courage!"
Dumbledore took a deep look at the wand that Voldemort was holding tightly, and then smiled with satisfaction.
"I know, Tom, you are very strong now." He chuckled, "So I am not actually alone, I have helpers with me."
The Voldemort child's heart shrank suddenly.
He looked around nervously at first, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Dracula and Grindelwald were not nearby.
“Dumbledore, could he be the helper you are talking about?” Voldemort pointed at the Horcrux Riddle and laughed, “Is it this defective piece that I split?”
"However, I, a defective product... now have a more complete soul than you." Riddle took two steps forward and stared at Voldemort, the handsome and ugly faces facing each other, "Why do you look down on me?"
"But you are just a defective product made by me!" Voldemort sneered, "I will not give you the chance to replace me!"
"Then let's wait and see." Riddle said coldly.
"Well," Dumbledore said with a kind smile, "Since you think little of my helpers, let's fight... Do it!"
Voldemort stared at the Horcrux Riddle leisurely with disdain in his eyes, obviously wanting to see what threat this Horcrux could pose to him.
next moment-
"Expelliarmus!"
The spell did not come from Riddle's mouth, but came from behind Voldemort.
In an instant, the wand in Voldemort's hand was thrown high up uncontrollably and was caught by someone behind him.
Voldemort turned around in disbelief and saw Snape holding the wand that was made into a Horcrux, looking at him with hatred on his face.
"Severus, why are you..." He had actually sensed Snape's arrival, but his attention was completely focused on himself, and he did not take any precautions against his most trusted subordinate.
"I'm sorry, Lord Dark Lord, I was the one who informed Dumbledore of this base." Snape's lips trembled, but his tone was extremely cold. "I'm also the undercover agent you've been looking for!"
“This is impossible... You used the Killing Curse on Dumbledore, why did he still dare to believe you?!” Voldemort roared in anger.
He tried to use wandless magic to take the wand back from Snape, but another powerful force blocked Snape's way.
"Don't you understand yet, Tom?" Dumbledore stepped forward and said calmly, "Because I was the one who asked Severus to use the Killing Curse that time... I'm sorry to disappoint you, but who said I only have one helper?"
Voldemort's eyes were gleaming with anger, and the rage in his eyes seemed to be about to burst out.
Voldemort couldn't believe that his most trusted men had betrayed him, and together with his completely rebellious Horcruxes and his greatest enemies, they surrounded him on top of the Stonehenge.
Looking around, he saw Death Eaters and allies of the dark camp everywhere, but they were all suppressed by the people brought by Dumbledore. No one had time to pay attention to anything else, let alone notice Voldemort's plight above.
The Dark Lord seems like a lonely man at this moment.
“Hahaha… So what if I’m alone!” Voldemort laughed in anger and looked at the three people around him with a crazy look, “Don’t think that the three of us together can help you succeed!”
Two balls of dark flames suddenly burned in his eyes.
…
On the other side, in the secret realm of Mount Olympus.
The towering and majestic Mount Olympus was upside down, hanging far above the sky.
Below the inverted Mount Olympus is a majestic and elegant building with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat ground like water.
In addition, there is a silver giant as tall as Mount Olympus, standing next to the building, as if connecting the sky and the earth.
"Are you the wizard that Dracula introduced to help me?"
A tall man wearing a white robe-like outfit with bare shoulders stood beside Grindelwald, looking at him with a suspicious expression.
"Are you here too early? To be honest, I don't need any help right now." Andros said, "Dracula helped me eliminate Herbo not long ago. He is still recovering. As long as there are no more accidents, it will take him a few years to recover."
"Is that so?" Grindelwald raised his lip. "But what if I need him to recover right now?"
"Wait, don't do anything rash!" Andros was startled. "I finally got some time to rest. There's no need to continue fighting with Helbo during the rest time. Besides, it's not up to you to decide whether he recovers or not..."
Before Andros could finish his words, he saw Grindelwald take out an ancient scepter from behind him.
The next moment, the dark energy hidden in the entire secret realm suddenly fluctuated, and Andros's huge guardian was dimmed by the sudden manic energy.
"What... what is that in your hand?" Andros asked in shock, "Why did it startle Helbo, who was recovering from his illness, into this state?"
"You'll know in a moment." Grindelwald smiled and looked into the depths of the ancient Greek building.
A moment later, a dim and illusory soul emerged from the darkness and flew rapidly towards Andros and Grindelwald.
The expression on his face showed extreme shock, anxiety, and even panic.
"Tell me, where did you get this scepter?!" Herpo asked Grindelwald in panic, "Give it back to me, and we can discuss your terms!"
"Can we discuss anything?" Grindelwald asked with a playful smile.
"Yes, everything is negotiable!" Haierbo nodded heavily, "As long as you return it to me."
Andros saw Herbo's panicked look, and now he fully understood what the scepter represented.
"You can't give it to him!" He tried to dissuade him. "Aren't you on Dracula's side? If we give the Horcrux we found with great difficulty back to Herbo, we may never be able to get rid of him again..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Invincible Andros." Grindelwald chuckled, "Dracula and I have already discussed it. You don't need to say anything, just watch from the side."
Then, he turned his gaze to Hailbo: "If I say, I want you to borrow the power of the god of death, will you agree? The kind that borrows to the maximum extent."
"That's impossible," Haierbo shook his head. "Every time I borrow power, I pay a huge price, not to mention borrowing it to the maximum extent... You can ask for anything else. I have everything you want in my treasure house!"
"Tsk, I'm not interested in your collection." Grindelwald's expression fell. "Since you don't want to discuss it with me, forget it."
He spread out his palm, and a ball of black fire instantly ignited in the palm of his hand.
"Say goodbye to your Horcrux, despicable Mr. Hercule." Grindelwald blew at the scepter contemptuously.
"Wait a moment!
”
Hailbo shouted quickly, "Wait a minute! I promise, I agree to your request, quickly put away the Fiendfyre!"
The corners of Grindelwald's lips curled up, and he pinched the fierce flame that was about to touch the scepter between his five fingers, but did not let it dissipate.
"So, don't you need to express your gratitude?" He looked at Hailbo.
Hailbo gritted his teeth, but finally sighed helplessly and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, there were two eerie, dark flames burning in his eyes...
…
"It's time."
In the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries, Dracula looked at the hands of his pocket watch pointing to the Roman numeral "VI" and let out a long breath.
Then he quickly put away his pocket watch, adjusted his invisibility cloak, and gripped the Elder Wand tightly in his hand.
He took a step into the floating curtain on the stone archway.
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