Blazing flames transformed into a giant dragon, and it roared as it lunged toward Dumbledore.
Fawkes the phoenix soared toward the dragon, and the two collided in mid-air, erupting in a dazzling burst of light.
Dumbledore appeared wearing a silver-gray robe, his silver-white hair flew wildly in the wind and his blue eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
"Dumbledore!"
Grindelwald shouted loudly with a trace of madness flashing in his eyes. The tip of his wand trembled slightly, as if unsure of what to say. He called out again:
"Dumbledore!"
At the same moment, he suddenly slashed his wand downward, launching a lightning-fast spell at Dumbledore. The latter flicked his wand, effortlessly deflecting the spell.
The two exchanged no words and casted no incantations—they only whipped their wands like whips and the lights of their spells crashed into each other with each strike brimming with destructive power.
Whether by accident or intent, most of the stray or deflected spells shot toward a nearby manor. Amid the deafening explosions, the newly dispatched reinforcements from the Organization vanished the moment they appeared.
Not only that, large portions of buildings and concrete ground collapsed. Vehicles flipped over, weapon turrets twisted and deformed, turning into sandbags as these two hurled at each other with ease.
The broken ground revealed massive structures below—and panicked, fleeing figures.
By now, both the Alliance and the Organization's soldiers had completely stopped firing as they bolted away in a mad dash.
Werewolves ran wild, bats took frantic flight, ordinary soldiers cursed the fact they didn't have extra legs to run faster, and wizards instantly Apparated kilometers away and watched the battlefield in awe.
"Dumbledore… Why is Dumbledore here?"
The Alliance members looked at each other in panic. Even Delaine was drenched in cold sweat, his breath was rapid, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms—yet he felt no pain.
"Dumbledore… he's alone…"
Delaine's Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to speak with his chest heaving. Still, he said, "We should go help Mr. Grindelwald!"
He stepped forward taking a few difficult steps but his legs felt glued to the ground. Just as he raised his wand, Moreau tackled him to the ground.
"Are you crazy?" Moreau shouted. "Look over there! If you even get close, the aftershocks alone could kill you! Mr. Grindelwald doesn't have time to care who you are right now!"
In the heart of the battlefield, dust swirled and mist billowed. Fire danced and grew wildly, driven by a raging storm. Towering stone pillars, giant statues, and prison cages emerged from the ground as if even the terrain itself had changed.
The two figures flickered in and out of view. When their eyes occasionally met, there was a cold, metallic gleam in them, as if they were looking at their most hated enemy.
Anyone witnessing this would not doubt for a second—if either showed even the slightest weakness, the other would surely strike to kill.
Delaine's pupils contracted and the veins on his neck bulged. He gripped Moreau's arm tightly and stared at him fiercely as he squeezed out a hoarse voice through clenched teeth:
"Mr. Grindelwald… his health is poor! He can't maintain this state for long!"
Even in his urgency, he didn't forget to lower his voice—only Moreau heard what he said.
Moreau stared at him in shock. Then his face turned deathly pale, like paper. He stiffly turned his neck to glance at the battlefield and said with trembling lips:
"But… How can we help? Even if we all rush in, it would just be suicide… and with the chaos, all those stray spells could even hit Mr. Grindelwald by mistake…"
Delaine seemed to be pulled back to reality by those words. His eyelids blinked slowly, and the hand holding his wand dropped weakly and trembled slightly.
He was painfully aware that they had no options left now but to watch and wait… If Dumbledore didn't stop, Grindelwald almost certainly wouldn't survive…
Maybe he never should've gone to such lengths to help Grindelwald escape from Nurmengard. If not for that, perhaps he could've lived much longer, instead of burning away what little life he had left in such a short time.
Now, looking back on everything Grindelwald had said to him over the past few days, Delaine suddenly realized—it all sounded like final instructions. He had even chosen a successor.
Had he already foreseen this ending at the moment of his jailbreak?
Delaine's face turned ashen and blood trickled down between his fingers.
He hated himself for being so slow-witted. He thought Grindelwald was merely disappointed in his immaturity—he believed he still had a long path to walk under that man's guidance. But now…
Suddenly, Delaine recalled Grindelwald's praise and high hopes for Wade Grey. He whipped his head around, but among the many black-robed wizards, that figure was nowhere to be seen.
Though cloaked like the rest, Wade Grey, being an alchemist, wore some distinctive alchemical items. Delaine remembered them clearly—there was no way he'd mistake him.
He grabbed Moreau and asked urgently, "Where is that kid? Did you see him?"
Moreau was stunned. "Wasn't he with you and Mr. Grindelwald…"
The two of them immediately turned to look toward the battlefield where spells flew wildly. The veins on their temples throbbed; a wave of dizziness hit them.
"He… he didn't get caught up in it, did he? Didn't make it out?" Moreau muttered.
Delaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, then asked, clinging to a final sliver of hope, "Can he Apparate?"
Moreau replied in despair, "Thirteen years old… what do you think?"
Delaine's vision went black.
…
A massive explosion rumbled from above, piercing through the thick layers of earth and reinforced concrete, still carrying a deep and oppressive force.
The walls and ceiling trembled faintly, and dust rained down. A piece of wall plaster fell onto Dobby's head.
"They're fighting really hard up there." Dobby shook off the plaster and patted his head, saying nervously, "Did the Muggles bring out some terrifying weapon?"
Maggie bit his lip.
When Professor Abigail was explaining the development of Muggle weaponry, even these house-elves had secretly listened in on a class. Thinking of those terrifying missiles—even nuclear bombs—fear unconsciously surfaced in Maggie's eyes.
But then, he put on a determined expression and said, "The most terrifying weapons are right in front of us… No matter what, we have to destroy them all! We absolutely cannot let them hurt Mr. Grey!"
Hearing this, Dobby puffed out his thin chest, clenched his fists, and nodded firmly. "Mm!"
While they were hiding in the shadows, they overheard someone among the wizards mention Wade's name—and even heard Wade's voice with their own ears. The joy they felt at that moment was beyond words.
However, standing next to Wade were not only over a hundred dark wizards, but also the most terrifying Dark Lord of all—Grindelwald. Even though the house-elves were worried, they didn't dare jump out and try to take Wade away.
Later, they overheard arguments and discussions within the underground structure. They heard people saying that the place was rigged with weapons capable of stripping wizards of their magic and causing them unbearable pain.
Of course, Dobby and Maggie hoped the dark wizards would be defeated—but Wade was among them. Muggle weapons wouldn't selectively spare Wade while only targeting the vile dark wizards.
The two house-elves struggled inwardly for a moment before finally rushing underground to sabotage the machines first.
"Even if we lose track of Mr. Grey this time, there'll still be another chance to find him. But if he loses his magic and is captured by Muggles, it's over!"
Maggie used that reasoning to convince himself—and Dobby as well. The two house-elves, swallowing their pride, temporarily acted as helpers to the Alliance.
…
While the battle raged on fiercely, another group was flying high above Sweden.
The brooms zipped through the air. In front were the magic cube doll, blocking the wind. Behind them flew Mabel, cloaked and holding a map. At the rear was Peter II, with Mikael standing atop its head—his cloak had been scorched with two holes, but Peter II didn't seem to care.
After receiving Marchionne's message, the doll team had originally intended to go find Adler. But after doing the math on the distance, everyone fell silent.
The magic dolls and Mabel couldn't Apparate, nor did they have a suitable Portkey. Their movement depended entirely on broomstick flight.
It had taken nearly a full day just to fly from Britain, and it would take another two days to reach Adler's manor.
If luck wasn't on their side, by the time they arrived, the battle might already be over—just another ruin like the last few locations—and then they'd spend another two days flying back.
"Forget it!" The cube doll made the call. "The Alliance can run, but their nest can't!"
So the team—one human and several dolls—didn't leave the area. They kept searching, and more and more castles were crossed off the map.
"This area is already fully searched. Next, we can try somewhere else."
Mabel drew an X on the map and was just about to choose their next destination when the cube doll suddenly said:
"Hmm? Don't those people down there look a little strange?"
Peter II looked down and frowned. "They do."
On the road below was a convoy of vehicles—more than a dozen large trucks—all parked along the roadside.
People in this country usually wouldn't start work so early. If it were an emergency that required them to travel before dawn, then resting on the roadside at this hour would also be unusual.
Beside the trucks stood black-clad soldiers on guard, and on the front of each truck was a radar-like device slowly rotating.
"What's strange? What's strange about it?" The cloak, unable to perceive things from such a distance, lifted slightly and shouted, "Tell me!"
"Hold on, I'll drop down and you'll see!" said the broom as it lowered its head and began to dive.
"Wait!" The cube doll stopped it. "The equipment down there feels dangerous. Don't get too close."
"It's… it's those people!" Mabel said with a trembling voice and her eyes went slightly unfocused. "I recognize those uniforms!"
The doll's eyeballs rotated 180 degrees backward and saw that Mabel was shaking, dark mist starting to seep out from her body ominously.
"Calm down, Mabel," it said. "Our goal is to rescue our master. You have to control your emotions, or you'll turn into an uncontrollable Obscurus."
"I… I understand." Mabel took deep breaths and tried her best to stay calm. "If they're here, they must be up to something. I'll go scout it out."
She slid downward and dropped straight from the broom. The cloak wrapped around her flapped fiercely, sounding almost like wings.
In midair, the girl's figure turned into a plume of black mist, cascading to the ground like a waterfall under the cover of the predawn darkness. She quickly reformed into a human shape.
Her pupils turned white and her eyes glinted with a dangerous light. But then, the cloak settled over her shoulders and pulled up its own hood.
"Careful now," the cloak whispered like a thief, "I've made us invisible. Move in slowly. Or ask that cube guy for a vial of Draught of Living Death—it'll give us a better shot if things get violent."
From the sound of it, the cloak was even more eager for revenge than Mabel was.
Mabel grasped the edge of the cloak, couldn't help but smile a little, and finally calmed down. She darted forward with light steps.
A young man nearby was fiddling with something like a suitcase, adjusting knobs on it. On the palm-sized screen, green lines and numbers were displayed.
"No doubt about it," the young man said to the person next to him. "The magnetic readings are off the charts. This is exactly what we'd expect from magical interference."
The man with high cheekbones nodded slightly and said, "The satellites also detected frequent instances of people vanishing suddenly in this area. Looks like we've found their stronghold."
"But…" a shorter, heavier bald man added, "Isn't there only a ruined Viking-era castle up ahead? I heard there's nothing left but a few crumbling walls and weeds—not even the local kids want to play there."
"That's exactly why it's likely a wizard's place," said the man with high cheekbones. "Those sneaky bastards always hide their homes in plain sight."
The young man silently nodded in agreement.
The man with high cheekbones walked toward the vehicles and said, "Get ready. As soon as we get the order, we strike immediately!"
Mabel blinked, then quickly turned and ran back toward the cube-headed automaton and the others.
Suddenly, the young man let out a soft "Huh?"
"What is it?" the bald man asked.
"There was a sudden fluctuation in the readings—maybe a magical creature just passed by us."
As he spoke, the young man turned to scan the surroundings.
But thanks to the cloak's excellent concealment, he saw nothing—nor did the bald man.
"What kind of creature?" the bald man asked.
"Not sure… could be a ghost, or maybe something that can turn invisible."
The young man speculated aloud, with a hint of yearning in his voice, "I really want to know what the world looks like through a wizard's eyes."
"No matter what it looks like, firepower will make them submit," the bald man said dismissively.
"And if it doesn't?" the young man asked.
"Then the firepower's not strong enough!" the bald man replied firmly and slammed his fist into his palm.
…
Cough, cough!
Grindelwald suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The spell he had aimed at Dumbledore veered wildly off course, blasting apart a distant tree instead.
But Dumbledore didn't take the opportunity to strike. His wand was still pointed at Grindelwald, but the glow at the tip slowly faded.
"What are you hesitating for, Dumbledore?" Grindelwald looked up with a mocking smile. "Afraid to kill me? Or is the greatest wizard of all time incapable of casting the Killing Curse?"
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