Tom looked on, satisfied, enjoying the cheers from the crowd.
Understand Grindelwald, become Grindelwald, then surpass Grindelwald.
As for the ideology, Lord Voldemort preached Grindelwald's Wizard supremacy, bewitching people to join the Death Eaters. What did that have to do with Tom Riddle?
What, you said he introduced himself as Tom Riddle? Come on, don't you know Lord Voldemort is also called Tom Riddle? It's just a coincidence of names.
Just as Grindelwald was finally about to step onto the stage to teach this home-stealing scoundrel a lesson, Tom's second wave of fire arrived.
"The Ministry of Magic will never allow anyone to break the Statute of Secrecy; Wizards must never be exposed to Muggles."
A red spell directly hit Tom, coming from Theseus Scamander.
The belated Aurors finally entered.
And the order Tom gave to Theseus Scamander, who was under the Imperio, was to attack him with full force.
When the Ministry of Magic Aurors made the first move, the nature of the entire event changed.
Tom casually blocked his attack and said to the crowd present, "Look, this is the Ministry of Magic. They don't want us to live in the sunlight, which is why we are forced to fight back."
"And now, what the enemy opposes only proves the correctness of our cause."
As Tom spoke, Theseus Scamander cast another spell and shouted to the Aurors he brought, "Attack together!"
Tom chuckled softly; everything was under control.
1 vs 50, the advantage is mine.
Elegantly waving his wand, he gently spun it once, and a circle of azure flame ignited. Grindelwald's signature Fiendfyre bloomed with magic's radiance.
The blue flames blocked the Aurors' attacks, separating Tom from them, and Tom's inspiring words also rose with the flames, echoing in everyone's ears in the venue.
"Go, go and spread our great cause to more people."
"For the Greater Good."
The crowd who heard these words at the scene responded one after another before Apparition.
"For the Greater Good."
One sound, two sounds, three sounds… until countless sounds converged into an unstoppable torrent that resounded through the sky.
As the crowd in the venue Apparated away, Tom waved his wand like a conducting artist, driving the Fiendfyre to devour the attacking Aurors one by one.
Just as the Fiendfyre was about to ignite Theseus Scamander, this convenient tool, Tom suddenly stopped, allowing Newt Scamander to rescue him.
"Had enough fun, little fellow?"
A deep, magnetic voice sounded behind Tom.
"I apologize for stealing your stage, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald."
Tom slowly turned around, meeting Grindelwald's gaze as he stepped through the flames to the center of the stage.
Grindelwald did not respond to Tom but looked around at the surging blue Fiendfyre with interest.
"What beautiful and familiar Fiendfyre. At this moment, I even have the illusion that it is I myself standing in the center of the stage."
Upon hearing Grindelwald's words, Tom placed his left hand on his chest and bowed in response, "Thank you for the compliment. This is the best praise for me."
"You deserve the praise, then Mr. Lord Voldemort from Hogwarts, can you tell me how Professor Dumbledore is doing?"
At this moment, Grindelwald spoke to Tom as if looking at a junior, exchanging pleasantries with him.
Seeing Grindelwald mention Dumbledore, Tom immediately teased him, "Professor Dumbledore is doing well recently, but he often misses the joyful days with you late at night."
Grindelwald's eye twitched, "Sorry, I have to correct you on one mistake, Dumbledore was the one on the bottom."
"So you were the one on top, my apologies, my apologies. Next time I meet Professor Dumbledore, I can have a good talk with him about it." Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement.
Grindelwald was starting to lose his composure, feeling that Tom's few words were making him lose his cool. He decided not to continue the discussion about who was on top or bottom between him and Dumbledore and chose to get straight to the point.
"So, Mr. Lord Voldemort, you've put on quite a show today, how do you plan to end it?"
Tom tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips, and retorted, "Didn't I perform well in today's show? Didn't I tell everyone Mr. Grindelwald's theories? Or do you not genuinely approve of these?"
Grindelwald shook his head, "No, no, no, your speech is certainly not a problem. In fact, many of your words are exactly what I wanted to say. It's just a pity that I had no intention of ceding this glory to you and your so-called Death Eaters."
"That's truly a pity. However, Mr. Grindelwald, don't forget one saying: magic is Might. If we can't agree, then let's fight."
In the last 10 minutes, Tom wielded his wand, and surging Fiendfyre rushed towards Grindelwald.
Grindelwald had already started waving his wand when Tom said to fight.
Fiendfyre vs. Fiendfyre.
Two streams of blue Fiendfyre clashed, collided, intertwined, and spread, raging freely within the graveyard, while Newt and the others had long been forced to the edge of the arena by the power of the magical collision.
"Mr. Lord Voldemort, when it comes to Fiendfyre, no one in this magic world is more familiar with it than I am. I didn't expect you to use it against me, truly…"
Tom heard the mockery in Grindelwald's words but merely smiled, "This is just a sign of respect for you. What I'm best at is…"
As he spoke, a thick, swift green light silently approached Grindelwald.
99% of the magic world would die under Tom's green light, and Grindelwald was one of the very few exceptions.
With an Apparition, the green light of the Killing Curse passed directly through Grindelwald's original position, and he reappeared behind Tom, casting a spell with a flick of his wrist.
Tom seemed to have anticipated it; without turning, his entire body transformed into a cloud of black mist, not only dodging Grindelwald's spell but also rushing towards him.
"Is this what a battle between great Wizards is like?"
Amidst the swirling flames, Grindelwald and Tom constantly changed positions rapidly, casting various spells, some Newt and others had heard of, some they hadn't, at each other, leaving them awestruck.
Even Grindelwald had to exclaim, "Mr. Lord Voldemort, I must say you are the person I've met who has mastered the most Dark Arts, bar none."
"Unfortunately, the game is about to end."
Grindelwald seized a subtle flaw in Tom, and a simple, unadorned Expelliarmus knocked the Yew wand from Tom's hand.
Pointing the elder wand at Tom, Grindelwald said with considerable satisfaction, "It seems I am still superior, Mr. Lord Voldemort, admit defeat now, and I will give you a dignified exit."
'I really hate Expelliarmus.'
Tom cursed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged. Just as Grindelwald believed he had won, he too unleashed an Expelliarmus.
Grindelwald, who had not been particularly concerned about Tom losing his wand, was unexpectedly struck by Tom's Expelliarmus, sending the elder wand flying from his hand, followed by a tremendous force that sent his body flying.
Getting up from the ground and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Grindelwald's pupils widened when he looked at Tom and the wand that had appeared in his hand: ""This is?""
"The elder wand." Tom picked up his Yew wand and then casually retrieved Grindelwald's elder wand, stating the answer Grindelwald couldn't bring himself to utter.
Counting down silently, Tom bid him a final farewell under Grindelwald's disbelieving gaze.
"Goodbye, Mr. Grindelwald. Remember, villains die from talking too much. Also, I hate Paris!"
When the countdown reached zero, Tom released control of the Fiendfyre, letting it devour everything.
Amidst the surging hot air, Tom stepped into the orange vortex.
Nurmengard, the tower.
A gaunt old man slowly opened his eyes.
"What an interesting little fellow!"