Bang!

William disappeared from the spot, and a sword appeared in his left hand at the same time, stabbing Grindelwald's forehead.

Compared to Voldemort's carelessness, Grindelwald was extremely cautious, or... he had many experience in fencing.

After all, Dumbledore was a master of swordsmanship. In that peak battle, the two of them would definitely use all their strengths and give out all kinds of trump cards.

Grindelwald has been through many battles long ago.

But he was still a little arrogant or arrogant, and had no intention of taking out a magic wand, so he raised his left hand directly.

Grindelwald seemed to be understatement, and his thin body slid to the right for a short distance.

He avoided the sharp sword dangerously and dangerously.

William used his left foot as the support point, raised his right leg and smashed it down with a sharp whip.

Fighting with such a bad old man, you have to rely on your physical fitness... to bully him!

It feels quite a bit powerless to bully me in Nancun.

But Grindelwald had rich combat experience. He was hunched over and he hugged his right hand while dodging the attack.

The old gray robe floated, and the old man cast spells without a stick, rolling up the wind and rain, forming a scene of dragons drawing water, and smashing towards William.

With a snap, William disappeared from the spot again and began to move the battlefield.

Grindelwald's eyes were hot, and his cold body seemed to be excited, and the phantom moved immediately afterwards.

Such a fierce battle has not been carried out for decades.

Just so happened that before he went to meet "that", he was warming up!

Otherwise, this old man would look like a joke!

Hermione didn't follow him, she knew very well why William left:

Those injured Aurors must be treated, not affected by the battle.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the two leaving, Hermione rushed into the ruins and rescued the Aurors.

By the way, look for the "baby" that Grigovic had not had time to take away and had not been destroyed.

She has followed William for a long time and occasionally did things like picking up a bargain.

Otherwise, where do the strange magical animals in the safety table come from?

William did not leave too far and appeared on the small island full of elderberry.

Before he could land and stand firmly, he put his fingers together and quickly turned his wand.

Grindelwald's phantom appeared, and a slant on the top of his head, and sharp magic appeared.

The light suddenly splashed in the sky.

The old man seemed to have expected it. He sneered, raised his right hand, aimed his palm at the sky, and a huge magic power poured out.

A dazzling magic shield blocked the black fog, and a series of harsh sounds exploded in the air.

William just smiled.

In terms of combat experience... he is not bad either. He is chatting and laughing with Voldemort while he is cycling time!

Sure enough, the shield barrier lasted for only less than a second and was corroded by the black fog.

William snapped his fingers leisurely.

The black mist turned into a row of vicious black eagles, its momentum was like fire, pecking at the old man's mouth.

Grindelwald said mercilessly and sneered: "I thought the phoenix was the ugliest one, but I didn't expect there was something even uglier!"

He pressed his hands hard, and the wind and rain above the entire island were stagnant and stopped.

Grindelwald suddenly clenched his hands, and a whip shot out from the lake water and fell into his hands.

William stepped out and the black eagle's speed increased again.

The old man looked disdainful and took a small step back. The black eagle was only two meters away from his neck.

The corrosive gas was gushing out, driving the airflow, blew the white silk on his temples, and fluttering backwards.

Grindelwald, who was not at all panicked, looked directly at William and smiled and said, "I dare to show off my skills, haha!"

The trash talker master clenched the water whip tightly and shook his wrist gently. The black eagle was hit in the sky and fell into the water.

The black carvings were like stones, making a bunch of water floats, forming ripples, and were soon swallowed by the waves, making waves of hissing.

Grindelwald laughed arrogantly, and it seemed that he hadn't had such a good time.

He pulled the water whip in his hand hard.

The entire lake was rippling, and the water level dropped sharply. Half the pond of lake water was dragged up by him with bare hands and smashed fiercely towards William.

William's eyes were calm. He even grounded Voldemort's giant mountain, let alone a pond of spring water?

His body did not move at all, and his wand was gently swayed.

As a large amount of magic power poured out, the elders planted by Grigovic rose one after another.

The pink and white petals on elderberry are scattered in the wind, making them look very beautiful.

Dozens of elder trees crossed the sky one after another, whistling into the wind.

They look like giant crossbows, striking densely, blocking sections of water whips.

Under the violent attack, the island was torn into a gully whose width and length were gradually rising.

The two disappeared at the same time, and William landed on a trunk floating on the water.

He took a light step, and the trunk of the tree under his feet retreated towards the shore, like a small boat, rippling out.

He looked at Grindelwald with a thin figure, but did not continue to do it.

The brief battle has already given him a new understanding of the first Dark King.

I originally thought that Grindelwald was old and had not taken action for decades and had fallen out of the top level, but I didn't expect that I would still be so strong.

Not to mention, he didn't use a magic wand from beginning to end.

Of course, even if he has a magic wand, he will not have a qualitative bonus to combat power.

He was locked in Newmontage for more than half a century, and Grindelwald had no magic wand. His ability to cast spells without a stick has been trained to reach its peak.

Not to mention William, even Dumbledore and Voldemort would be hard to match.

But Grindelwald's shortcomings are also obvious.

He is too old, his health is not good, he can't fight anymore... It's okay to explode in a short period of time, but he can't fight a protracted war at all.

It's okay to deal with ordinary Aurors, but his true strength is more than just above the level of weakness compared to Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Just as William measured the strength of the Dark King, Grindelwald's eyes were slightly condensed.

He left Neumungard last night and walked back to the world again, and also learned about the major events that have happened over the years.

The young wizard in front of me and the witch just now are undoubtedly in the limelight in recent years.

After a brief encounter, Grindelwald knew that Stark's strength was abnormal...too strong!

Do you own a certain Deathly Halloween?

Deathly Hallows… When Grindelwald thinks of this word, he feels so heartbroken.

In the sky, elderberry petals were pulled and torn apart by magic and flew all over the sky.

He picked up the front petals of his body and threw them into his mouth to chew.

Bitter...and endless aftertaste.

Just like his absurd, lonely life.

Looking at Grindelwald who suddenly lost his fighting spirit, William frowned and then put away his wand.

He was hesitating whether to bring Dumbledore's words to him.

Just as he wanted to speak, Grindelwald suddenly whispered and asked:

"Is he okay?"

"fine."

"That's good."

The very simple conversation ended. William tasted a little bitterness.

The wind and rain in the air finally came to normal, and the rain fell on the old man's head and shoulders.

He was hunched over, as if he was a little cold.

For no reason, William suddenly thought:

"Grindelwald probably needs Dumbledore's wool socks."

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