Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 421: Suppression

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's eyelids trembled, and when he said Dumbledore's name, his hoarse voice trembled like his eyelids, but he tried his best to restrain himself and be insignificant.

"It's me." Dumbledore's deep voice echoed over the battlefield. He nodded slightly, dressed in a white robe, appeared abruptly behind a stone pillar in the ruin, and slowly walked to everyone's. In front of you.

The surrounding faculty and students seemed to be petrified, everything was silent, and then bursts of fanatical cheers broke out.

"The principal is not dead!" The student was extremely excited, cheering excitedly.

He is wearing a golden-red robe, and the surroundings of the robe are embroidered with strange patterns and profound symbols with silver silk thread, which looks very luxurious.

His own face has gone through vicissitudes, ravines and ravines. The broken nose is still the same as before, but it looks vigorous, and his long silver-white beard is about to touch the ground.

Hogwarts students are all familiar with the strong and charming voice.

"Grindelwald, is it yours?" Voldemort asked coldly. He now knew he had stepped into a trap against him.

"No, what do I mean by his person?" There was another question in the distance, apparently dissatisfied with the dominance.

"But I do stand on Albus's side now." From the other corner of the ruins, Grindelwald in a black robe slowly moved his steps and walked to the center of the field.

He raised his wand at Voldemort.

"Someone would actually take refuge in an enemy who has imprisoned him for decades."

"The Hogwarts Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse is in effect. Unless you can break the magic set by the four founders, otherwise, the only way you want to leave today is to kill us."

"Or the place where we killed you and buried you, this school is not suitable. Your soul will contaminate this land." Dumbledore spread his hands.

"Joke." Voldemort said contemptuously.

Voldemort is facing two wizards who are not inferior to him. In this level of battle, his men can hardly intervene, and there are several professors who are in the second echelon on the opposite side. >

The speckled sparks gradually solidified in the void, turning into a fierce lion that stood in front of the demon lion, blocking his escape route, the body made of flames, the dazzling golden red The hair is like strands of fire, and Voldemort's wand slashed fiercely, and the rapidly rising air-conditioning gathered in front of him, temporarily suppressing the lion's arrogance.

The golden-red sturdy lion roared due to rage, and then rebounded more quickly, and the flames on the whole body became more and more vigorous, as if the strong golden hair grew up again in a flash, curling up fiercely. The fire, blazing sparks even touched Voldemort's black robe, and ignited.

The violent wind can blow away the turbulent flames to extinguish it, and it can also make his fire grow wild.

All this depends on the intention of the caster.

For Grindelwald, it is naturally the latter.

Voldemort's pale face immediately showed a sense of anger. The thin, blood-colored lips opened slightly because of the anger, and the flames attached to the black robe were extinguished.

Some burnt ashes fell in the air.

He hasn't been injured for a long time, but now, he is burned by this hot flame.

The faint tingling sensation was not enough to drive him into an angry madness, but because it was an unbearable shame.

"Go away." He growled.

The frequency of the wand's waving became faster and faster, and a thick earth snake sprang from the ground to fight with the male lion, and the accumulation of mud and sand became more and more, as if to bury the fire lion.

"The wind is blowing!" Grindelwald's wand pointed at the stale battlefield.

A swift hurricane hung over, and the fire took advantage of the wind. This mighty flame beast king suddenly grew a few sizes, and the hair of the flame became more and more vigorous. The snake was scorched to the scorch and cracked. The clods were cracked in layers, even shattered, and restored to the most ordinary mud.

Voldemort kept turning left and right under the two offensives.

The green turf of the Quidditch stadium was completely overturned, the soft grass was ignited, and the fire began to spread violently. A sea of ​​fire suddenly formed, and it became more and more intense. The entire sky seemed to be burned. Red, the dazzling brilliance even illuminates the entire gloomy sky.

In an instant, the sky was full of red clouds, like daylight.

It's invading like a storm cloud.

Dumbledore gave a light wave, and a dark cloud from here accelerated his speed and rushed towards the sky above Quidditch. Large drops of rain in the clouds began to envelop the smoke and dust in the air. , Condensed, overturned.

The long water drop is no longer a round ball, like a long transparent arrow, swishing through.

Water and fire blend together, constantly croaking.

Water condenses into ice.

The pulsating flame flickered in the ice, and the light of the flame dimmed after being blocked by the ice.

Formed a peculiar landscape.

Voldemort snorted coldly.

The flame went out, but the ice cubes began to rattle and fall suddenly, and then formed in mid-air, condensing into a ferocious ice snake.

Blocks of ice turned into giant snakes, and in turn danced wildly on the field, rushing freely on the scorched field, whizzing towards the two old men

The gusts of wind were blowing suddenly, and the sleeves of the robe flew backwards and clashed.

The wand in Grindelwald's hand was lightly picked, and the towering giant tree in the Forbidden Forest not far away was uprooted, like a long sword, hitting the swift ice python head-on and stabbing it straight. After passing through its body, the sawdust flew horizontally, the snake twisted and struggled a few times, and turned into broken ice on the ground, flying backwards towards Voldemort.

Voldemort kept reluctantly parrying from the left to the right, and at the same time with the two wizards, especially those who were not inferior to him, very much pressure.

Suddenly, his body froze, and a tricky angled curse hit him.

As usual, a simple apparition can be avoided. Optionally, the swift spell makes Voldemort unable to react.

Voldemort lay down on the grass with his head up, his body seemed to be petrified, but still holding the wand in his hand, with his resentful eyes, he squinted at the two to lead him in step by step. The trapped person.

"We won!"

"We won!"

The surrounding students burst into horrible cheers~IndoMTL.com~There was no such horrible noise in the Quidditch stadium because of the final Quidditch match.

"Tom, everything is over." Dumbledore stood not far from Voldemort with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said with emotion.

"That's not necessarily." Voldemort retorted, then closed his eyes and loosened his arms, seeming to be slaughtering his neck.

"Except your weapon!" Another old man's wand hit Voldemort's lying body.

Without a trace of resistance, the old magic wand came out of the man's hand, threw it high, and drew a graceful arc in the air.

Everything is over, even if he is the Dark Lord, what can he do when he loses his wand.

What Dumbledore didn't see was that the moment the wand was released, Voldemort's face showed an indescribable smile.