Hogwarts in the shadows

On an unnamed island in the English Channel.

At this time, in the center of the island, stood a huge bird's nest-shaped building.

The area it covers is as large as ten football fields.

The exterior of the building is made up of countless silver-white steel bars.

In the center of the building is a square arena.

At the four corners of the arena stood four dark blue stone pillars, sixty feet high, engraved with all kinds of complex and profound inscriptions.

These inscriptions are densely packed with layers upon layers of inscriptions, representing mysterious powers such as defense and magic absorption.

The arena itself is made of large, snow-white stones that have been carefully cut and paved.

Surrounding the huge arena are circles of stepped audience seats.

At this time, the stands were already filled with wizards from all over.

Yet tens of thousands of spectators still poured in through hundreds of entrances.

They filed in along the passage, looking for their own positions.

Soon the auditorium was packed, but almost no one dared to speak loudly.

This heavy atmosphere even made some of the children's faces turn red.

But they could only cover their mouths tightly to prevent any noise from being made.

In a corner of the auditorium, the professors of Hogwarts had also arrived.

They all stared at the huge arena with serious expressions.

Professor McGonagall's face looked frighteningly gloomy.

Her fingers clenched the wand tightly, as if she were going to crush it.

No Hogwarts student dared to disturb them. After all, they all knew the reason.

Soon after, the audience's eyes all turned to the sky.

The noise gradually rose, and the exclamations, discussions, and insults became louder and louder.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stand on the back of a giant Voldemort.

The bat is like a huge black cloak, it doesn't seem to be flying but more like floating in the air.

They slowly flew down from the sky and finally landed on the edge of the ring.

Dumbledore seemed to be oblivious to the discussions around him, and he was even in the mood to talk to himself.

Dumbledore turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him and muttered heartlessly.

"The design of this duel field is really amazing. If you activate the runes on it with all your strength,

Even if I tried my best, it would take several minutes.”

Grindelwald used his heterochromatic pupils to carefully observe every corner of the ring.

He doesn't care about the defensive capabilities of the ring.

What he cared about was whether he would have a chance to save Albus if Hephis killed him mercilessly.

Dumbledore noticed Grindelwald's serious expression and deliberately joked.

"Such a prestigious battle venue is worthy of my status!"

"Albus, you promised me that you would not choose death."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a firm gaze, "Remember, I will not allow you to die either, never!"

Dumbledore blinked, and those unforgettable memories flashed through his mind like slides.

"Don't worry, I don't want you to go with me, and..."

He raised his head and looked at the distant blue sky.

His entire life was dedicated to the wizarding world.

And this decisive battle will be the last thing he does for this world.

From now on, he planned to live for himself and only for Gellert.

Suddenly, the originally noisy duel arena was filled with cheers that were enough to shake the sky.

A fanatical light flashed in the eyes of all the shadow members.

Hephaestus appeared.

He didn't wear anything too fancy today, just a fitted dark green robe.

He did not choose any grand way to make his appearance, but walked in slowly from the entrance.

All the Shadow members stood up in unison.

They shouted the leader's name in unison, and their voices resounded through the sky.

"Dormammu!"

"Dormammu!"

"Dormammu!"

Hephes' heart was calm.

He tilted his head slightly, his black hair lifted up slightly, revealing his emerald eyes.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a friendly smile, and waved to everyone.

The Shadow members became more excited and their cheers became louder, as if they were going to overturn the entire duel arena.

"Dormammu!"

"Dormammu!"

"Dormammu!"

Hephis walked towards where Dumbledore was.

He saw the two old men standing beside the ring holding hands, quietly waiting for his arrival.

The corners of Hephis' mouth curled up into a smile, "Are you guys showing off your affection? Don't pretend anymore?"

"At this point, there is nothing to hide." Dumbledore admitted generously.

Hephis secretly gave Dumbledore a thumbs up.

He always felt that Dumbledore was a little fake, but now he found that he was living more and more realistically.

"How about you two come together?" Hephis suggested.

Dumbledore pulled Gellert, who was about to agree, and said, "No, I am enough."

Hephis understood what Dumbledore meant, and then made a gesture of invitation.

"Principal, let's get started."

Dumbledore gave Gellert a gentle smile, "Wait for me, Gellert."

A rare smile appeared on Gellert's usually serious face, although it seemed a little stiff.

He urged, "Remember what you told me."

As the two men stepped onto the ring, the noise in the audience immediately stopped.

The surroundings fell into silence again, and the only sound was the increasingly heavy breathing of the hundreds of thousands of spectators.

With every step Dumbledore took, his aura grew stronger, and the magic power around him surged wildly.

The whole person is like a sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge fully exposed.

On the other hand, Hephis looked no different from usual.

There wasn't even a trace of magical energy around him, just like a Muggle.

"Hephis, show me your strength and let me see if you are worthy."

Dumbledore had arranged this duel just to give Hephaest another push.

But he will not hold back at all, he wants to see what the limits of this magical world are.

He waved his wand and performed his best move, "Burning Flame".

A huge fireball formed in the air.

It split into countless small fireballs, which poured towards Hephes like cannonballs.

Hephaestus looked at the burning fire in Dumbledore's eyes and smiled.

He snapped his fingers lightly and a fireball of the same size formed in front of him and began to fire small fireballs as well.

Each fireball collided with each other precisely, producing brilliant sparks in the center of the ring.