The Last Goodbye

With a raise, the crowd cheered one after another, and Harry saw a black hound rushing out of the grass and heading straight for Hitler in the speech——

Whoosh!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the galloping hound turned into a young man.

The slender piece of wood in his hand pointed directly at the head of the head of state!

spell.gunshots.Apparition sound.The screams of the crowd.Hitler roared.Flesh shattered.red.

Thousands of lights and shadows are intertwined in one place.

Harry felt something go right through his shoulder and leg, and he cried out in pain.His eyes were blank, and he could only tell from his sense of touch that he had thrown Alphard Black down.Before and after them, gunshots erupted one after another, mixed with the panicked footsteps and horrifying shouts of the crowd.It all happened so fast that his instincts got ahead of his brains!

He was on the ground when he realized what had happened.The place where the bullet pierced was excruciatingly painful, and Harry could only hold the person in his arms tightly.The gunshot wound was so painful.The pain was too much for him to concentrate on Apparating.

The smell of blood.Severe tinnitus.

Hot, viscous liquid dripped all over his body.

It was the blood of Hitler who was attacked by Alphard.

Harry had never seen such a vicious curse—it was black magic through and through, and the German Führer was blown into thousands of pieces under Alphard's spell!He was a few tenths of a second late when he fell on the boy who had cast the spell, and was crushed by the flying stumps—and then both he and Alphard were shot, and the bullets were much faster than the spells.

Harry fell to the ground in despair.He could feel Hitler's blood and brains running down his face, into his eyes and throat, choking him.Dead!He subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly.Dead!He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. He could even feel the sounds around him fading away. During the elongated time, he could only hear his own heartbeat - thump, thump.

"Credence!!!"

Suddenly.The whole world fell silent.

With a splash, water washed away the blood from his face and eyes.

Harry coughed and opened his eyes.

What unfolded in front of his eyes was a huge, flowing black and gray.

He blinked hard, thinking he was blind.black.grey.permeated the whole world. Harry reacted for a second or two before realizing that he was surrounded by an inexplicable mass.The substance flowed and shuttled around him, bursting out bursts of golden-red light from time to time.

Alphard lay in his arms, Newt stood beside him.

The gunshots and shouts seemed to come in through the lake, making it hard to hear.In fact they were insulated by that black mass.

Harry could clearly see the bullets coming at them - but they couldn't penetrate the thick, ink-like barrier.It is a sticky and thick black flood, flowing in all directions, and the incoming bullets are washed into gravel-like debris by the torrent of magic...

"Fawkes!" Newt yelled. "Fawkes! Take us away!!"

A bird song pierced the sky.

Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of thousands of eyes, a big golden-red bird broke through the clouds and swooped down from a high altitude. For a while, even the soldiers on the ground forgot to shoot.All eyes are on it.The body of the phoenix is ​​the light of a star, and the spread wings are like burning fire. It plunges headlong into the mass of black and dense matter. The moment it is about to touch the matter, the matter suddenly collapses, and it turns into a person in an instant!

a young man.

The man grabbed Harry and Newt with his backhand, and the phoenix threw himself into his arms—with a pop!

They are all gone.

In the cold winds of Potsdam, only the red-gold, ashes of magic remained.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

duel

DUEL

Albus Dumbledore was shocked when he took the opponent's first move.

The last time they had seen each other, his enemy had not been able to perform such delicate magic.At that time, every move of Grindelwald was straightforward, decisive, directly hitting the vital point, and merciless.But now he is like an ingenious craftsman by the Arno River, his moves are so delicate that he can embroider flowers stitch by stitch on the lightest and thinnest brocade.

By the time of the third move, Albus understood that it wasn't that his opponent's magical attainments had improved by leaps and bounds within three years, but that his disposition was different from before, so that his mastery of the Elder Wand reached its pinnacle.

As far as Albus could remember, the Grindelwald he knew was not good at working with anyone.Usually it is only this man who is superior and gives orders, while others are humble and obedient.So in the short confrontation last time, he was not surprised to find that the opponent's strong desire to control made it difficult for the Elder Wand to cooperate.This peerless magic weapon is almost useless in the hands of this violent man.Whether it's the Sorting Hat or the Goblet of Fire, any powerful and thoughtful magical artifact needs room to play freely.Absolute control is counterproductive.

This time, however, the situation is completely different.

This time, Grindelwald and his weapon worked perfectly together, and Albus couldn't find any flaws.His enemy manipulated the Elder Wand as he manipulated his own body.It shines brightly in his hands, invincible.When Grindelwald pierced the night sky with it, Albus could even hear the low, crisp, melodious hum of magical elements being ignited in the air.

After just ten strokes, he was out of breath.

Gryffindors hate to admit defeat, but that's just their natural pride, not lack of self-knowledge.The students of this academy are actually very good at fighting. After all, their founder is also a well-known knight.But because of this, Gryffindor can quickly judge the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves in a short confrontation.

Ten moves are enough to make Albus Dumbledore realize that he is sure to lose today.He stepped awkwardly on a piece of indigo ruins.His enemy hung in the air, looking down at him with contempt.

"Do you want to continue?" Grindelwald asked haughtily, "If you bow your head now, I can consider letting your life go."

"and then?"

"You can choose the cell in Nurmengard. When I am in a good mood, I will visit you."

Albus couldn't believe he laughed out loud, "My answer is..." He slowly raised his right hand and swung it upwards.The anger rolled with the magic power, and thousands of ice fronts rose from the ground.Crystal-like sharp arrows shot into the sky from the ruins of thousands of hectares, and pierced straight towards the black wizard.

Grindelwald didn't even move a hair.

In an instant, the Frostbolt shattered at his feet, turning into profuse, crystal clear snow.Snowflakes flutter and dance in the night sky, like thousands of butterflies breaking out of their cocoons. The moment they flap their wings, they leave behind flakes of sparkling phosphorus.The bright moon is in the sky, the night is like ink, and the snowflakes are rustling, falling into the world with the most beautiful posture.

so beautiful.

Albus on the ground thought absently.

Bai Xue almost touched the top of his head and kissed the ends of his hair.

He waved his hand reluctantly, blocking them with a layer of glass.The snowflakes fell on the glass slowly, slowly, and the moment they touched, Albus heard a shrill, sharp burning sound.The snow was like milky white acid, burning through his barrier viciously, slowly, and mercilessly.

He tilted his head and stared at them intently.

The hexagonal snowflakes are like spun slender and fragile white yarn, each piece has a unique ice pattern, and each corner is covered with fine and soft ice shavings.They melted from the tip to the center as they burned through his glass screen.Under the action of tension, the ice flakes form spherical water droplets, which are crystal clear.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that black magic could be so beautiful.

All the spells of Grindelwald are beautiful gold and silver, and they are shaped like the most outstanding creations of the elves of Lothlorien.

But if they touch you, you are sure to die.

'Who said that beautiful things do not have the power of terror? '

'Who says beautiful things don't have the power to destroy? '

'Who says beautiful things can't be scary? '

Albus sighed softly.

Acidic snowflakes pierced through the glass armor, and with a swipe of the white wizard's hand, they burned up on top of his head, and with another swipe, he lifted himself to the same height as the other party.His enemy stared at him in the night wind with a relaxed expression, as if he had just overheated.Maybe he really warmed up, Albus thought with some embarrassment. Grindelwald's beautiful evening dress was spotless, but he was in such a state of distress, his white robe was almost gray, and the corners of the robe were still scorched.

"Unbelievable." He sighed, his blue eyes sincerely looked at his opponent, "I have to admit, I haven't seen such exquisite magic for a long time."

The enemy smiled slightly, "That's because you've been shutting yourself up in the castle, old friend.