After hearing Grindelwald's words, Voldemort unexpectedly showed no anger. Instead, he raised his wand and prepared to cast Avada Kedavra at Grindelwald.
As long as he killed the man before him, the Deathstick would belong to him, and murder happened to be one of Voldemort's specialties.
As for losing to Grindelwald, Voldemort had never considered that possibility. Grindelwald was simply far too old.
The years had left deep marks on the old man and taken many precious things from him. Grindelwald was no longer as nimble as he had been in his youth, nor could he deftly evade Voldemort's utterly lethal killing magic.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Liquid Luck still worked. The wooden door Grindelwald had blasted open swung at Voldemort like a giant slap, interrupting that fatal Killing Curse for him.
Voldemort had clearly not expected someone to ambush him with a door. To keep from being knocked down by one, he was forced to abandon the Killing Curse and shatter the flying wooden door first, lest he become a laughingstock.
Grindelwald really was old.
Decades of life in Nurmengard prison had taken many precious things from him, but with the powerful effects of Liquid Luck, he had reclaimed most of what he had lost.
The current Grindelwald was still the same Dark Lord as before—ruthless, elegant, and accustomed to slaughter.
Naturally, he had not expected those wood chips to hurt Voldemort. It was merely one of Grindelwald's little tricks, meant to disrupt Voldemort and the Death Eaters behind him, buying himself precious time.
No matter how confident Grindelwald was, he did not believe he could take on a large group of Dark Wizards. Once Voldemort fully recovered, death would not be far away.
Fortunately, Grindelwald moved fast enough. While Voldemort shattered the troublesome door, a stream of