The Oriole Lurks Behind

The Elder Wand ... Sean dropped open slightly. The Elder Wand was in Dumbledore's hands!

That would mean that Dumbledore Grindelwald once in the past few decades, or that Grindelwald had deliberately transferred the powerful wand.

In this originally evenly matched battle, Newt wore down Grindelwald's defenses, and the Elder Wand will become the final trump card to tip the scales.

"Interesting... Hahahaha, this is so interesting!" Grindelwald burst into laughter.

"Sizzle—" The demonic flames surrounding everyone rose up and converged towards their master.

Newt finally stopped casting spells. He even withdrew the earthen-yellow Stone Wall Demon Net and stared blankly into the air.

Sean's hair stood on end; he had already sensed danger.

They were going to fight to the death... Thinking of this, Sean shouted even harder at the two of them.

"Phoenix! It's Phoenix! Mr. Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore!"

However, no one paid him any attention.

"Albus, let me see if you can transcend the limits of magic in this world!" Grindelwald laughed maniacally.

The two raised their wands at the same time and uttered the spell for the first time.

Grindelwald: "Protego Diabolica".

Dumbledore: "Partis Temporus (the Partis Temporus)."

Ten times more intense than before, the deep blue flames filled the entire sky, burning with all their might, the flames at the top even turning milky white.

There are no longer fire Fire Dragon and Phoenix transformed from flames, only flames, the flames of the entire world.

Having finally escaped the demonic flames, everyone knelt down. The temperature above their heads was terrifying, and the air was thinning, distorting their vision.

Sean, the only one unaffected, opened his eyes wide.

Dumbledore held up the Elder Wand, and the terrifying demonic flames could not get close to his body. Instead, they were controlled from the tip of the wand, and a vortex of fire that shot straight into the sky was spinning wildly.

He controlled Grindelwald's demonic flames!

"Boom—" With a huge sound, Sean's vision was completely filled with flames. The deep blue demonic flames were pushed apart to become two walls of fire, leaving a clear path in the middle, at the end of which was Grindelwald with a crazy grin on his face.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, and the vortex of flame above his head had completely turned golden-red.

"Ha-ha-hahaha! Hahaha!" Grindelwald laughed and stretched out his arms, his face full of joy and enjoyment.

"Professor!" Sean shouted.

"Boom—" The golden-red flames passed through the deep blue flame tunnel, and then—

Devour Grindelwald!

A light brighter than looking directly at the sun pierced everyone's eyes. Sean's vision was filled with white, and all he could hear was the buzzing sound of the explosion.

When Sean opened his red, tear-filled eyes, the flames that seemed to devour the world were no longer there.

He tried to make the colorful little bugs on his retina fly away, striving to restore his blurred vision to clear.

Except for the very center area, Père Lachaise Cemetery has been completely reduced to ashes, with scattered embers emitting their last glow.

Sean finally saw the scene on the ground.

Dumbledore, and the Elder Wand trembled slightly in his hand.

Opposite him lay on the ground, his body charred black... Grindelwald.

Sean felt as if a thorn had been plunged deep into his throat, stirring and making it hard to breathe.

He floated up and moved with some unsteady steps.

Dumbledore glanced at him, then gently waved his wand, a soft force keeping them at bay.

Sean struggled to lift his head, his hoarse voice filled with bitterness and confusion. "Professor, why..."

The one who answered him was not Dumbledore, but Grindelwald, whose voice was dry and weak.

"Sean ...look..." Grindelwald raised his head slightly and gave him a gentle smile, looking as weak as if he were about to die. "I told you long ago...you shouldn't have gone to Hogwarts in the first place...hahaha."

Dumbledore expressionless, but his heavy breathing hadn't calmed down. "Gellert... you're under arrest..."

"Yes...yes..." Grindelwald's head, which had been slightly raised, slumped back down. He squinted at the night sky. "What a beautiful night..."

Sean didn't even notice that he was questioning Dumbledore in an extremely agitated tone. "Professor! Is it Phoenix?! Why didn't you tell him?!"

Dumbledore did not answer Sean's question. He weakly raised his head and looked at the still-burning area in the distance.

Grindelwald smiled weakly but contentedly, "Sean, shut up, I want to hear him say it to me himself."

Dumbledore hesitated slightly, then his face returned to calm. "There's nothing to say, Gellert."

"Is that so..." Grindelwald raised a hand with trembling hands, excitedly licked his charred lips, and then slowly snapped his fingers.

"Then I'll give you another gift..."

"Boom—" The night sky was illuminated once again.

The entire city of Paris, with a population of nearly ten million, was engulfed in flames!

"Grindelwald!" Dumbledore's voice trembled.

After Grindelwald finished the movement, his raised hand fell limply to the ground. He struggled to turn his injured and weakened body, but in the end, he could only turn his body slightly to the side.

"Hmm... I'm going to take a nap, you go ahead and do your work... Ha, I Paris— " He closed his eyes contentedly.

Dumbledore had no more time to speak. He waved his wand, and a transparent barrier enveloped Grindelwald, keeping Sean outside, before disappearing from the spot.

Sean turned to look at the burning Paris, and then he saw the flames begin to rise and gather towards the very center of the sky.

"Teacher! Teacher!" Sean turned around and patted the transparent barrier.

Grindelwald's voice was still weak as he muttered angrily, "Not dead yet, you brat? Can't you leave the eulogy for a few years?"

Sean relaxed a little, then said anxiously in a low voice, "Teacher, it's the Phoenix. You know the power behind these people, right? Dumbledore has been caught out of his weakness."

"Ha..." Grindelwald's voice grew weaker and weaker. "Sean, I told you, shut up and let him tell me himself. Ha, provided he can clean up this mess and save this ravaged world..."

"But..." Sean wanted to say something more.

"Shh... I'm tired. Let me get some quiet sleep before I go into the cell—oh, and don't strain yourself. Albus's curse isn't something a little kid like you can break. You'll just disturb my sleep..."

Sean's grip on the wand loosened weakly.

What a terrible day... He shook his head helplessly.

The people underground also rushed to the surface, and someone grabbed Sean's shoulder.

"Come with us."

"Let go." Sean turned his head away expressionlessly.

The wizard who had grabbed his shoulder froze for a moment, startled by the coldness and violence in Sean's eyes, and even staggered back a step.

"You, I suspect you have some kind of shady deal with the suspect. Come with me!" His expression turned ugly as he was intimidated by a second-grade child.

"Snap!" The fiery, invisible whip lashed across the back of his hand.

"Don't move!" The remaining Guard Corps immediately raised their wands at Sean.

"Hey! Hey! Are you guys out of your minds?" Sirius, wand in hand, strode up to Sean, his eyes blazing with fury. "Trying this on a second-grader? He just saved your lives, you idiots!"

The wizard who had just grabbed Sean shook his hand, his face extremely grim. "Black from the England office? You know you're..."

James stepped in, his expression grim, but he remained calm. "Listen, whether he needs to be investigated is up to Mr. Dumbledore."

Newt also came over. He glanced at Grindelwald lying there and said slowly, "Dumbledore said not to worry about this child, and only Dumbledore can handle the fire in Paris. You can't help, so please go back."

With his back to everyone, Grindelwald coughed twice and said slowly, "Sean, I told you, some people don't understand what gratitude is."

The wizard gave Grindelwald a stiff look, then forcefully suppressed his anger—yes, even when Grindelwald was weak and trapped under the spell, he dared not speak loudly to him.

The demonic flames he just witnessed were enough to haunt him for a lifetime.

He turned to Newt: "Mr. Scamander, what about him..."

"You can't escape. Dumbledore will handle it. Go back."

After saying that, he tossed the ring to Sean and then Apparition away without a second thought.

Since Newt had said so, the Guard Corps couldn't say anything more. They exchanged glances, and the leader gave a few instructions.

"Go back first. The injured should go to the medical team for treatment. You, you, come with me later to bring more people. You, you two, you stay here. As for the colleagues from various foreign offices who came to assist, please go back."

Explosions rang out, and the wizards left one after another, especially the members of the Guard Corps headquarters, who suffered the most heavy losses tonight. Their leader, Marshall, was killed, and most of the people Grindelwald burned to death were also their core members.

Sirius and James fell behind.

"Sean?" James crouched down, his face showing concern.

"Don't worry about me." Sean shook his head; he was going to wait here for Dumbledore to give him an explanation.

Sirius shrugged at James and said, "Okay... let's see if we can help Dumbledore."

The fierce duel that had taken place just two minutes ago suddenly fell silent. Apart from the fire that lit up the night sky in the distance, Grindelwald had planted an absurd number of "bombs" in Paris, which even Dumbledore had not yet dealt with.

Sean glanced at Grindelwald, who had his back to him, and then struggled to sit down on the ground, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.

Grindelwald was probably really out of strength, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have left him here without worry.

Two Guard Corps remained behind: a tall, thin, gloomy witch and a young, seemingly passionate witch.

Obscurus, suddenly had a thought, "That terrible feeling... seems to have disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Sean frowned. He hadn't dared to use the Obscurus yet, because he didn't know what the hidden power was.

"It seems so..." Obscurus a little unsure.

"What is that?" Sean asked.

Obscurus seemed to be thinking, its thoughts moving slowly. "I don't know, it's strange, it has a strange attraction for me, a fatal attraction, I've never encountered anything like it before."

"Attraction..." Sean scratched his head in frustration.

He tried to analyze the situation, but the sight of Grindelwald lying on the ground beside him made it impossible for him to concentrate.

"Like an animal's den? Sorry, my descriptive skills aren't quite up to par." Obscurus continued to slowly convey her thoughts.

"A nest?" Sean tried to clear his head. "But Obscurus are born from wizards..."

"So it's strange—be careful!" A sudden, intense thought flashed through Obscurus's mind!

Sean's left hand transformed into black particles, and the immense force pulled his body aside.

"Buzz!" A green spell grazed past Sean before striking the transparent barrier with a dizzying buzzing sound.

Sean, who had just escaped death, felt his hair stand on end. It wasn't just a curse; Obscurus, autonomous power flowed into his body, and a feeling of palpitation rose in his heart!

That gaping maw in the darkness was still there! Moreover, because of the activation of the power, even Sean felt the suction force, as if a head was trying to burrow into his body and devour Obscurus!

He took a deep breath, forcibly severing the connection between the Obscurus and his own power, and then raised his wand to cast a Protego Diabolica.

He turned around and saw the witch left behind by the Guard Corps lying limply on the ground, her companions retracting their wands with ferocious expressions.

"Turtle shell..." The young wizard's face had lost its sunny and passionate look, replaced by a twisted and perverse expression.

Sean's pupils suddenly contracted; he had seen this look before!

The man walked over, casually slapping away the spell Sean had shot at him, his lips curling into an even wider smile.

"Looks like you recognized me? Hahaha." The other person let out a hysterical laugh.

His face was contorted, his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and his mouth was horribly pulled down to his cheekbones.

"Riddle ..." Sean suddenly uttered the spell, muttering to himself.

"Silent Stinging Hex..." The other party shook off Sean's spell, and black mist rose from his body. "See, Wallerup, the same trick won't work on me a second time, ha, but it works very well on you?"

Sean clenched his teeth. Why was Voldemort here...?

Voldemort's laughter was cruel and grating. "Wallerup, look at the flames around you. You've learned quite well, tsk tsk. Even I would need some time to open this tortoise shell. Dumbledore will be back soon, so I've decided to let you go this time."

He laughed and looked at the lying Grindelwald: "Ha, let's pry open another door first!"