God?

"You think you can enjoy grace without serving God? You even want to kill God?"

Herpo the Foul let out a sinister, savage laugh behind Dumbledore. "Where in the world is there such a good bargain? Madmen like you have fallen before me more times than I can count. No one is special."

Dumbledore's pupils contracted sharply. He was not good at dealing with such an elusive enemy, but fortunately, thanks to Grindelwald's delaying tactics, he had prepared the spell most suited to the situation.

An indescribably beautiful birdsong rang out between the two of them, and a Phoenix bathed in silver light bloomed like flame. It spread its wings, and the flames of the soul poured over Herpo the Foul, forcing him back two steps. The Patronus Charm, a spell originally born specifically to counter Herpo the Foul, had an almost instinctive suppressive force over him. That was also why Grindelwald had said Nelson restrained Herpo the Foul—aside from Transfiguration and Alchemy, more than half the magic he excelled at was related to the Patronus Charm, or rather, they were all extensions of the Patronus Charm.

The Phoenix's flames could only act upon the soul. With a wave of Dumbledore's Wand, the Phoenix's proud and beautiful body was shaped from magic out of thin air. The instant Herpo the Foul appeared, spirit and substance overlapped as one, and it spread its wings and pounced at him, clamping tightly around his body. Its soft feathers turned into hard steel, and guided by its sharp talons, they pierced deep into Herpo the Foul's body. The power of the soul collided with the filth of Dark Magic, and thick smoke immediately rose from Herpo the Foul's body, giving off a sizzling sound like meat frying.

Dumbledore glanced out of the corner of