After hearing Grindelwald's words, Voldemort surprisingly 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 just so happened to be one of Voldemort's specialties.
As for losing to Grindelwald, Voldemort had never considered that possibility. Grindelwald was simply too old.
Time had left deep marks on the old man and taken many precious things from him. The current 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, Felix Felicis still took effect. The wooden door that Grindelwald had blasted open swung toward Voldemort like a giant slap, interrupting his deadly spell for him.
Voldemort had clearly not expected someone to ambush him with a door. To avoid being knocked down by one, he was forced to abandon the Killing Curse and shatter the flying door first, lest he become a laughingstock.
Grindelwald truly was old.
The decades he had spent in Nurmengard prison had taken many precious things from him, but with the potent effects of Felix Felicis, he had regained most of what he had lost.
The current Grindelwald was still the same Dark Lord he had once been—ruthless, steeped in bloodshed, yet no less elegant for it.
Naturally, he had not expected those wood chips to harm Voldemort. It was merely one of Grindelwald's little tricks, meant to disrupt Voldemort and the Death Eaters behind him and buy himself precious time.
No matter how confident Grindelwald was, he did not believe he could face a large group of Dark wizards. Once Voldemort fully recovered, death would not be far away.
Fortunately, Grindelwald moved quickly. While