Night Curtain fell, and the clouds above Azkaban were so thick they seemed to weigh down the sea. Suddenly, a silver-blue light tore through the darkness, streaking across the sky like a meteor and plummeting towards the black island. Immediately following was a dark red flame, carrying an aura of destruction. The two contrasting Magic Power collided in mid-air, instantly triggering a violent explosion. The shockwave churned, whipping up waves tens of meters high. The guards of Azkaban looked up in terror, only to see two figures facing each other in mid-air, their powerful aura causing the entire fortress to tremble. " Albus, so you finally want to kill me?" Grindelwald's voice, amplified by Sonorus, echoed throughout the island, carrying a mocking yet sorrowful tone. "Is it to complete your unfinished mission? Or to bid farewell to our laughable past?" " Gellert!"
Dumbledore's voice was calm and firm, yet contained the power of a thunderbolt. "Your madness must end. Today, I will put an end to your legend here."
Before the words were even finished, the two attacked simultaneously. Golden Phoenix flames and dark red hellfire intertwined in the air, forming roaring Fiendfyre dragons that tore at and devoured each other. The Magic Power Fluctuation spread outwards like tangible ripples, shattering rocks and evaporating seawater wherever they passed. But this was only the beginning.
Azkaban's defenses have been triggered.
As the two divine Magic Power clashed violently, the darkness deep within Azkaban seemed to be enraged. Countless black cloaks surged from every corner, converging like a black ocean. Those were Dementor, tens of thousands of Dementor. They sensed an unprecedentedly powerful soul energy—the feast they had longed for.
For an ordinary Wizard, a single Dementor is enough to plunge them into eternal despair.
For Dumbledore and Grindelwald at this moment, these monsters were merely embellishments on the backdrop, indispensable spectators in this grand drama. "Hiss..." A piercing gasp coalesced into a terrifying sonic boom, shrouding the entire sky in black shadow. They emerged from the cracks in the towers, rose from the silt of the seabed, and even tore through the void. Their target was clear: the two beings radiating dazzling light. "Looks like our performance has attracted quite a few spectators," Grindelwald sneered, lightly waving his Elder Wand, a crimson bolt of lightning striking the oncoming horde of Dementor.
"Then let them see more clearly," Dumbledore said softly, his wand drawing a perfect arc in the air. The silver Patronus Charm did not transform into a specific animal form as usual, but instead became a dazzling sun, hovering above his head, radiating pure and intense light.
However, the Dementor seemed unusually frenzied today. Perhaps spurred by the Magic Power of the two Dark Lord, they no longer feared the light, but instead charged relentlessly towards the center of the battlefield. They craved to devour that power, yearning to find ultimate pleasure in those two great souls. The black tide instantly engulfed the platform where the two stood. Countless cold, withered hands reached out to them, trying to touch their skin and drain their joy and hope.
The surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
Just as the Dementor were about to touch the two, a sudden change occurred.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald exchanged a glance, and in that instant, it seemed as if a century had passed between them. No words were needed, no gestures required; a tacit understanding transcending the mundane was established between them. They simultaneously increased their Magic Power output, not to attack each other, but to jointly construct an absolute domain.
"Boom!"
A violent storm of Magic Power energy suddenly erupted centered on the two of them.
This storm was unlike any magical duel before; it combined the ultimate purification of White Magic with the ultimate destruction of Dark Magic, forming a chaotic yet sacred vortex of power.
Those Dementor, who had been so menacing and eager to devour everything, appeared so small and laughable before this storm. The first few hundred Dementor to approach didn't even have time to scream before being torn to shreds the instant they touched the edge of the storm. It wasn't a physical tearing, but a complete annihilation of their souls. Dementor are Spirit Body without physical form; their essence is a collection of negative emotions. But before this pure Magic Power that transcends the boundaries of life and death, their very existence is negated.
"Look, Albus!"
Grindelwald laughed, his long hair whipping wildly in the storm, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. "This is the true meaning of power! Before absolute power, fear is nothing but a joke!"
Dumbledore silent, his expression solemn and compassionate. He watched the black figures vanish in the storm, as if he were seeing countless tormented souls finding release.
The silvery sunlight surged, merging with Grindelwald's crimson lightning to form a red and silver aurora that Cleansweep across the entire Azkaban.
More Dementor surged in from all directions, rushing towards the death zone like moths to a flame. They came one after another, endlessly, but their fate was always the same—they vanished in an instant.
Some Dementor had their cloaks bursting into flames and turning to black ash as soon as they approached the outer edge of the storm.
Some exploded the moment they came into contact with the Magic Power ripples, turning into wisps of black smoke that were then swept away by the storm and disappeared without a trace.
The Guardians of Azkaban, who once struck fear into the hearts of countless prisoners and rendered the Auror helpless, were as fragile as paper before these two godlike beings. Their shrieks were completely drowned out by the roar of the storm, and their black figures appeared so dim in the interwoven red and silver light.
This was a one-sided massacre, but also a magnificent display. Dumbledore and Grindelwald were telling the world, and each other, that nothing and no one in this world could stop them except each other—not even death itself.
They are nothing compared to them.
certainly.
There was an element of acting involved.
But aren't there other metaphorical implications in reality as well?
It's reasonable to take this opportunity to vent the grudges that have been building up over the years. In any case, as the battle continues, the ground of Azkaban has begun to crumble.
Huge rocks were lifted up by Magic Power and turned to dust in the storm. Seawater evaporated into steam, enveloping the entire island in a hazy white mist.
At the heart of this chaos, Dumbledore and Grindelwald are still locked in a fierce battle.
Each clinking of their wands triggered a small Magic Power explosion. But in reality, every movement they made was filled with exquisite control.
Those seemingly deadly spells always missed their mark at the last moment; those seemingly devastating shockwaves always cleverly avoided the opponent's fatal points.
They were acting, for the possible surviving Dementor, for the monitoring Crystal Ball far away in the Ministry of Magic, for future historians. "You're old, Albus," Grindelwald said softly, casting a curse powerful enough to destroy half of London, his voice gentle Dumbledore could understand, "Your reaction was a beat too slow."
"You've been too hasty, Gellert." Dumbledore returned a Binding Charm, a fleeting sadness in his eyes. "You still don't understand; true power lies not in destruction, but in protection."
"Protect? Ha!" Grindelwald laughed maniacally, his laughter echoing through the storm. "I protect the future, that new world without Muggle oppression, where Wizard reign supreme! And you, you protect a long-rotten old order!"
"Perhaps," Dumbledore sighed, "But in any case, after today, all of this will be over."
Their conversation was hidden beneath the intense exchange of spells; to outsiders it sounded like two mortal enemies taunting each other, but only they knew it was their final farewell.
The Dementor around were nearly gone. The once endless black army was now reduced to a few scattered creatures trembling in a distant corner. They instinctively felt fear, the instinct of creatures facing their natural enemy. These two men were practically walking Calamity, gods who transcended the Law of life and death.
The Magic Power storm unleashed by Dumbledore and Grindelwald instantly annihilated most of the Dementor, but its terrifying aftershocks slammed into the island's fragile ecological balance like a giant hammer. The remaining Dementor, though not directly torn apart, numbered less than a tenth of their original size.
But they are in a more terrifying state now than they were in their prime.
Fear, an emotion originally belonging only to humans and animals, was now spreading among these formless, dark creatures. They instinctively wanted to flee this land trampled by the power of the gods.
I want to escape to the sea, to the ends of the earth.
However, Azkaban is not merely a prison; it is a vast magical cage. Ancient defensive spells have long since isolated the entire island from the outside world, especially the binding arrays targeting these negative energy creatures. Far from failing after the earth-shattering Magic Power impact, the arrays have become even more violent and distorted due to the chaotic Magic Power.
When the first Dementor attempting to break free of the island's boundary crashed into an invisible, transparent barrier, a piercing scream instantly shattered everyone's eardrums.
The voice was no longer the soothing whisper of the past, but a roar filled with pain, rage, and madness. Then, a second, a third... countless surviving Dementor crashed into an invisible wall on their escape route. They were bounced back.
It crashed heavily onto the broken rocks and the evaporating seabed.
After being bounced back, the Dementor let out a shrill scream, like fingernails scraping glass! They continued to frantically crash into the barrier! Once, twice, three times... With each impact, the pale blue light would flicker, and a wisp of blue smoke would rise from the Dementor ' bodies!
It felt like being burned!
Dozens of Dementor simultaneously crashed into the barrier, causing the pale blue light to tremble violently, as if it might shatter at any moment! The Auror watched in horror as the light grew dimmer, their minds blank—if the barrier broke, these Dementor would escape, flee into the Muggle world, flee into all of the United Kingdom!
That would be an unimaginable disaster!
"Stop them!" Gleeson roared, his voice trembling with fear. "Everyone, stop them!"
The Auror, as if waking from a dream, raised their wands and attacked the Dementor who were ramming against the barrier.
" Patronus Charm!"
Dozens of silvery-white rays shot out from the tip of the wand, transforming into Guardian Spirit of various forms—wolves, eagles, snakes, and stags—charging towards the Dementor, attempting to drive them away from the barrier.
But this time, the Dementor did not scatter and flee as usual.
They turned around, their rotting, featureless faces facing the Guardian Spirit, emitting even more piercing screams! The screams coalesced into an invisible wave of sound, shaking the Guardian Spirit to their knees!
Several weak Guardian Spirit shattered instantly, turning into countless silver specks of light that vanished into nothingness! The Auror who had unleashed those Guardian Spirit screamed in agony, clutching their chests as they collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen white!
"How is this possible?!" an older Auror roared in disbelief. "How could Dementor attack Guardian Spirit?!"
No one could answer him.
These Dementor have gone completely insane.
This desperate situation, where they could neither die nor survive, ignited the long-suppressed madness of the Dementor. They were no longer orderly guardians, but a group of beasts trapped in a cage. Their black cloaks billowed wildly, their withered arms flailing erratically as they began to indiscriminately attack any living thing in sight.
They no longer feared the Guardian Spirit, no longer feared anything—they only wanted to escape, to escape the cage that had imprisoned them for hundreds of years! More Dementor joined the ranks of those crashing against the barrier. The pale blue light grew dimmer, and cracks began to appear, tiny, spiderweb-like fissures spreading across the barrier's surface!
"Damn it! Have they gone mad?" a young Auror cried out in terror, his wand trembling violently. He had just recovered from the shock of Dumbledore's duel with Grindelwald, and before he could even feel thankful to be alive, he was terrified by this sudden turn of events. "Quick! Stop them!"
Gleeson roared madly, casting Patronus Charm repeatedly, but his Guardian Spirit was just a tiny field mouse, which was shattered by the Dementor's shriek as soon as it rushed out.
The Auror fought with all their might, but their Guardian Spirit, like moths to a flame, shattered and vanished before the crazed Dementor. One after another, they fell, clutching their heads and screaming in agony, their faces filled with fear and despair.
A giant Dementor, seemingly the leader of the Dementor, slammed into the deepest crack in the barrier!
"Crack!"
The crack widened further! The pale blue light flickered violently, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment!
Gleeson slumped to the ground, his face ashen.
He watched the cracks widen, watched the Dementor pounding wildly against the barrier, watched his fallen, groaning, and desperate colleagues beside him.
"It's over..." he murmured, "Completely over..."