Everyone waited on the ground.
"What is that?" a young Auror finally couldn't help but ask, his voice hoarse and trembling. "That's... that's Dumbledore's Raven?" "A Raven...?" His companion gave a bitter laugh. "A Raven is golden, it breathes fire, it sings. It's a Raven, a black Raven, bigger than any other Raven. And—didn't you see? Those Dementor in front of it are like... like tamed dogs!"
No one could explain it all. They were just Auror from the Ministry of Magic, well-trained and experienced, specializing in dealing with dark Wizard. But what had happened today—that godlike duel, those crazed Dementor, and that Raven that made all Dementor bow down—was far beyond their comprehension.
Gleeson slowly stood up, his legs still weak. He looked in the direction the Raven had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"This matter... must be reported." He began with difficulty, " The Ministry of Magic must know that there is a Raven... capable of controlling Dementor." No one objected.
But they all knew how absurd the report would be.
"Boom!"
At that very moment.
The sounds of a massive battle erupted once more.
The nights in the North Sea are always deathly still and cold.
The leaden-gray clouds hung low, tightly enveloping the Azkaban prison, which stood isolated amidst the raging waves.
This prison, known as the most heavily guarded and impenetrable in the Wizarding World, is shrouded in the cold mist of Dementor year-round. The waves crash against the rough black rock walls, producing a dull and despairing sound. Even the sea breeze carries the cold, decaying scent left by the Dementor, as if time itself has stood still here.
All that remains is eternal confinement and despair.
But tonight, that deathly silence was shattered. An unprecedented Magic Power Fluctuation swept through the entire prison like a tsunami. Even the defensive spells surrounding Azkaban trembled violently, emitting a groan of unbearable strain, and cracks spread across the defensive barriers like a spiderweb.
The matter is difficult to quell.
The initial disaster seems to be escalating again.
It foreshadows a catastrophe that will overturn the entire Wizarding World's understanding of what's to come.
How could this happen!
"Oh my god! Everything is ruined!"
"Mom, I don't want to die here!"
The Ministry of Magic's Auror Command received an emergency alert a quarter of an hour earlier: Azkaban's defense system was completely out of control, the core prison was experiencing Magic Power riot, and Gellert Grindelwald, the most dangerous dark Wizard in history, was suspected to have broken free of his confinement, leaving Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore to face him alone.
The Dementor riot was also mentioned.
However, it was clearly far less intense than the battle that was taking place. The Magic Power chaos caused by the clash of their auras had already alarmed Wizard within a hundred miles. Within minutes, a large number of elite Auror gathered from magical strongholds in the United Kingdom, Ireland, and even across the Europe continent Flying Broomstick streaked across the night sky, and Apparition lights flickered around Azkaban. They held wands and wore standard Auror uniforms.
Their faces were solemn and grave. They had come with the mission of suppressing dark Wizard and protecting the peace of the Wizarding World, and each of them was prepared for a fierce and brutal battle. "Is this the fighting power that humans should have?"
"Wow! The difference Wizard Wizard just too big!"
"We have absolutely no way to get involved!"
The Auror who came to our aid have arrived.
But when they actually reached the outskirts of Azkaban and stepped into the area shrouded in Magic Power pressure, all the Auror froze in place. Their feet seemed to be Body-Bind Curse the ground, unable to move forward even half a step. The terrifying pressure emanating from the top Wizard was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on the chests of each of them, making their breath catch in their throats, their wands burn, and even their fingertips tremble uncontrollably.
Let alone stopping it.
Without any orders, all the Auror instinctively scattered, rushing towards the end of the corridor, the corner of the stairs, the protrusions of the prison wall, and the crevices of the rocks by the sea, desperately searching for a relatively safe hiding place. No one dared to approach the center of the Magic Power turmoil, not even a single step.
"All we can do is pray!"
They gripped their wands tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force, their eyes fixed on the distance, their pupils filled with disbelief and terror. Their minds went blank; they had completely forgotten their mission, left only with instinctive awe and fear.
" Merlin's beard... what is that?" A young Auror, who had just graduated from Auror School not long ago, leaned against the cold, black stone wall, his body sliding down uncontrollably. His wand slipped from his limp hand and rolled to the ground. His voice trembled, and he murmured to himself with a sob in his voice.
His gaze was fixed on the area deep within the prison, where light was constantly emanating. "That's not an ordinary magical duel, this... this is a battlefield we can't possibly intervene in!" At this moment, a middle-aged Auror with twenty years of combat experience beside him bit his lower lip hard until he tasted blood before he could barely steady himself. He stared intently ahead, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping. "Don't speak, hold your breath! That's Headmaster Dumbledore and Grindelwald... even the slightest aftershock of their duel could crush us into dust! We don't even have the right to get close!"
The oldest Auror commander in the crowd, with his gray hair and face etched with the marks of time, had participated in countless raids against dark Wizard, witnessed the most ferocious Death Eater, and experienced the most brutal magical battles. Yet, at this moment, his hand holding his wand trembled incessantly.
His aged face was filled with horror, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
A long time passed.
He managed to squeeze out, "It's over... it's all over... This isn't a battle, it's gods fighting. We mortals aren't even worthy to be bystanders." Several senior Auror around him nodded in agreement. Some covered their mouths tightly to prevent screams from escaping, while others collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way. Everyone's eyes were filled with terror, completely devoid of their usual decisiveness and sharpness.
Just then, a deafening roar exploded, and the heavy black stone roof of Azkaban was instantly shattered by two extremely powerful Magic Power. The broken stones and tiles scattered like raindrops, carrying a scorching Magic Power aura, and crashed into the sea below, stirring up countless splashes.
The dark night sky was instantly illuminated, and all traces of its previous gloom and deathly silence vanished.
Golden and black Magic Power light, like two torrents, intertwined, collided, and exploded wildly in the night sky. The two figures kept approaching, fighting, and separating. Every close-range collision produced a roar that could tear the sky apart. The sound pierced through the clouds and spread throughout the entire North Sea!
The waves were churned up to several meters high, crashing wildly against the rock walls; with each brief separation, a long, burning trail of Magic Power trail followed behind, the golden trail as brilliant as sunlight, the black trail as violent as hellfire, the two trails intersecting and crisscrossing in the night sky!
A terrifying, apocalyptic scene unfolded, illuminating the entirety of Azkaban, the roaring North Sea, and every stunned Auror on the shore. "By Merlin... am my eyes playing tricks on me?" The eldest Auror commander stared at the two figures high in the sky, his wand clattering to the cold stone. Oblivious to the pain, he murmured, his voice filled with despair and shock, "Is this... the legendary pinnacle of Wizard power? This is Grindelwald, who nearly controlled the entire Europe Wizarding World, and Dumbledore, our only reliance... This power transcends the realm of spells; this is a clash of laws!" "I thought we Auror were the pinnacle of the Wizarding World Wizarding World, but before them, we're nothing but ants..." A veteran Auror captain, having participated in numerous battles, gazed at the devastating scene in the sky, his voice filled with self-doubt, "Our wands, in their eyes, are probably no different from wooden sticks."
"Look! The flames surrounding Mr. Grindelwald! That's Fiendfyre! The most powerful Dark Magic, Fiendfyre!" An Auror skilled in Dark Magic defense screamed, his face ashen. "Ordinary Fiendfyre can devour everything and is impossible to extinguish, but his Fiendfyre has actually solidified! It's terrifying!"
In the night sky, Gellert Grindelwald, clad in a long black robe that billowed wildly in the wind, hovered high above, surrounded by ever-growing and more violent black Fiendfyre. These flames were unlike ordinary red flames; they were an extreme, deep black, carrying a chilling and destructive power that could devour everything. The flames rolled and surged, crackling and exploding, scorching and Transfiguration the surrounding air. Then, the black Fiendfyre frantically coalesced behind him, stretching and taking shape, eventually transforming into a pair of enormous fiery wings that blotted out the sky. The wingspan was tens of meters, almost obscuring half of the night sky. With each flap of the wings, countless burning black fiery feathers rained down from the heavens.
Like a world-ending rain of fire.
The fire feathers fell densely into the North Sea below. The moment they touched the seawater, they stirred up a cloud of scalding white steam, which quickly rose and enveloped the entire sea area, blurring visibility but unable to block the terrifying Magic Power pressure.
Albus Dumbledore opposite him, held the Elder Wand.
Dressed in a deep blue robe, his expression was calm yet undeniably resolute. He was surrounded by a soft yet incredibly powerful golden holy light, a warm and profound radiance that carried the power to purify everything, creating a stark contrast to Grindelwald's black Fiendfyre. The golden light swirled and coalesced behind him.
Ultimately, it transformed into an enormous, slowly rotating halo of light. Ancient and mysterious golden runes were engraved on the edge of the halo. With each rotation, countless tiny golden runes flew out from the halo and circled around Dumbledore, like loyal guardians, silently protecting him and resisting the terrifying erosion from the Fiendfyre.
Grindelwald threw his head back and laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh that carried fifty years of suppressed arrogance and recklessness. It echoed through the night sky, carried by the wind and the roar of Magic Power, reaching the ears of every Auror and sending a chill down their spines. " Albus! For decades! I was imprisoned in that cold cage, waiting day and night for this day!"
"I'm waiting for an opponent who can fight me with all his might, waiting for an opportunity to unleash my full power once again! Very well! You haven't disappointed me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his wand violently, and with a fierce swing of his arm, the pair of black flame wings that blotted out the sky behind him suddenly unfolded. Countless sharp black fire feathers shot towards Dumbledore at lightning speed like a torrential rain, each fire feather containing the ultimate Fiendfyre Magic Power!
It is incredibly sharp, capable of piercing through thick steel and burning the soul of Wizard; once touched, there is Eternal Damnation.
Fire feathers streaked through the air with a sharp whistling sound, densely packed together, almost completely sealing off any space for Dumbledore to hide. The Auror below gasped at the sight, instinctively closing their eyes, thinking that Dumbledore would be instantly swallowed up.
Dumbledore remained unfazed, steadily raising his Elder Wand and slowly drawing a perfect, enormous circle in the air. His movements were calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic. As he moved, the enormous golden halo behind him instantly expanded rapidly, its light surging, transforming into a massive golden barrier that engulfed all the incoming black fire feathers.
The fire feathers struggled and exploded wildly inside the light wheel. The black Fiendfyre and golden holy light clashed fiercely, emitting a sizzling sound. In a short while, all the fire feathers were burned to ashes by the purifying power of the light wheel, turning into nothingness completely, leaving not even a Mars.
" Gellert, you're still so stubborn, so arrogant." Dumbledore's voice was gentle yet resonant, piercing the night sky, carrying a hint of helplessness yet filled with firm rebuke. "You still don't understand that power is never meant for destruction, nor for controlling others."
"It's always been this way. You're obsessed with your so-called For the Greater Good, yet you've stepped deeper and deeper into the abyss of destruction. Even now, you still refuse to wake up." "Wake up? Albus, stop with the hypocrisy!" Grindelwald's eyes flashed, a mad flame burning in his Heterochromia, his tone filled with undisguised mockery. "We both know that this corrupt Wizarding World needs change, it needs true power to lead! You clearly possess the same power as me, yet you willingly hide in Hogwarts as a cowardly headmaster, protecting those ignorant Muggle and mediocre Wizard. You're wasting your talent, you're a desecration of power!"
The two exchanged sharp words, but their hands never stopped moving.
Dumbledore pointed his Elder Wand forward fiercely, and the golden halo behind him surged forward with a destructive force. Wherever the halo passed, the air twisted violently, and the black Fiendfyre gave way. Like a falling sun, it crushed Grindelwald.
The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. The Auror below all raised their hands to shield their eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and oppression wash over them. "Well done!"
Grindelwald didn't retreat a single step; instead, a more maniacal smile appeared on his face. His hands trembled rapidly, and black Fiendfyre surged wildly around him.
The enormous fiery wings behind him suddenly closed, enveloping his entire body and instantly transforming into a gigantic, pitch-black egg engulfed in Fiendfyre. The eggshell's surface was crisscrossed with patterns, possessing astonishing defensive capabilities, and it met the golden halo head-on.