Yes.
It wasn't that he didn't want to call for help; on the contrary, he desperately wanted reinforcements to appear, even if it was just to hold them off for a moment. But deep down, he knew better than anyone that asking for help was pointless. Ask the Ministry of Magic for help?
Those officials sitting in the offices of the Ministry of Magic in London, pampered for many years, usually just pointed fingers at documents. Most of them couldn't even cast a stable Shield Charm smoothly, let alone fight against a master of Dark Magic like Grindelwald. Even if they brought reinforcements, they would only be throwing their lives away.
It could even disrupt Dumbledore's rhythm.
Should they seek help from the International Wizarding Union? The Wizard representatives from those countries are only concerned with weighing their own interests and passing the buck. They usually turn a blind eye to the forces of Dark Magic, but when it comes to a life-or-death situation, they will only retreat to protect themselves. No one dares to face the duel between these two Legend.
Gleeson closed his eyes, the cowardly images of the Ministry of Magic officials flashing through his mind. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his fingertips finally fell limp. He could only watch helplessly as the battle raged in the sky.
Just then, the battle in the sky suddenly escalated. The golden light around Dumbledore suddenly condensed, transforming into a golden lightsaber several meters long. He raised the Elder Wand high above his head, and with a fierce swing of his wrist, the lightsaber, accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air, slashed fiercely at the black fire clouds surrounding Grindelwald, like a sword of dawn.
The golden light moved with incredible speed, without any unnecessary movements, directly targeting Grindelwald's core and instantly cleaving the thick mass of black flames in two! The moment the black flames were torn apart by the golden light, a piercing explosion rang out, shattering into countless tiny Mars the size of rice grains, raining down like a black storm, densely covering the sea surface. The instant the Mars touched the seawater, they instantly stirred up a cloud of white steam, rising tens of meters high, enveloping the entire sea surface. The seawater was scorched by the high temperature, boiling and gurgling—a truly terrifying scene. Taking advantage of the brief moment when the black flames dissipated, Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged from the golden light.
His condition is far from perfect.
A long tear ran from his shoulder to his waist in his white robe, the fabric charred black by the flames, wisps of smoke rising from the edges. His long, silvery hair was disheveled, a few strands clinging to his sweat-drenched brow, his cheeks pale from the excessive depletion of his Magic Power. Blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin and staining his robe, spreading into dark red spots. Yet even so, his right hand, gripping the Elder Wand, remained Mount Tai, his wrist unwavering, the golden light at the tip of the wand shining brightly, his eyes clear and resolute, showing no sign of retreat.
His aura remained calm and profound.
That's how reliable it is.
It seemed as if it would never fall, no matter what kind of attack it endured.
From the clouds opposite, Grindelwald's figure slowly emerged, looking Dumbledore. His once exquisite black robes were now tattered, the sleeves almost completely torn, and the fabric at his chest was scorched with several large holes by the golden light, revealing his arms covered with burn marks of varying depths.
Some wounds were still oozing dark red blood beads.
The skin was burned by the holy Magic Power of the golden light, and there were faint signs of ulceration.
His face was as pale as paper, his breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that his Magic Power power had been exhausted to the limit. However, his signature heterochromatic eyes—one azure and the other dark gold—still burned with a mad flame, mixed with heavy exhaustion and obsessive unwillingness.
That's it?
Grindelwald stared intently at Dumbledore, showing no sign of admitting defeat.
Grindelwald's left hand, hanging at his side, trembled slightly. In his hand was an ordinary wand that he had forcibly taken from a captured Auror not long ago. This wand was far less compatible with his Elder Wand and could not bear his violent Dark Magic. At this moment, the wand was covered with dense cracks.
The black flames that flowed from the tip of the staff to its handle flickered and waned, as if they might be extinguished at any moment, along with the remaining Magic Power within. He stared at the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—greed, resentment, and a long-dormant sense of melancholy. But it was instantly replaced by madness.
" Albus!" Grindelwald suddenly shouted, his voice hoarse and dry from excessive Magic Power exertion, yet filled with undisguised provocation and obsession, every word dripping with ruthlessness. "Is this all you've got? Fifty years! A full fifty years! You've been trapped in that little Castle of Hogwarts, teaching a bunch of kids basic magic, and this is all the progress you've made? Where's your former brilliance? Where's the ambition we shared when we were side by side? Are you content to be a puppet of the Ministry of Magic, a guardian of mortals?"
His voice, carrying the aftershocks of the black fire, echoed throughout the ruins, each word a fragment of Dumbledore's past, attempting to disturb his peace of mind. But Dumbledore remained silent, offering no response to the insults, nor revealing the slightest emotional fluctuation. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the surging emotions of the past within him.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with only determination and resolve. He seemed to know that any distraction at this moment would be fatal; Grindelwald's provocation was nothing more than a psychological tactic employed after his Magic Power was depleted.
The two of them worked together really well.
It looks just like the real thing.
Then, Dumbledore flicked his wrist, and the Elder Wand slowly drew a smooth and graceful arc in front of him. His movements were unhurried and calm, yet they carried an unparalleled Magic Control. As the wand moved, the golden light around him began to surge violently, no longer a scattered halo.
Instead, it rapidly condensed and compressed, transforming into countless tiny golden particles of light that spun rapidly around the wand. The surrounding air became viscous due to the high concentration of Magic Power, and the Auror below even felt that the magical elements around them were being drained away, all rushing towards Dumbledore in the sky.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the white figure, knowing that the strongest attack was about to begin.
All Spells End!
Dumbledore a low, deep shout, his voice not loud, but carrying a power that could penetrate anything. He thrust the Elder Wand forward with a sudden jerk! A thick golden beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand. Unlike ordinary attack spells, this beam of light did not charge in a straight line, but instead flew several meters before...
Instantly splitting into hundreds of tiny golden beams, like a sky full of golden meteors, they shot towards Grindelwald simultaneously from all directions, leaving no blind spots! This was Dumbledore's signature technique, a fusion spell he had painstakingly researched over decades. It was not a single offensive spell, but a perfect fusion of the power of dozens of powerful spells—the outer beams carried the ultimate binding power of the Binding Charm, which would wrap around the entire body and seal the flow of Magic Power upon contact.
The central beam contains the solidifying power of the Petrification Charm, capable of instantly freezing limbs and magical pathways; the core beam contains the immense impact of the Stunning Spell, striking directly at the core of the mind and Magic Power; it also contains the penetrating power of the Armor-Piercing Charm, capable of ignoring most ordinary magical defenses.
Hundreds of beams of light, each with its own effect, were arranged in a staggered pattern, sealing off all of Grindelwald's hiding places, leaving him with no way to defend himself and making him impossible to guard against. "And there's modified magic too?"
Grindelwald's pupils contracted sharply, a hint of seriousness flashing in his heterochromatic eyes. He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained in this spell, the ultimate power of the Elder Wand, the culmination of Dumbledore's lifelong Magic Power and magical attainments, which could not be resisted by ordinary Dark Magic defenses.
even so.
He didn't choose to retreat or dodge; retreating now would only lead to being completely surrounded by the beams of light and falling into an abyss of Eternal Damnation. Grindelwald's eyes hardened, and he abruptly released his left hand, letting the cracked wand slip from his palm. The wand drew an arc in the air and fell into the boiling sea below, instantly swallowed by the water.
" Fiendfyre - Ten Thousand Shields!"
Grindelwald spread his arms, tilted his head back, and let out a low growl. The last bit of Magic Power in his body surged out without reservation. Black fiendish Fiendfyre surged wildly from his limbs and bones. They were no longer offensive flames, but quickly condensed and piled up in front of him, turning into thick, burning fire shields!
The fire shield was formed from pure black Fiendfyre, with dark purple patterns on its surface. It was as hard as steel, yet it carried the scorching power of the flames. One layer after another, densely packed, there were hundreds of layers, tightly enveloping his entire body in the very center.
This formed an impenetrable fortress of fire, isolating it from attacks from all directions.
The next second, the golden beam of light collided violently with the black fire shield!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The continuous explosions were deafening, far surpassing any previous collision. The sound waves swept in all directions, causing the reefs below to tremble slightly. "Damn it!"
The Auror covered their ears tightly, but were still dizzy and blood trickling from their mouths from the deafening roar. Every golden beam of light that struck the black fire shield burst forth with a blinding golden-black light, and terrifying shockwaves spread outwards, completely tearing apart the clouds in the sky.
The giant waves on the sea were whipped up even higher.
The first fire shield shattered instantly, turning into a sky full of black fire Mars; the second fire shield followed closely behind, collapsing in response; the third, fourth, fifth... layer after layer of black fire shields were utterly unable to withstand the powerful impact of the golden beam, shattering like paper.
The shattered embers of the flames flew everywhere, some landing on the ruins and burning the bricks to ashes, others falling into the sea and stirring up more steam. However...
even so..
Dumbledore's gaze remained steady, his Magic Power relentlessly unleashed, giving Grindelwald no chance to breathe as hundreds of beams of light bombarded him. The innermost fire shield was on the verge of shattering.
The moment the last fire shield shattered completely, a golden beam pierced through the remaining flames and shot towards the spot where Grindelwald had stood—but it was empty, without even a trace of Magic Power. "Where are you?"
Dumbledore's brow furrowed slightly, and the golden light around him quickly receded, transforming into a thin protective shield that enveloped his entire body. The Elder Wand was held horizontally in front of him, his wrist slightly rotated, and his eyes warily scanned all the space around him, his senses fully activated, trying to detect Grindelwald's Magic Power traces.
He knew Grindelwald's methods well; this man was most skilled in spatial teleportation and feints, and would not be easily defeated. The previous display of Ten Thousand Shields was merely a smokescreen to buy time. Just as Dumbledore fully on guard, a hoarse, mocking voice suddenly came from behind him without warning, almost touching his ear. " Albus, where are you looking?"
Dumbledore reacted swiftly, without the slightest hesitation. He turned around abruptly, his Elder Wand instantly pointing in the direction from which the sound came, its tip blazing with golden light, ready to launch a counterattack at any moment—but the sky behind him was completely clear, without a single figure, not even a trace of black fire.
It was clearly a magical illusion created by Grindelwald.
This is bad!
The thought had barely crossed Dumbledore's mind when a scorching, immense force suddenly surged from the void beneath his feet! A gigantic hand, formed from pure black Fiendfyre, tore through a spatial rift, shot out, its five fingers curled, and gripped his right ankle tightly!
The fiery palm was extremely hot, instantly scorching through his robes and causing a sharp pain in his ankle. The Dark Magic power within the palm surged wildly up his ankle, attempting to seal off his Magic Power pathways. "What?"
Dumbledore looked down and gasped, his pupils shrinking sharply. From the dark mist below, Grindelwald's figure slowly appeared. He hovered in the air, his face even paler, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, casting this spatial attack had exhausted his remaining Magic Power.
But those heterochromatic eyes burned with an air of absolute certainty as they stared intently at Dumbledore, their arm muscles taut, clearly exerting all their strength. "Get down!"
Grindelwald let out a low growl and yanked his arm down hard!
A terrifying force surged through the fiery palm, instantly throwing Dumbledore off balance and pulling him rapidly downwards! He desperately adjusted his posture in mid-air, channeling his Inner Demon at full power to resist the pulling force, and immediately pointed his Elder Wand downwards.
Old Deng remained completely calm, and solemnly chanted the incantation. " Wingardium Leviosa!"
A soft yet powerful golden light shot out from the tip of the staff, striking his own body precisely. He didn't use this Wingardium Leviosa for attack or defense, but rather cast it on himself, not to levitate, but to use the upward lift of the Wingardium Leviosa.
Yes.
He was forcefully counteracting Grindelwald's immense downward pulling force!
The moment the spell took effect, Dumbledore's descent slowed abruptly, his body suspended in mid-air, the two forces resisting each other! His body swayed slightly, but he no longer fell rapidly.
But Grindelwald had already exhausted all his remaining strength, giving Dumbledore no chance to catch his breath. Seeing this, he laughed loudly, a hoarse yet manic laugh. "Not enough! Not enough!" He raised his left hand again, black fire surging from his palm, and another huge black fire palm quickly condensed, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Dumbledore's left ankle! The two fire palms exerted force simultaneously, instantly doubling the pulling force, and fine cracks began to appear on the defensive light shield around Dumbledore.
"It's useless, Albus!" Grindelwald stared intently at him, his eyes growing increasingly crazed. "I've waited fifty years for this day! Today, you must lose! The feud between us must end today! Your beliefs, your defenses, are utterly worthless before absolute power!"
The Wingardium Leviosa's lifting force gradually weakened.
Old Deng's body began to slowly fall again, getting closer and closer to Grindelwald.