Good grief, was it really that terrifying?
Klein Grindelwald had quietly become this powerful?
How old was he again?
Fifteen.
Right. Confirmed: he was someone else's kid.
Even a legendary Great Wizard was no more impressive than this!
"What... what kind of magic is this?"
Karkaroff and Barty were utterly shaken. They stared fixedly at the "rain of light" on the field, their breathing growing more and more labored.
No wonder the Dark Lord couldn't stop thinking about Klein Grindelwald.
That talent was simply outrageous!
Since the First Trial had already turned into his personal "magic show," he might as well make it as spectacular as possible.
At this point, Klein wasn't afraid of revealing anything.
Even if he showed off abilities beyond the ordinary, it would only make him seem a little more legendary.
He raised a hand, and the Endless Sword Prison vanished. A speck of darkness, no bigger than a grain of rice, appeared before the gravely wounded, near-dead Hydra.
"Eradicate."
He murmured the word, and the speck slowly grew.
The Hydra's body twisted and warped, bit by bit.
There were no screams, no roars.
Like a candle flame blown out by the wind, it left behind only a wisp of smoke.
The enormous Hydra vanished right before everyone's eyes.
"Phew~"
With the job done, Klein looked completely at ease.
That ought to silence the doubters outside.
If you said literature and martial arts would bloom together, then they had to bloom together.
Not a single flower less.
Everyone was utterly stunned.
It was like watching a harmless little white rabbit transform into a ravenous wolf that devoured people without even spitting out their bones.
"Minister Dumbledore, this..."
Bagman stammered as he looked toward the Council Stand, unsure how to continue hosting.
Forget a part-time host like