Two veteran actors going toe-to-toe.
The world where only bureaucracy got hurt had been achieved.
Dumbledore's expression turned grave as well. His body stiffened slightly, and the Elder Wand slid into his palm in an instant. His fingers clenched tightly around it as his eyes fixed on Grindelwald, a trace of wariness appearing on his face. He knew Grindelwald was about to start acting—and that this performance would be even more exaggerated, even more insane, than what they had agreed upon.
Bang!
The door to the reception room was shoved open, and several Aurors who had heard the commotion rushed in!
"What happened?!"
"He—Grindelwald has lost control!"
The Aurors all pointed their wands at Grindelwald, their faces filled with terror and tension. Their bodies trembled slightly, yet they still forced themselves to stand firm, not daring to relax for even a moment. They were Azkaban's elite Aurors, accustomed to seeing countless vicious Dark Wizards, but before Grindelwald, they still could not suppress the fear in their hearts—this man was the Dark Lord who had once made all of Europe tremble, an existence they had no hope of opposing.
"Heh heh heh."
Grindelwald shook his newly freed wrist and flexed his fingers, a contented smile appearing on his face. His gaze swept over the Aurors, his eyes full of contempt and mockery, as though he were looking at a pack of clowns. Finally, his eyes returned to Dumbledore. The Dark Lord's lips curved upward, revealing a complicated smile tinged with madness. "Albus, you want to lock me up? Then go ahead and try."
Before his words had faded, his figure vanished from the spot!
He was unbelievably fast—so fast that only a black afterimage remained, so fast that the Aurors did not even have time to react, let alone raise their