She Held a Rainbow in Her Hand

It seems that among wizards, duels of a certain caliber often end in a contest of magical power.

When all the tricks have been exhausted and there are no more fancy moves to come, using the most simple yet most powerful magic to crush the opponent becomes the last resort.

In his duel with Grindelwald, Xiwen used Transformation, forbidden Kamar-Taj magic, Bloodline Magic, alchemical products, and even the combination of herbs and Potions he had learned from Professors Birley and Professor Slughorn, but to little avail.

As a great wizard standing at the pinnacle of the world, Grindelwald viewed the magic used by Xiwen as child's play, easily discerning its patterns and quickly finding ways to counter it.

Even Xiwen's prized Transformation couldn't have much of an effect on Grindelwald.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore had known each other for countless years, and had been rivals and sworn brothers for just as long. Their understanding of each other was even greater than that of the closest of brothers.

Dumbledore's most proficient magic was Transformation, and Grindelwald was naturally also very familiar with Transformation.

In the end, Xiwen realized that the only thing that could truly trouble Grindelwald was the Kamar-Taj mystery, which he was unfamiliar with. Even this lack of understanding was only temporary, and the sense of unfamiliarity gradually faded in Grindelwald's mind.

This Dark Lord is absorbing knowledge from another world at a speed that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and he can immediately think of corresponding countermeasures in battle.

Under these circumstances, Xiwen's magic power in both bodies was almost exhausted, and the battle was nearing its end.

Seeing this, Grindelwald waved his wand, unleashing a deep blue spell that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth, sweeping towards Xiwen with earth-shattering force.

Faced with this overwhelmingly powerful curse, all of Xiwen's fighting tricks were useless; he now only had three choices—

First, use Dimensional Gate to teleport yourself away; as long as you're alive, you can always find a way to rebuild.

But Xiwen quickly ruled out this option. He didn't want all his efforts over such a long time to go to waste, and he didn't want to retreat again and again in the battle.

He wanted to give it a try.

Secondly, he used protective spells and enchantments to block Grindelwald's curse, thus protecting himself.

But what kind of defense can withstand such a powerful spell? The Shield Charm won't work, the Fortress Charm won't work, and even Hoggoth's Elder Form won't be enough!

Even the Hoggoth's Elder Form, with its formidable defensive capabilities, can only be used for a short period. If the timing of its release is well-managed, this defensive spell can avert countless crises. However, the limitations of this spell become apparent when faced with Grindelwald's continuous and inexhaustible output of magical power.

Therefore, the only option left is the third point.

That is to use offense as defense, and take it down with equally powerful spells and magic!

Finally, Xiwen no longer hesitated. Both of his bodies simultaneously squeezed out the power of the Maledictus Blood Curse from the depths of their bloodlines, unleashing a fusion of Borsat's Lightning and the Weather Charm.

The two intertwined blue and yellow lightning bolts merged together, and the four lightning bolts actually combined into one under the immense pressure, transforming into a single, extremely thick black thunderbolt!

The thunderbolts and Grindelwald's spell collided, yet strangely, no sound was made. Only deep blue and black intertwined and twisted, turning the Lestrange Mausoleum into a starless, dark blue night sky, or perhaps into an unfathomable, deep blue sea.

The two were locked in a silent struggle, the deep blue spell steadily propelling the black lightning bolt toward Xiwen at a considerable speed.

Anyone can see the situation on the field right now!

In this situation, another bright beam of light suddenly appeared above the half-ruined stone platform, running parallel to the black lightning and entangled with the powerful spell cast by Grindelwald.

The momentum of Grindelwald's curse slowed down.

Xiwen turned around in surprise and saw a head of smooth, silver-gray hair, like the Milky Way in the dim night sky, swaying in the wind stirred up by the exchange of spells.

"Miranda, what are you doing here?" Xiwen asked in surprise, looking at the unexpected arrival of Miranda.

"Can't you tell? I'm here to help you." Miranda shook her wand forcefully, increasing her magical output, and said to Xiwen, "Kama wanted to help you too, but I advised him to keep an eye on your men and the Pure-blood Party on the other side. So I came alone."

"But this will put you in danger!" Xiwen urged urgently. "I can hold out a little longer; you can still leave now!"

Miranda completely ignored Xiwen's advice, simply raising her hand to brush aside the stray hairs obstructing her view, and staring intently at the powerful, deep blue spell.

"What makes you think you can shoulder all the danger alone? Do you think you're some kind of the Chosen One?" she said coldly, without even glancing at Xiwen.

"I'm not..."

Xiwen was stunned, unable to think of a response for a moment.

"What a touching friendship! I must say, youth is truly wonderful."

Grindelwald's words interrupted Xiwen's explanation, which relieved Xiwen, who hadn't even thought of what to say.

"Unfortunately, given the vast difference in raw power, even the two of you combined aren't enough." Grindelwald, left hand behind his back, right hand holding his wand and manipulating the Nightcrawler before him, spoke arrogantly. "Perhaps you'll be able to cause me trouble in ten years, but that's ten years from now."

Then, even greater pressure came from Grindelwald. The powerful Nightcrawler, like a heavy millstone, swept towards Xiwen and Miranda at an unprecedented speed!

Faced with a gap in strength as vast as an insurmountable chasm, Xiwen couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

He silently turned to look at Miranda, then smiled with relief.

"Miranda, you're probably going to be buried with me," he asked softly. "Do you feel any regret now?"

"If it ends in a duel with one of the world's most powerful wizards, then it's a blessing in disguise. What would I have to regret?" Miranda shook her head and murmured. "It's a pity I didn't get to see the view from the highest point in the Wizarding World; that's a bit of a shame."

The deep blue spell magnified in her sky-blue eyes, gradually turning the blue into indigo.

Grindelwald's deep blue spell is almost upon him!

Under such unprecedented pressure, Miranda's indigo eyes blinked suddenly, as if a thousand spells of light appeared in her eyes one after another, like birds soaring in the sky or fish swimming in the ocean.

The next moment, the light in her eyes faded, and the beam of light that had been connected to the tip of Miranda's wand suddenly gained a new color, followed by a third color—

Then, countless colors appeared one after another, dazzling and magnificent, spinning at the tip of Miranda's wand with a splendid and grand momentum.

It was as if Miranda was holding a rainbow in her hand!