"We need to hurry, Albus!" Grindelwald said, looking at the wrecked ship.
Dumbledore nodded. Once they had rested, they continued along the narrow passage beside the stone wall.
About half an hour later, the passage opened into a vast underground space, like a small world unto itself.
It was larger than they had imagined. Towering stone walls vanished in the distance, making the space seem endless.
"This place..." Newt was too stunned to speak. Even dozens of Hogwarts put together would not be this big!
"Someone spared no expense," Dumbledore said, gazing at the enormous statues standing around them, each a hundred meters tall.
"I'd say whoever destroyed this place was even more impressive." Grindelwald stood on high ground, looking out over nothing but ruins without a trace of life. He pointed to a huge, perfectly round opening in the ground at the center.
"That doesn't look natural!"
The three stood beside the opening and peered down. The space below seemed as deep as an abyss, yet faint flashes of light flickered within it.
"Is that... the light of spells? Wizards are fighting down there!" Dumbledore sounded uncertain. He turned to Grindelwald for his opinion.
"I'm not sure either, but it looks like it," Grindelwald said, shaking his head. "There's one way to find out. Apparition or flying spells should work here!"
Dumbledore and Newt agreed. They had come this far, after all!
"Who are you?"
On the ice at the lowest level stood a slender, middle-aged wizard in an exquisite robe embroidered with the Apostles' insignia. He pointed his Wand at a mysterious wizard shrouded in black and shouted his question.
His brow furrowed as he tried to work out the stranger's identity. The black-robed wizard had used several kinds of magic only the Apostles could master, so