A world-shaking magical battle erupted above New York.
Neither held anything back, unleashing all manner of rare spells in a furious storm.
Hermione's spellcasting was uncanny and ever-changing, conjuring towering flames one moment and freezing vast stretches of ground the next.
Grindelwald, meanwhile, revealed the terrifying depth of his abilities as the first Dark Lord. Every counterattack struck straight at a weakness.
Magic crisscrossed wildly through the sky, lighting up the entire neighborhood as though the apocalypse had arrived.
Their figures kept flickering in and out of sight as their battle moved from midair to the ground.
The shock waves from their clashing spells leveled the remaining buildings around them, one after another.
Grindelwald swept his wand, summoning an enormous thunderstorm. Thick bolts of lightning lashed toward Hermione.
Hermione raised a shield and fired back with Sectumsempra.
An invisible blade sliced straight through the lightning and hurtled toward Grindelwald's face.
Grindelwald blocked it with a Shield Charm, but dense cracks spread across the shield's surface.
The longer he fought, the more alarmed he became.
Not only did this girl possess formidable magical power, but her casting speed was absurd.
Even he needed a brief interval between spells, yet the girl flung them out as though they cost nothing, each flowing seamlessly into the next.
Although many were low-level spells, the sheer saturation of her attacks was enough to threaten him.
What kind of mastery and casting technique was this?
She also used many powerful forms of magic that even he had never heard of.
That only strengthened Grindelwald's resolve to uncover the girl's deepest secrets.
This handsome old fellow really does have the skills. No wonder he could share such a love-hate relationship with Dumbledore... Hermione thought.
But not only did she possess genuine Level Six Magical Power, she had