A Certain Magical Hogwarts
Chapter 756

The Dark Lord and the White Lord

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Snap!

William vanished from his spot, a sword simultaneously appearing in his left hand, aimed at Grindelwald's brow.

Compared to the Voldemort Demon's carelessness, Grindelwald was extremely cautious, or rather... he had extensive fencing experience.

After all, Dumbledore was a master swordsman, and in that epic battle, both of them would have used every trick in the book, revealing all their hidden abilities.

Grindelwald was already a seasoned veteran.

But he was still somewhat arrogant, or rather, overconfident, and showed no intention of taking out his wand, instead simply raising his left hand.

Grindelwald seemingly made a casual move, his slender body sliding a short distance to the right.

He narrowly escaped a fierce sword strike.

William used his left foot as a pivot point, raised his right leg, and delivered a powerful whip kick.

To fight this kind of old geezer, you have to rely on your physical strength... to bully him!

It felt a bit like the old man from the south village taking advantage of my weakness.

But Grindelwald was a seasoned fighter; he hunched over, dodging the attack while gently gripping his right hand.

The old man, his tattered gray robe billowing, Wandless Magic, stirring up a storm that Jackie Chan drawing water, and then smashed it towards William.

With a snap, William vanished from his spot once more and began to shift his battlefield.

Grindelwald's eyes burned with fervor, and his icy body seemed to stir with excitement, Apparition in quick succession.

He hadn't fought such a fierce battle in decades.

Perfect timing, he can warm up before going to see "that person"!

Otherwise, this old geezer of mine would really look like a joke!

Hermione didn't follow; she knew perfectly well why William had left:

Those injured Auror must be healed, not allowed to be caught in the crossfire of the battle.

Taking advantage of the two's absence, Hermione rushed into the ruins to rescue the Auror.

By the way, look for the "treasures" that Gregorovitch didn't have time to take away and that haven't been destroyed.

She'd been following William around for a long time, and through constant exposure, she'd occasionally picked up the habit of finding bargains herself.

Otherwise, where do all those strange and Fantastic Beasts in the Safety Watch come from?

William hadn't gone far; he appeared on a small island covered with Elder Wood.

Before he could even land and steady himself, he brought two fingers together and quickly twirled his wand.

As soon as Grindelwald appeared in Apparition, a sharp spell appeared above his head.

A beam of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

The old man seemed to have anticipated this. He chuckled, raised his right hand, palm facing the sky, and unleashed a torrent of magical power.

A dazzling magical shield blocked the black mist, and a series of ear-piercing sounds exploded in the air.

William simply smiled.

In terms of combat experience... he's not bad either; he was chatting and laughing with Voldemort during the time loop!

Sure enough, the shield barrier lasted for less than a second before being completely corroded by the black mist.

William casually snapped his fingers.

The black mist transformed into a row of ferocious black eagles, their momentum like fire, swooping down to peck at the old man.

Grindelwald didn't hold back, sneering, "I thought the phoenix was the ugliest, but I didn't expect there to be something even uglier!"

He pressed down hard with both hands, and the wind and rain over the entire island froze and stopped.

Grindelwald clenched his fists suddenly, and a whip of water shot out from the lake, landing in his hands.

William took a step forward, and the black eagle's speed increased dramatically again.

The old man looked disdainful and took a small step back; the black eagle was no more than two meters from his neck.

The burst of corrosive gas created an airflow that ruffled the two strands of white hair at his temples, causing them to flutter backward.

Without the slightest hint of panic, Grindelwald looked directly at William and laughed, "A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before an expert! Ha!"

This master of trash talk gripped the water whip tightly, flicked his wrist slightly, and the black eagle was struck from mid-air and fell into the water.

The black eagle skipped across the water like a pebble, creating ripples that were quickly swallowed by the waves, emitting a series of hissing sounds.

Grindelwald laughed arrogantly, as if he hadn't had such a good time in a long time.

He yanked hard on the water whip in his hand.

The entire lake rippled, the water level dropped sharply, and he dragged half the lake water up with his bare hands, slamming it fiercely towards William.

William's gaze was indifferent; he had even managed to ground Voldemort's mountain, let alone a pool of spring water.

His body remained completely still, and he gently flicked his wand.

As a large amount of magic was poured out, the Elder Wood that Gregorovitch had planted sprang up from the ground.

The pink and white petals of the Elder Wood, scattered by the wind, are quite a beautiful sight.

Dozens of Elder Wood streaked across the sky, whistling through the air.

They resembled giant crossbow bolts, their dense barrage blocking out sections of the water whip.

Under the violent attack, the island was torn apart by a chasm that gradually increased in both width and length.

The two disappeared at the same time, and William landed on a tree trunk floating on the water.

He took a light step, and the tree trunk beneath his feet seemed to recede towards the shore, like a small boat creating ripples.

He gazed at Grindelwald's gaunt figure, but did not continue to make a move.

The brief encounter had already given him a new understanding of the first Dark Lord.

I originally thought Grindelwald was getting old and had fallen out of the top tier after decades of inactivity, but I didn't expect him to still be so strong.

Not to mention, he didn't use a wand at all.

Of course, even if he possesses a magic wand, it won't significantly enhance his combat abilities.

Having been imprisoned in Nurmengard for over half a century, Grindelwald had no wand, and his Wandless Magic ability had been honed to its peak.

Not to mention William, even Dumbledore and Voldemort would find it hard to compare.

However, Grindelwald's weaknesses are also obvious.

He's too old, his body isn't up to par, he can't fight anymore... He can manage short bursts of energy, but he can't sustain a long-term fight.

He's okay against ordinary Auror, but compared to Dumbledore and Voldemort, his true strength is far inferior.

Just as William was assessing the Dark Lord's strength, Grindelwald's eyes narrowed slightly.

He left Nurmengard last night and returned to the world, learning about some of the major events that have occurred over the years.

The young wizard before them and the witch from before were undoubtedly at the height of their fame in recent years.

After a brief exchange, Grindelwald knew that Stark's strength was abnormal... too strong!

Does he possess a Deathly Hallows?

The Deathly Hallows... Just thinking about that word made Grindelwald's heart ache terribly.

Elder Wood petals, torn and scattered by magic, danced in the sky.

He casually picked up a few petals in front of him and put them in his mouth to chew.

Bitter... yet unforgettable.

Just like his absurd and lonely life.

Looking at Grindelwald, who suddenly seemed dejected and had lost his will to fight, William frowned and then put away his wand.

He hesitated, wondering whether to convey Dumbledore's message.

Just as he was about to speak, Grindelwald suddenly asked in a hoarse voice:

Is he alright?

"Fine."

"That's good."

The Dialogue ended very simply, but William tasted a bitter flavor in his mouth.

The wind and rain in mid-air finally subsided, and rain began to fall on the old man's head and shoulders.

He was hunched over, and seemed a little cold.

For no apparent reason, William suddenly thought:

"Grindelwald probably really needs Dumbledore's wool socks."

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