Voldemort Puts on Airs
Northwest of Durmstrang lies a large glacial lake.
The school's black magic ship was moored on the lake, frozen into an ice sculpture by the snow... white with a hint of black.
Beside the frozen lake,
A black-robed wizard stood there.
He stood barefoot on the ice, his feet frozen solid, oblivious to the cold, gazing at the ancient magic academy in the distance.
The four-story castle exudes a cold and austere atmosphere.
The two clock towers, like two majestic and tall sentinels, stand atop the long body.
In the shadows on both wings, a row of smooth buttresses protruded, like the ribs of a terrifying skull.
Although he had no eyebrows, making it impossible to tell if he was frowning, the black-robed man's cold and stern expression was still evident.
He wasn't in a good mood.
It's not just bad, it's absolutely terrible.
On his way from the Alps to Northern Europe, he passed through Vienna and received news that Fudge had stepped down.
It was only a matter of time before Fudge stepped down, but I never expected that this good-for-nothing... wouldn't even last until July!
As long as Fudge is in office, whatever he does will be an obstacle to the Order of the Phoenix.
Once this obstacle is removed, given Dumbledore's influence, the Ministry of Magic will soon fall into his hands.
No one could resist the allure of this massive, violent machine, not even Voldemort.
The Ministry of Magic's influence on the subsequent wars was far too profound.
Just like the government formed by de Gaulle after the fall of France...
Even in exile, it served as a banner, calling on the France people to resist Germany.
If the United Kingdom flag were in Voldemort's hands, he could make most wizards cease resistance and passively accept his rule.
Without this banner, the war could become a protracted conflict, just like the last Wizarding War.
In addition, all of his plans were affected.
For example, the "Plan to Seduce Potter".
With Dumbledore in charge of the Ministry of Magic of Ministry of Magic, how could he possibly lure Potter there and successfully obtain the Prophecy Orb?
It can only be said that Dumbledore and Stark launched this operation while he was away from the country.
That's incredibly insidious!
Therefore, Voldemort must immediately deal with Karkaroff, return to the United Kingdom, and take charge of the situation.
But now another small problem has arisen.
Just as he informed Durmstrang that he would not be killed if he handed over the man, a voice responded:
"I, Grindelwald's disciple... accept your challenge, Voldemort!"
What does it mean to be Grindelwald's disciple?
Could Grindelwald be in Durmstrang?
If they were there, it wouldn't be hard to understand.
This is the alma mater of the first Dark Lord... albeit the one that got expelled.
Wasn't Voldemort himself always plotting to possess Hogwarts and claim that treasure for himself?
But the fundamental question is, what is Grindelwald doing here?
Is this a sign of Grindelwald's Acolytes's resurgence?
Voldemort was extremely concerned about Grindelwald's next move.
The reason is simple:
As the Stark rose to power, Voldemort found himself somewhat outnumbered and outmatched.
He could handle one opponent, but facing two at the same time was really too much for him.
He desperately needs a helper, someone to share the burden.
And Grindelwald... is the best choice!
Around this time last year, he had hoped to collaborate with this senior colleague.
They've even drawn up a big picture:
With Berlin as the dividing line, the two sides would jointly divide Europe and would not interfere in each other's internal affairs.
However, Stark appeared in Vienna and captured the Death Eaters he had sent.
Grindelwald also left Nurmengard and disappeared without a trace.
The "Double Demon King" plan had to be shelved.
But unexpectedly, I received news of him again in Durmstrang.
What a pleasant surprise!
Voldemort's little plan quickly resurfaced in his mind.
It's even more urgent than before.
Because the situation is different from last year.
By this time, the entire nation had accepted Voldemort's resurrection; Fudge had also been ousted from power.
Even Azkaban's rescue attempt failed completely, resulting in the loss of many loyal servants.
The situation was very unfavorable for him; a powerful ally could change the situation in an instant.
For a moment, Voldemort went into overdrive with his wild imagination.
The Dark Lord's mind was as chaotic as the swirling snowflakes.
But regardless, he had made up his mind that as long as Grindelwald was willing to return to the game... he would definitely cooperate with him!
Death Eaters and the Grindelwald's Acolytes... two generations of Dark Lord joining forces... it sounds like something out of a movie!!
However, before cooperating, it's also important to demonstrate your own strength and, incidentally, probe the other party's background.
If he's just a useless old geezer, just kill him... to avoid tarnishing the name of the Dark Lord.
With this thought in mind, Voldemort decided not to wait until midnight. He raised his wand high, and a great light shone from his hand.
Twelve Giant Inferi emerged from the ground.
A magical shield had appeared around Durmstrang, but it was nothing but a joke in front of Voldemort.
Twelve Giant ran wildly through the snow, each step leaving a deep imprint, causing the earth to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.
Some of the slightly higher mounds and slopes were even crushed by the Giant's foot, as if by a bulldozer.
Voldemort stood with his hands clasped, and softly uttered, "Rumbling!"
The twelve Giant simultaneously spread their arms, swung their fists, and slammed them heavily against the magical barrier!
On the white shield, cracks began to spread outwards, resembling a giant spider web.
The power of the Rumbling is terrifying!!
Just as the Giant raised their fists, preparing for the second wave of attack, the entire shield suddenly cracked open.
A young wizard was ejected from the gap.
William, wearing Flying Cloak under his robe, glided through the air.
He flicked his wand, unleashing a purple lightning whip that ensnared the nearest Giant Inferi.
He flicked his wrist, and his wand traced a powerful, round arc, severing the Giant Inferi's entire head.
He kicked the second Giant who was passing by, and his wand thrust downwards, causing the Giant to sink several meters into the snow.
After William landed, a pack of Crup arrived promptly.
Ignoring the remaining Giant, he stepped onto the sled, swung the reins, and galloped towards Voldemort.
Voldemort shook his legs, and the ice on his feet shattered.
He raised his left foot, and the ice block transformed into a snake's head, supporting his foot. He then stepped forward with his right foot, and another ice snake floated into the air.
The Dark Lord walked with snakes at every step, seemingly moving out of thin air—truly the demeanor of a master!
William was stunned for several seconds.
I've fought with Old Tom so many times before, but I've never seen him so flashy.
The possibility of meeting Grindelwald... made this second-generation Dark Lord put on a completely serious face!
It seems that Little Tom's article did have some effect.
but...
Everyone knows you're just Little Black leader, what are you pretending for!
Voldemort, unaware of William's thoughts, continued to casually toss his head and fix his Void hairstyle.
The two were less than fifty meters apart when Voldemort appeared out of thin air and casually waved his wand.
The previously frozen lake water began to shake violently, soaking the shore, and the ice broke apart, spreading towards William in a shocking manner.
William pulled on the reins, leaped off the sled, placed his feet on the ice, and aimed his wand at the lake.
"Icebound Snowfall."
The lake water beneath the ice suddenly turned cold, turning into layers of ice that rapidly spread towards the lake bottom.
In just a few seconds, the entire lake froze into a giant block of ice.
The magical attack that forcefully cleaved through the ice still struck forward, but its power was diminished; it broke off a few meters long before dissipating and melting away.
William stood firm, one hand gripping the magic wand.
Since I'm impersonating someone else, I can't use the magic I used in the previous battles against Voldemort.
But it doesn't matter, William has countless offensive options.
He slightly beckoned his hand, and ice spikes rose from the frozen lake, splashing like a torrential rain, relentlessly shooting towards the Dark Lord.
Voldemort silently chanted a spell, and the ice snake beneath his feet transformed into a soft wad of cotton, enveloping him.
It appeared to be riddled with thorns, but in an instant, all the ice spikes shot back in the opposite direction.
Several ice figures emerged from the lake, wielding hammers and smashing towards William.
William walked straight ahead, a halo appearing beside him, deflecting the ice spikes that carried enormous momentum.
The entire ice figure crashed straight into him, as if it had struck a wall of bronze and iron, and immediately Diffindo.
But the ice men gather again, seemingly endlessly.
William chanted the incantation, and suddenly his wand was raised high.
Voldemort opened his arms and swung his wand, initiating a magical clash.
Two beams of light, one blue and one purple, collided.
Then the entire frozen lake exploded outwards from William and Voldemort as a central axis, with the final sound carrying for miles.
Sirius stood on the wall, gazing at the magic ship with a touch of heartache.
It wasn't destroyed at Hogwarts, it wasn't destroyed in the North Sea, it wasn't destroyed in the Alps... but it was destroyed at its own school.
Destroyed by the clash of magic!
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