Chapter 1260 Loss of Control (Part )
Click!
The earth continued to tremble, and the thick ice layer frozen by the severe cold cracked into shocking cracks!
Two balls of blazing light suspended above the lake quickly expanded, and the light rolled across the ice, melting the ice and causing the lake water to boil in an instant.
The numerous creatures living at the bottom of the icy lake sensed the power of heaven and earth and tried desperately to swim away.
However, the speed of these creatures could not keep up with the expansion of the ball of light. The moment they touched the light, they were directly evaporated without leaving any residue!
The lake water also evaporated, and the surging white steam surged into the sky under the influence of the strong wind. From a distance, it looked like a mushroom cloud formed by a nuclear bomb explosion!
Click!
When the two balls of light under the gray sky finally stopped expanding, they had almost occupied half of the vast lake surface.
They contend with each other, and the majestic magic power inspires hundreds or thousands of thunders every second. The thunders hit the red lava at the bottom of the lake, and the sound of explosions is endless.
Under the impact of strong winds and lake water surging onto the shore, the coniferous pine forest bordering the icy lake suffered a devastating disaster, and every upright pine tree was flattened!
call!
The increasingly fierce wind and waves finally rushed high into the sky, stirring up the clouds with the force of plowing the yard and sweeping away the dark clouds that had covered the earth for many days.
The long-lost, cold, dim red sunlight casts its shadow over the earth.
The blazing light gradually faded. When the light faded and the explosion died down, Amostur and Grindelwald looked at each other in the center of space where countless thin lines of lightning flashed.
Strangely, the atmosphere between the two people was not so tense.
Grindelwald's face was calm, and Amosstar even had a slight smile on his face.
"Is the anger gone?"
Amosta asked.
Looking at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face, Grindelwald's silver eyes were calm and indifferent, but he could not stop the turmoil in his heart.
Although he was in a cell in Nurmengard, almost half of the newspapers in recent years were reporting on this young man.
This was not the first time he had run into Amos Tower Blaine.
But only by truly competing with it and feeling the magic of its heaviness and mellowness can one deeply understand why people in the world are so eager to praise it.
Deserves the honor of being Albus's heir.
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
His eyes were fixed on Jasna floating beside Amos Tower Braine. The silver light in Grindelwald's eyes gradually faded, and his back hunched again.
Watching for a long time,
"Put her in a safe place--"
After the torment and sharpness in his brows just now disappeared, Grindelwald turned into old Enma again.
He whispered, then turned around and slowly floated towards the lake shore.
"Would you like me to give you a ride, Professor Grindelwald?"
Amosta watched the old man walk away calmly.
Until the hunched back became blurred in sight, the old voice came through the scorching wind.
"I will go"
Amosta pursed his lips, looked back and took in the weekend-like scene around him.
Muggles and wizards alike would surely come to investigate what had happened here, but Amosita had no intention of restoring it.
"Let's go—"
After saying this to Jasna who was still in a coma, the two of them disappeared into the deep mountains far away from the world.
Night is coming, strolling in from the end of the wilderness, driving away the crimson light of the setting sun that spreads across the earth.
However, when the invincible tentacles of darkness reached out to Malfoy Manor located at the edge of the wilderness, they suddenly retracted as if burned, and then quietly bypassed this manor occupied by death.
The once lush and elegant garden has lost its former vitality under the erosion of death.
In the garden, the green plants deprived of their colors droop their branches, giving off an eerie vibe in their decay.
Weitiya stood in front of the French window in the bedroom, silently gazing at the withered garden, her green eyes filled with worry.
In fact, watching the evil grey fog consume life was the only thing she could do while imprisoned in the manor by Voldemort.
Raising one finger, Vitia's fingertips emitted a green light representing life.
The flowing green light band twisted in the gray space and slowly touched a vine clinging to the black iron fence on the balcony.
The vines that seemed to have only a hint of green left due to the dryness suddenly became visibly green again, as if they had been moistened by rain. Vitia could feel the prayer coming from the slightly swaying vine heads. However, all this was destined to be in vain.
The bizarre gray fog that permeated the air suddenly became agitated like a shark that smelled blood.
They fluttered without wind, gathering around the vines that were just turning green again, and then, under Vitia's focused gaze, the vines withered again!
This is not the end.
These living gray mists quickly invaded her along the green light bands that provided vitality to the vines!
puff--
Vitia cut off the green light that was blooming from her fingertips, and the remaining bond in the air immediately turned into fluorescent spots and dissipated.
The gray mist gathered on the balcony did not dissipate directly as it had done many times before. Instead, it lingered in front of Vitia for a while, and there was a faint desire to move.
The breath that was about to be exhaled was stuck in her throat. The light in Vitiya's green eyes froze for a moment and then suddenly focused.
The gray fog seemed to sense the sharpness in the gaze. They no longer lingered on the "delicious" vitality in front of them and scattered like frightened rabbits.
These gray mists
Vitia's slightly pale lips moved, and the worry in her green eyes became even stronger.
She practically witnessed them growing bigger day by day.
Du, du, du—
After a sound like a balloon exploding, followed by a knock on the door, Vitia temporarily put aside her worries.
"what's up?"
"Dear Miss Cliona——"
The sound that penetrated the door panel was cautious.
"The great Dark Lord invites you to dine in the restaurant."
Having dinner?
In the dark bedroom, Vitiya, who was standing in front of the windowsill, frowned slightly.
She is a prisoner and has the awareness of being a prisoner.
Although Voldemort did not strictly forbid her to leave the room, she never left the room easily after arriving at Malfoy Manor.
She didn't want to see Voldemort.
Voldemort also didn't want to see her, but based on the fact that she was still useful, Voldemort allowed her to live.
When Dumbledore and Amosta were finished, she would be finished too.
Vitiya was very clear about this.
Sharing dinner together had never happened in the past few months.
Subconsciously, Vitia was about to refuse.
But when the words came to her lips, Vitia turned her head and glanced at the gray fog floating outside the window.
"Got it, I need to change my clothes--"
Vitia said coldly.
Of course, she didn't dress up to please anyone, but Vitia didn't want to show any sign of dejection in front of Voldemort and his disciples.
After a moment, she walked out of the room wearing a beige, simple long dress with a plain style.
Although she was not wearing any makeup, the ancestors of the Malfoy family in the photo frames hanging on both sides of the dark corridor stopped sighing and watched her walk down the stairs with admiration.
Some of the portrait characters even jumped into other people's frames and fell behind her.
Da da da--
Pushing open the glorious gate that perfectly displayed the dignity of the Malfoy family, a bat-like figure wrapped in a black robe walked towards them.
The visitor seemed not to have expected to see her. He paused slightly, and Vitia could see a flash of surprise in the depths of his dark eyes.
"Hello, Severus—"
After a moment of silence, Vitia nodded to the visitor and said. (End of this chapter)
