Chapter 314 Entering the curtain

On the plain where Stonehenge is located, the two groups of people came into contact in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, many huge rocks that had fallen on the ground suddenly moved.

With roars and earthquake-like tremors, one giant after another stumbled up from the ground, waving sticks in his hands that were longer than the combined heights of several wizards present.

"Hahahaha...Golgomat, have you seen it? There are many Aurors out there who have persecuted your tribe!" Voldemort laughed and said to the tall giant leader beside him, "Take your giant subordinates and get rid of them. them!"

The giant, who was almost as big as the tallest boulder, grinned cruelly and rushed out first, brandishing his stick.

As the giants stepped out heavily, the ground emitted violent roars one after another. The wizards in the distance seemed to be standing on a trampoline, barely able to control their movements, and fell to the ground.

"Grop, can you stop those big guys for a while?" Hagrid turned his head worriedly and glanced at his half-brother, "Don't be too forced, just block them a little."

Originally over ten feet (5 meters) tall, Hagrid was almost twice the height of an ordinary person, but compared to his younger brother Grop next to him, Hagrid had become much shorter.

However, Gropp seemed like a dwarf compared to those giants as tall as Stonehenge.

Gropp didn't know whether he had no fear or wanted to make his "dwarf" brother happy. He patted his chest and roared towards the group of big guys who were at least a few heads taller than him.

"Don't let Gropp fight alone, let's protect him together!" Nymphadora Tonks in the crowd saw this scene and shouted loudly to the surrounding Aurors.

As she finished speaking, a group of colorful spells shot towards the giant's rough skin.

But their offensive had no effect.

Even without overt magical abilities, giants are extremely powerful magical creatures - they possess raw strength proportional to their staggering size, and their rough skin can withstand the spells of most wizards, sometimes even more than the scales of a fire dragon. More resistant to beatings.

"Bunch of fools, hit them in the eyes!" Alastor Moody shouted angrily, "Have you learned Defense Against the Dark Arts in vain?"

The nearby Aurors all wanted to say that when they were at Hogwarts, they did not have a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like Dracula. Their defense skills were indeed learned in vain...

But now is obviously not the time to discuss such things.

The young Aurors began to aim at the giant's eyes and attack, and then the spell gradually took effect.

However, the giants not only bring trouble to the wizards brought by Dumbledore when they have combat power. Even if they are knocked unconscious, they can overwhelm a group of tiny wizards with their huge size and weight.

"This won't work, the difference in size and strength is too big." Moody shouted loudly, "Let's get some Aurors who are not so useless, the kind who can use the levitating spell to throw these big guys aside!"

"Instructor Moody, the Death Eaters on the other side are not weak either. We can't draw so many elite Aurors." Tonks walked over quickly and answered anxiously.

"Then we can't just watch these things fall on our heads!" Moody yelled angrily, "You block those Death Eaters, and I will deal with these giants myself!"

"I just said that during the last war, we should kill all these stupid guys. It's a pity that old Batty didn't agree at that time. Now he must have tasted the pain!"

While muttering, Moody walked towards a falling giant on crutches and raised his wand.

However, before he could recite the spell, a petite figure suddenly appeared from the team on the ground and kicked the fallen giant...

Moody's intact eyeball widened, and even the other magic eye was a little straight—

He saw that the giant's body seemed to defy the law of gravity and flew out in an instant, hitting another giant behind him heavily and knocking that giant to the ground.

"Leave these big guys who are too weak to use to us." Serena flapped her two wings, one black and one white, and waved her hand to Moody on the ground, "You should deal with those Death Eaters. Bar!"

Each high-level vampire flapped its wings and flew up, rushing towards the menacing giants.

Although not every vampire has the huge power of Dracula and Serena to directly fight against the huge giant, several high-level vampires combined can be enough to deal with one or two.

After all, the vampire clan has been recuperating for many years, and their number is still higher than the giants who have been killing each other for many years.

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When the battle was in full swing, Dumbledore took the Horcrux Riddle to find Voldemort who was standing at the top of Stonehenge.

"Dumbledore, how dare you face me alone this time?" Voldemort stared at the figure in front of him tightly and said with a gloomy expression, "Aren't Dracula and Grindelwald coming to be your helpers?"

"Or do you, an old man like you, still think that I am the same person I used to be... and that you think you can deal with me on your own?"

Voldemort's eyes sharpened and he raised his wand: "Dumbledore, who gave you the courage!"

Dumbledore took a deep look at the wand that Voldemort was holding tightly, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"I know, Tom, you are very strong now." He chuckled and said, "So I am not alone, I also have helpers."

The boy Voldemort shrank violently.

He first looked around nervously, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that neither Dracula nor Grindelwald was nearby.

"Dumbledore, is he the helper you are talking about, right?" Voldemort pointed at the Horcrux Riddle and laughed, "Is this the defective product that I split apart?"

"However, I, a defective product... now have a more complete soul than you." Riddle took two steps forward and looked at Voldemort, the handsome and ugly faces facing each other, "Why do you look down on me? I?"

"But after all, you are just a defective product created by me!" Voldemort sneered, "I will not give you the chance to replace me!"

"Then let's wait and see." Riddle said coldly.

"Okay." Dumbledore said with a kind smile, "Since you don't like my helper, then let's see the real deal...do it!"

Voldemort took his time and stared at the Horcrux Riddle with disdain in his eyes, clearly wanting to see what threat his Horcrux could pose to him.

next moment--

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell was not spoken from Riddle's mouth, but came from behind Voldemort.

In an instant, the wand in Voldemort's hand was thrown high uncontrollably, and was caught by a person behind him.

Voldemort turned around in disbelief and saw Snape holding the wand made into a Horcrux, looking at him with hatred on his face.

"Severus, why are you..." He had actually sensed Snape's arrival, but his attention was focused on his own front, not taking any precautions against his most trusted subordinate.

"Sorry, Lord Dark Lord, the person who notified Dumbledore of this stronghold was actually me." Snape's lips trembled, but his tone was extremely cold, "The undercover you have been looking for is also me!"

"This is impossible...you used the Death Curse on Dumbledore, why did he still dare to believe you?!" Voldemort roared angrily.

He tried to use wandless magic to regain the wand from Snape's hand, but another powerful force blocked Snape.

"Don't you understand, Tom?" Dumbledore stepped forward and said calmly, "Because I asked Severus to use the Death Curse that time... I let you down, who said? I only have one helper?"

Voldemort's eyes were about to burst with anger, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burst out.

Voldemort couldn't believe that his most trusted subordinate had betrayed him, and together with his completely rebellious Horcruxes and his greatest enemy, they surrounded him at the top of the Stonehenge.

Looking around, there were Death Eaters and allies from the dark camp in all directions. However, they were all suppressed by the people brought by Dumbledore. No one had time to pay attention to anything else, let alone Voldemort's plight above.

The majestic Dark Lord seemed to be alone at this moment.

"Hehehehe... so what if I'm the only one!" Voldemort laughed angrily and looked at the three people around him crazily, "Don't think that the three of them together can help you succeed!"

Two dark flames suddenly burned in his eyes.

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On the other side, in the secret realm of Mount Olympus.

The towering and majestic Mount Olympus turned upside down and hung far above the sky.

Below the upside-down Mount Olympus is a towering and elegant building with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat land like water.

In addition, there is a silver giant as tall as Mount Olympus, which seems to reach the sky and the earth, standing next to the building.

"Are you the wizard introduced by Dracula to help me?"

A tall man wearing a white garment similar to a robe with bare shoulders stood beside Grindelwald, looking at Grindelwald with a suspicious expression.

"Did you come early? To tell you the truth, I don't need help yet." Andros said, "Dracula helped me eliminate Herbo not long ago, and now he is still in the recovery period. As long as Don’t let any more accidents happen, it will take him a few years to recover.”

"Is that so?" Grindelwald raised the corners of his lips, "But what if I need him to recover now?"

"Wait, don't mess around!" Andros was startled. "I finally waited until I had some rest time. There is no need to continue fighting with Haierbo during the break; besides, he will not recover. It’s not you who has the final say…”

Before Andros finished speaking, he saw Grindelwald taking out an ancient scepter from behind.

The next moment, the dark energy hidden in the entire secret realm suddenly fluctuated, and Andros's huge patron saint was a little dazed by the sudden manic energy.

"What...what is this in your hand?" Andros asked in shock, "Why did it startle the recovering Helbo like this?"

"You'll find out soon." Grindelwald smiled and looked into the depths of the ancient Greek building.

After a moment, a vague and illusory soul emerged from the darkness and flew quickly towards Andros and Grindelwald.

The look on his face looked extremely frightened, anxious, and even panicked.

"Tell me, where did you get this scepter?!" Halbo asked Grindelwald in panic, "Give it back to me, and we can discuss what conditions you have!"

"Is everything negotiable?" Grindelwald smiled playfully.

"Yes, everything is negotiable!" Haierbo nodded seriously, "As long as you give it back to me."

Andros saw Helbo's panic expression, and now he fully understood what the scepter represented.

"You can't give it to him!" He quickly tried to dissuade him. "Aren't you on the side of Dracula? If the Horcrux we finally found is returned to Haierbo, we will probably never be able to get rid of him again..."

"Don't worry, the invincible Mr. Andros." Grindelwald chuckled, "Dracula and I have already discussed it. You don't need to speak, just watch from the side."

Then, he turned his gaze to Haierbo: "If I said that I wanted you to borrow the power of Death, would you agree? To the maximum extent possible."

"This is impossible," Haierbo shook his head and said, "Every time I borrow power, I will pay a huge price, let alone borrowing it to the maximum extent... You can ask for anything else, what you want is in my treasure house All of them!”

"Tsk, I'm not interested in your collection." Grindelwald's face darkened, "Since you don't want to discuss it with me, then forget it."

He opened his palms, and a black fire instantly ignited in his palms.

"Say goodbye to your Horcrux, despicable Mr. Halper." Grindelwald blew on the scepter contemptuously.

"Wait a moment!

"

Haierbo quickly shouted: "Wait a minute! I agree, I agree to your request, put Li Huo away quickly!"

The corners of Grindelwald's lips curled up, and he pinched the fierce fire that was about to touch the scepter between his fingers, but did not let it dissipate.

"Then, don't you need to express your gratitude?" He looked at Haierbo.

Haierbo gritted his teeth, and finally sighed helplessly and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there were two eerie, dark flames burning...

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"It's time."

In the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries, Dracula looked at the pointer of his pocket watch pointing to the Roman numeral "VI" and exhaled a long breath.

Then, he neatly took back his pocket watch, arranged his invisibility cloak, and tightened his grip on the Elder Wand.

Stepping into the floating curtain on the stone arch.

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