Chapter 342: Confrontation, Imprisonment in Nurmengard, Back to the Future

"Then follow my oath."

Grindelwald and Dumbledore held hands tightly together, and the silver-white thread entangled the two of them.

"An outsider who does not belong to this world..."

The two finished reciting Aiden’s prayer, using Aiden’s angelic persona as an anchor for the ritual.

This vow was integrated into the lives of both people.

The moment the oath was completed, the two looked at each other and used magic together to knock Aiden away.

"You two bastards."

Aiden fell down the cliff, and the long sound echoed in the canyon.

Dumbledore's wand glowed softly, while Grindelwald's wand glowed green.

Grindelwald took the initiative to attack, black magic power burst out, and the temperature of the blue flame reached the extreme.

Infused with Grindelwald's magic, the flames turned completely black.

The flames swept into a giant python and bit towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore calmly mobilized the power of resentment, and a large amount of cold water gushed out from the ground.

The water stretched out its tentacles as if it had life and wrapped around the flames. The clash between water and fire produced a large amount of white mist.

"Have you tamed them too, Albus!" Grindelwald shouted to the other half of the mist.

In the smoke, the tip of a magic wand lit up, and the light drew a stream from left to right.

The mist parted, revealing Dumbledore.

"After all, I don't want to fall too far behind you, Gail."

Dumbledore had a wild grin on his face.

The two's spells collided, and the power of the King of the Deep distorted reality wantonly.

"This is the most powerful wizard of our time." Newt and others were shocked by the scene in front of them.

There was a flash of space, and Aiden returned to them.

He dusted himself off.

"Tsk, these two guys." Aiden spat.

Boom! The dark blue flame and the silver light collided, causing a violent explosion.

All sounds were suppressed by the explosion.

The white light of destruction was spreading, and everything visible along the way was melting under the light.

Aiden stretched out his hand towards the void, and all the saints who followed Grindelwald were pulled to his side.

At the same time, a clock floated above Aiden's head and the hour hand started moving.

A layer of space frozen in time enveloped everyone, and the next second they were submerged in white light.

"Why?" Wenda Zirol looked at Aiden in confusion.

"After all, I am a wizard too." Aiden didn't look back, he sat down and watched a couple fighting outside.

"Albus!" Grindelwald opened his hands wide, and a dark blue flame enveloped him. A huge dragon rushed out of the flame.

"Gellert!"

Dumbledore also called out his name, and the power of resentment was continuously transformed by him into the magic of love.

White particles burst out from his body, and an equally massive silver guardian appeared.

The phoenix and the dragon fought from the ground to the sky.

The entire Nurmengard Castle disintegrated in the struggle between the two, the mountains collapsed, and the avenue... ahem, it was out of place.

Finally, Grindelwald's supply of magic power began to fail, and the fragments of the Lord of the Deep, which he had forcibly seized with the power of the prophecy, began to explode.

"Except your weapons!"

Dumbledore seized the opportunity to knock Grindelwald's wand away, and at the same time an apparition appeared in front of Grindelwald and put his wand against his neck.

"You win, Albus."

Grindelwald was ready to be killed.

"No, let me out!" Wenda Zirol on the side hit the protective shield created by Aiden hard.

"Cough." Grindelwald coughed up blood, and the flames around him began to spread uncontrollably.

The power of hell ran rampant through him, and at the same time Aiden removed his protection and walked over.

Wenda Zirol wanted to follow, but was burned by the flames, caught by Neutra, and Apparated away.

"Why don't you kill me, Albus."

Grindelwald looked painful, waiting for his lover to give him the final blow.

"I think you've already lost. Maybe the winner should decide what happens next, right?"

Dumbledore picked up Grindelwald's Elder Wand and nodded to Aiden.

"Really."

Aiden crossed his arms behind his head and walked in front of Grindelwald.

Reaching out his hand and pressing it on Grindelwald's chest, the system began to extract the characteristics of the King of the Deep from him.

After the characteristics were extracted, the riot in Grindelwald finally stopped.

He sat up and calmly accepted his failure.

"Humph, I lose. According to the contract, I will imprison myself in Nurmengard next."

Grindelwald stood up, shook off his windbreaker, and walked into the castle.

The other saints were a little overwhelmed, and only a few with strong wills followed.

Dumbledore took out the broken blood covenant from his pocket, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

.......

At the end of August, a major piece of news shocked the entire wizarding world.

Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald in a duel at Nurmengard.

Since then, the dark clouds that had shrouded the whole of Europe have dissipated.

"Are you leaving?"

At the Hog's Head, outside Aiden's room, Dumbledore leaned on the threshold.

"Well, I've been out for a long time, and I miss home a little." Aiden packed his luggage and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I don't know how long it will be before we meet again." Dumbledore curled his lips.

"So, will you mourn for me?" Aiden teased.

"I would rather pray for you." Dumbledore clasped his hands together deliberately.

"Haha, let's meet again in fifty years, professor."

A long staff appeared in Aiden's hand and a golden clock appeared above his head.

When - the bell rang, he disappeared into the Hog's Head Inn.

"Fifty years later..."

Dumbledore looked back somewhat dejectedly, and all the figures in the Hog's Head Inn were turned into sand by the wind.

.......

Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries, 1996.

"Director!" A silent man hurriedly kicked open the door of the director's office.

The card tower that a lazy old fox had just built collapsed in an instant.

"What's wrong again!" The director turned around with an unhappy look on his face.

"An extremely massive object has been detected moving on the timeline." The Silent Man handed over a report.

"Oh, it's that guy. He's gotten stronger. It's okay, don't worry about him."

The director saw the familiar magic ripples on the report.

"But, it seems that He is coming for the Department of Mysteries." The Silent Lady was a little embarrassed and stretched out her index finger and swirled it around her hand.

"Huh!?" The director's face suddenly changed.

Just as he was about to stand up, a ripple of time came from his office.

Bang, just like the fourth step of stuffing an elephant into a refrigerator, the refrigerator was broken into pieces.

The director's office received the same treatment.

"Aiden Prewett!" The old fox's defensive cry echoed underground.

"Haha, Director, long time no see." Aiden went up and shook hands with him.

"Pay me compensation!" The director waved his hand, and several pieces of parchment appeared. He began to record accounts on them frantically.

"Oh, stop being so picky. I'll just fix it for you."

Snap, the sound of finger snaps echoed, the clock appeared again, and the originally broken office flowed back like a rewind.

"Tsk." The director turned his head away.

"Okay, I've fixed it for you. I'm leaving now. Bye." Aiden walked straight into the wall and disappeared.

The director glanced at the silent people around him who were watching the excitement and asked, "What are you looking at? Have you finished your work?"

The silent people quickly lowered their heads and continued their work.

The Department of Mysteries is just as peaceful today.