Chapter 542 Grindelwald: Destiny, how magnificent and evil you are!

Around the huge depression, purple flames formed a cage, surrounding a large number of Acromantulas.

When the dark green poisonous mist entered it, the eight-eyed spider inside roared and howled angrily.

Standing in mid-air, Grindelwald silently watched everything in front of him.

Watching the purple flames transform into a cage, the corners of his mouth seemed to recall certain things from the past unconsciously.

However, he quickly set his sights on the red-haired girl casting a spell on the side.

Silver-white pupils stared into Wanda's black eyes.

Of course, there is also the dragon Xiaobai on her shoulders

The power of destiny is gathering, illuminating your choices and guiding your thoughts.

Finally appeared in front of me.

Any resistance you have will only turn into further motivation. For everything, fate has already given the final answer.

Destiny, what a magnificent power, and how...evil.

call! call! call!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

When the purple flames intertwined with the blood-red mist, Grindelwald shifted his gaze.

His eyes were focused on Voldemort and the blood gushing out of him, the red mist bloodworm.

It has to be said that Voldemort is in the same echelon as him, and he does have two brushes.

This bloody bug is really dangerous.

I don't know how Voldemort controlled it so easily.

However, what surprised Grindelwald the most was...

The bloody fate is constantly gathering.

Here, this moment seems to be Voldemort's home court, and heaven and earth seem to be supporting him.

As if celebrating what he had done.

why?

Killing, although there is a chance to be favored by fate.

But there is no doubt that only enemies of fate will be treated like this.

And they have a savior whom fate loves, why is this so?

Doubts were emerging in his mind. Grindelwald stood in mid-air, quietly watching every move of Voldemort, Harry Potter, Wanda Ian and others.

Somewhat puzzled, he needed to get more information to get the answer he wanted.

"Professor Credence, it's time for you to take action."

Ian's voice echoed around, and Grindelwald lowered his gaze to the ground.

Soon, a person wearing black wizard robes also appeared in Grindelwald's line of sight.

Old friends.

Grindelwald looked at the familiar face with a faint smile on his face.

The concealment method is indeed very powerful. Dumbledore and Voldemort cannot find it, so he is not surprised.

However, the fate of this old friend and his was too closely intertwined.

It can be said that since youth, the fate of the other party has collided with one's own, intertwined with each other, and even entangled with each other.

The friend's luck was obviously bad, and he was sensing the flow of fate, but the other party was actually hiding under his nose.

Every move is like observing the lines in the palm of your hand.

At this moment, it is really easy to kill him!

The thought came to mind, and Grindelwald continued to observe the battle between his old friend Credence and Voldemort.

The magic power of Obscurus is indeed unique, but it is still food for the insects of the blood abyss.

That's right, even with my own magic power, and I am the best at using fire, it is still difficult to completely stop these bugs.

It has to be said that it is really difficult for Voldemort, who has been favored by fate, to cooperate with these extremely dangerous and unlimitedly adaptable blood abyss insects in front of him.

"Lockhart, if you don't take action, your students will be doomed!"

Credence's shout sounded, and Grindelwald suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky not far away.

Lockhart, wearing a seven-color wizard robe, came into view.

At the same time, Lockhart was smiling at himself.

Their eyes met, silver-white pupils and emerald green eyes looked at each other, smiling at the same time.

It seemed that the two of them had sensed something early on

As Lockhart spoke his name, Grindelwald appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, the black mist on the ground intertwined with the blood-red mist and purple flames.

Above the sky, Lockhart and Grindelwald, one wearing colorful wizard robes and the other wearing gray wizard robes, looked at each other.

call!

As the blood-red mist gradually retracted, Credence also retracted the black mist transformed by his magic power, and Remy also retracted his purple flame.

The fog of the Blood Abyss returned to Voldemort's body, and Grindelwald and Lockhart slowly landed on the ground.

"We meet again, Grindelwald." Lockhart looked at Grindelwald's silver-white pupils with interest.

As the thoughts turned, the colorful power of dreams evolved into the pale golden power of destiny, shrouding the other party's destiny.

"Yes, Lockhart, I really didn't expect that we would meet here." Grindelwald said slowly in a calm tone.

As he said that, he looked around the environment of the Forbidden Forest and said in a low voice with some emotion: "Here, it would be great if Albus comes again."

Then, Grindelwald said in a probing tone: "Lockhart, I'm really curious about what you used to convince Albus."

"He was such a determined man that it's hard for me to imagine him being persuaded not to participate and be a bystander."

Lockhart seemed not to hear Grindelwald's question and continued to fiddle with the hanging ring in his hand.

However, the conversation between the two made Voldemort beside him a little impatient.

Ever since he found out that Lockhart was the biggest culprit behind the scenes, the murderous intention in his heart couldn't stop coming out, and the thought of revenge kept recurring in his heart.

"Grindelwald, I want to know the answer. It's very simple."

Voldemort raised a finger and said word by word: "Grab Lockhart, I will check the memory."

Having said this, a cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's face: "No matter how much you talk, it's better to have a fight and see the blood, then you can say anything."

As he spoke, a large number of Blood Abyss Insects emerged from the body again, forming a blood-red mist behind him.

He was full of contempt for the habit of talking before fighting.

By saying so much, you won't get any useful information, and in the end you'll have to fight a big battle.

Of course, you can speak for yourself, but not others.

Well, he, Voldemort, is such a double standard!

After hearing this, Grindelwald frowned slightly, but looking at Lockhart's attitude, he also knew that it seemed impossible to obtain useful information from Lockhart through communication alone.

then……

call!

With a slight flick of his right hand, the blue fire fell to the ground like water droplets.

In an instant, the fierce fire surged and spread rapidly along the ground.

He didn't charge directly at anyone, but began to spread around, forming a huge blue circle of fire.

The remaining grass inside the fire ring almost turned to withered yellow in a short period of time, and then burned spontaneously as if it couldn't stand the scorching heat of the fire.

Soon, only a piece of yellow land was left in the huge ring of fierce fire.

Lockhart, Credence, Voldemort, everyone is in this circle, as if this is a duel venue reserved for them.

"It should have been like this!"

Voldemort licked his lips and said bloodthirstyly.

At the same time, blood mist filled the back, spinning and expanding like a storm rapidly.

Lockhart's eyes glowed with colorful lights, and his palms were slightly stretched forward.

A large amount of colorful dream power spurted out.

In a very short period of time, a colorful barrier stood in front of him.

Wanda, Ian, Harry, Hermione and others all ran behind Lockhart.

As for Credence, he slowly walked to Lockhart's side.

The wand was stretched out, and the familiar black mist emerged again.