Chapter 265： The flame is rekindled!

There was no sign, and Grindelwald's branch wand didn't even wave. With him as the center, a dark blue flame ignited around the circular square.

Dare to come to Grindelwald's troubles, the guards are naturally well prepared.

The blue flames rose, and the surrounding wizards raised their wands in unison. The pale silver magic spell spewed from the tip of the wand and then entwined together. A silver magic barrier quickly formed around dozens of people.

No, to be precise, the silver translucent barrier became a hemispherical cover that trapped Grindelwald and the flaming demonic flames together.

It not only protects itself from being eroded by the magic flame, but also traps Grindelwald in the center.

A joint spell... Sean's pupils shrank slightly.

Most of the spells cannot be fused. After the two "except your weapon" spells are intertwined, they will explode. Even if there is no explosion, it will not increase the power of the spell.

Defensive spells like "Ultimate Armor and Bodyguard" can be released jointly, but this release method can only increase the defensive range of the spell, and the overall defensive ability is minimally improved.

The pale silver barrier in front of him really blocked Grindelwald's magic flame.

Obviously, the power of one person cannot do it, and the power of the spell is really superimposed.

The joint magic spell that Sean knew before was only one summoning spell. The effect of joint stacking is that the number of summoned creatures will increase. Obviously, the actual combat significance is not very big.

Grindelwald also once told him that there are almost no joint spells that are really used for offense or defense, at least he has never seen it. Grindelwald didn't say 100%. He told Sean that maybe there was such a spell in the long history of magic, but it was not inherited for unknown reasons.

Now, both have seen it.

Sean couldn't help but sweat.

Within the pale silver barrier, the dark blue flames slammed violently and frantically, but the barrier seemed fragile, but it did not shake in the slightest under the huge impact of the flames.

The leader Marshall breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not let her guard down, and the magic power was output into the barrier through the wand without money.

Sean looked around, and the people who cast this spell were all wizards he didn't know, and the ones named by Grindelwald just now were all inside. James and Sirius beside him looked at this with serious expressions. everything.

They should be the core members of the **** team...

Inside the barrier, the blue flame raged for a while and found that the cover could not be broken. The flame jumped a few times, and then calmed down like an intelligent creature.

Only then did everyone see Grindelwald trapped in the center of the fire.

His face was calm, and he even paced the circle with interest.

The dark blue flames licked Grindelwald's calm face, and he stretched out his stick and wand and prodded the pale silver barrier.

"Thorn!" The dazzling light suddenly turned on and off as if it had touched the power grid, and Grindelwald said with interest: "It seems that he is really well prepared, and all such good things are brought out. ... Defense, restraint, weakening, the three-in-one effect is really a good spell."

He looked at the descendant of the Prosos family and said with a smile, "It seems that when I visited last time, your family hid all the good things."

The man didn't speak, just silently gripped his wand tighter.

Marshall shouted: "Grindelwald, I don't need to explain many things to you, you know better than everyone present - surrender!"

Grindelwald raised his brows. He ignored Marshall and stood at the very edge of the pale silver barrier. He pressed one hand on the barrier, and the sound of explosions and "thorns" flashed past.

"Let me be sure again, he really didn't say anything to you?" Grindelwald's hand was firmly on the barrier, and he looked at Newt leisurely.

He was obviously trapped, but Grindelwald always gave people a sense of oppression that surrounded everyone by himself.

Newt is naturally not a member of the United Spell, he is still carrying his suitcase, his expression has not changed: "No comment."

"Tut-tsk-" Grindelwald shook his head in disappointment, "It's ruthless..."

Saying that, he stretched out another finger and crossed the barrier.

Sparks were flying, but he was unaffected, earnestly stroking his lover's face.

"By the way, Scamander..." Grindelwald stopped and showed an inexplicable smile.

"Then did he—write a eulogy for you in advance?"

The syllable fell, and the ground of the entire Père Lachaise cemetery trembled violently!

In the terrified eyes of the guards, from behind them, above their heads, the raging blue flames rose from nowhere, they drilled out of every crack, and shrouded everyone in it!

Under the night sky, the dilapidated cemetery that was only emitting a faint light was suddenly set on fire!

In Paris, a public practice room is still lit at a dance training school in the east of the city.

Inside the room, a massive record player brought out the beginning of the fifth movement of Mahler's Seventh Symphony.

"This game is very important. It's not my intention to practice at night, but it's necessary. Well, girls, don't let me down."

The girls danced to the rhythm of the timpani.

The heavy timpani was followed by a low-pitched ensemble of various instruments, followed by horns and trumpets playing a majestic rondo theme in a marching style. In the majestic and atmospheric music, the girls danced more and more wanton.

The symphony reverberated, the rhythm became loud and turbulent, and the coaches watching on the side kept hitting the beat.

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"Very well, go on, expressions, let me see your expressions! Always remember the meaning of this song!"

"It's a collage of colors, a gathering of energy, a moment of celebration, a 'return to the day'."

"Camille! What are you doing! This is the climax of the dance, why did you stop!" The coach suddenly screamed, and she pointed at a girl. The girls' dance moves stopped, and the music was still reverberating.

The little girl in the dance costume, shocked and trembling, pointed to the corner of the window, which was covered by the curtain.

They walked over and widened their eyes.

That's the Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Above it, a huge dark blue flame dragon and a phoenix are circling recklessly and gracefully.

In Paris, ordinary people stuck their heads out in horror. They saw the blue fire rising into the sky in the east of the city, which was shaking with her people.

Inside the cemetery, dark blue flames have surrounded everyone, and hot waves of fire have enveloped every corner.

Right in the center, Grindelwald closed his eyes with enjoyment, and he raised his hands high, his wand waving in his palms.

The magic flame beats with Grindelwald's heart. He seems to be the most outstanding conductor in the world. The beating flames are his notes, and the terrified shouts of people are his accompaniment.

"Oh-oh-" he sighed with enjoyment, "what a night--"

The wizards' joint guard team wanted to release the spell, but they were horrified to find that the joint spell didn't work, the dark blue flames were everywhere, and they were forced to retreat, but there was also a terrible wave of flames behind them.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the fear in his heart. It was a young wizard with a childish look on his face. He seemed to have just graduated not long ago.

"No—" He let out a low, startled sound, then raised his head and waved his wand.

He's going to get out of here.

"No!" Marshall shouted.

But it was too late, his Apparition Charm didn't take effect, and in just a few seconds after losing his defense, the dark blue flames embraced him like a greedy demon.

The young body dissipated like dust, and he couldn't even make a final sound.

The ashes floated up and down in the flames, and finally turned into a trace of black smoke into the splendid night of Paris.

"Oh, tsk, tsk-" Grindelwald sighed regretfully, "Young friends are always like this, they can't hold their breath."

Someone tried to attack Grindelwald with a spell, but his spell was only halfway through. After Grindelwald gently raised his stick and wand, the spell made a crashing sound and disappeared.

The flames engulfed everyone who dared to shoot.

"Damn... ****..." Sirius looked at all this with a pale face. He and James had been protecting Sean and resisting the flames.

Grindelwald was not in a hurry to drive the magic flame. He walked casually and looked at Marshall leisurely: "I thought that after a few decades, you should have grown a little bit, ha- it's disappointing."

Marshall fought back the flames around her, her face was solemn, and she pursed her lips and said nothing at the moment.

"The only lesson that mankind can learn from history is that mankind never learns from history." Grindelwald shook his head in disappointment, "I thought you could surprise me, but in the end, this is your painstaking work. plan of?"

"Let me tell you something," said Grindelwald, putting on the mild expression on his headmaster's face, "whether it's a wizard or a Muggle, we always look at things from a developmental point of view, and a lot of times people only pay attention to the surface. s things."

"Look, you think, I'm already a 100-year-old old man, I've stepped into the grave with one foot, I'm limited by the status of the principal, my reaction, my speed is far inferior to the younger ones It's time, even, I lost a powerful weapon-" Grindelwald laughed, "Yes, yes, you have no problem thinking."

He squatted down halfway and gave a gentle smile to Marshall, who had been knocked back by the flames and fell on the stone steps. He looked down at him.

"But why not give it a second thought? I've given up on my lifelong ideal, and that means - I have nothing to do. Come on, it's easier for a school than planning a terrorist attack all over Europe. Come to think of it, how boring am I usually?"

"Man, when I'm bored, I can only find something to do. I have to pick up the magic homework that I put down for a long time. Look, my learning results-" He proudly stretched out his hands and embraced the dark blue flame, " Are you still satisfied?"

"Grindelwald..." Marshall squeezed out a heavy name from his dry, hot throat.

"Don't worry about resenting me, I love everything." Grindelwald stretched out his hand with a smile, Marshall didn't make any sound, and her ashes dissipated in the cemetery.

"This is Grindelwald... I finally understand what Dumbledore once said..." James, who was desperately resisting, shook his head with a wry smile.

Sirius' eyes were solemn: "This is what Dumbledore said, the most talented wizard in the world..."

Grindelwald walked happily in the flames. He didn't show any more acting skills to convince others to join his team. He didn't care about the scolding and begging of the people around him.

He walked up to a wizard who was from the Prosos family.

"Why don't you speak, my friend?" Grindelwald asked softly.

The man's lips twitched, but until the end, he just stared at the other party with horror and hatred.

"Backbone without reason, confidence without confidence," Grindelwald scrutinized the other's 'better to die' face, then raised his wand indifferently, "Burn out self (bustficus)."

Crimson flames began to emerge from the man's seven orifices, his eyes glowed with fire, and black smoke rose wildly.

However, Grindelwald seemed to be still controlling the power of the spell. The man did not turn into ashes all at once. He finally let out a silent howl, and his coke-like face was madly twisted.

Grindelwald frowned dissatisfiedly: "Don't you even want to say hello to me?"

The Burning Man roared silently, his robes began to peel, his wand turned to charcoal, and he staggered toward Grindelwald, step after step, until he finally stood in front of him with difficulty.

Only the human-shaped wizard stretched out a hand and seemed to want to grab Grindelwald He raised his hand hard, and the pitch-black fingertips stopped in front of Grindelwald's nose tremblingly. .

"Uh..." he murmured extremely hoarsely.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and put his ears close to him with interest: "What do you want to say, my friend?"

"Pfft." The fireman fell heavily, the flames became more and more vigorous during the fall, his body became lighter, and the ashes fell on the ground.

"Oh, what a coincidence." Grindelwald shook his head regretfully.

He went to another person, the wizards he had named.

"Aren't you going to talk about your great conspiracy?"

Everyone closed their mouths, then turned to fluffy ashes in Grindelwald's expressions of pleasure or disappointment.

He walked up to the last person, a witch in her thirties, who Sean remembered as a descendant of Vabrsky.

The woman's eyes trembled violently under Grindelwald's calm gaze, and finally, she opened her mouth timidly: "I, I said..."

Suddenly, she opened her mouth wide in horror, and flames burst out, giving her no chance to continue.

Looking at the scattered ashes, Grindelwald shook his brows: "Actually, I know, I lied to you, ha~"

The rest of the **** shuffled back, while Grindelwald turned slowly.

"Okay... eh?" Grindelwald suddenly looked sideways at a crack above his head.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth raised an arc, and a wild and happy smile filled his face.

"Oh-oh!" He laughed too happily, "I love Paris--" Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!