Chapter 314 - 314 Step into the curtain

Chapter 314: Chapter 314 Step into the curtain

On the plain where the Stonehenge is located, the two groups of people have come into contact in an instant.

At this moment, many huge rocks lying on the ground suddenly moved.

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

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

The giant, whose body was almost as big as the tallest boulder, grinned cruelly and rushed out first waving a stick.

As the giants stepped heavily, the ground emitted bursts of violent roars, and the wizards in the distance seemed to be standing on a trampoline, almost unable to control their movements, and fell to the ground in a mess.

"Grop, can you hold those big guys back for a while?" Hagrid turned his head with some concern and glanced at his half-brother. "Don't force yourself. Just hold them back a little."

Hagrid's height of more than ten feet (3.5 meters) was almost twice that of an ordinary person, but compared with his brother, Grop, Hagrid became much shorter.

However, compared with those giants as tall as Stonehenge, Grop looked like a dwarf.

Grop 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 several heads taller than him.

"Don't let Grop fight alone. Let's cover him together!" Nymphadora Tonks in the crowd saw this scene and shouted loudly to the Aurors around her.

As her voice fell, a group of colorful spells shot at the giant's rough skin.

But their offensive had no effect.

Even without obvious magical abilities, giants are very powerful magical creatures - they have strong raw power proportional to their amazing size, and their rough skin can withstand most wizards' spells, and sometimes they are even more resistant than dragon scales.

"A bunch of idiots, hit their eyes!" Alastor Moody shouted angrily, "Did you learn the Defense Against the Dark Arts in vain?"

The nearby Aurors wanted to say that when they were in Hogwarts, they didn't have a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like Dracula, and their defense skills were indeed learned in vain...

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

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

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

"This won't work. The size and strength gap is too big." Moody shouted loudly, "Bring some less useless Aurors who can use the Levitation Charm to throw these big guys aside!"

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

"We can't just watch these things fall on our heads!" Moody shouted angrily, "You guys stop those Death Eaters, I'll deal with these giants myself!"

"I said that we should have killed these stupid guys in the last war, but it's a pity that old Barty didn't agree at the time. Now you're suffering!"

While mumbling, Moody walked towards a falling giant with his 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 violate the law of gravity, and flew out in an instant, hitting another giant behind him heavily, and knocked the giant to the ground.

"Leave these big guys who have power but nowhere to use it to us." Selina flapped her two wings, one black and one white, and waved to Moody on the ground, "You guys deal with those Death Eaters well!"

One by one, the high-level vampires flapped their wings and flew up, rushing towards the aggressive giants.

Although not every vampire has the huge power of Dracula and Selina to directly fight against the huge giants, several high-level vampires together are enough to deal with one or two.

After all, the vampires have been recuperating for many years, and their number is still greater than that of the giants who have been killing each other for many years.

...

When the battle was in full swing, Dumbledore brought the Horcrux Riddle to Voldemort who was standing at the highest point of Stonehenge.

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

A tall man wearing a white robe-like outfit and bare shoulders stood beside Grindelwald, looking at Grindelwald with a suspicious expression.

"Are you here too early? To be honest, I don't need help at the moment." Andros said, "Dracula helped me eliminate Herbo not long ago. He is still in the recovery period. As long as there are no more accidents, he will need a few years to recover."

"Is that so?" Grindelwald raised his mouth, "But what if I need him to recover now?"

"Wait, don't mess around!" Andros was startled, "I finally waited for some rest time, there is no need to continue fighting with Herbo during the rest time; besides, it is not up to you whether he recovers or not..."

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

The next moment, the dark energy hidden in the entire secret realm suddenly fluctuated, and Andros's huge patronus was dimmed by the sudden manic energy.

"This...what is this thing in your hand?" Andros asked in shock, "Why can it alarm Herbo who is recovering like this?"

"You will know in a moment." Grindelwald smiled and looked into the depths of the ancient Greek building.

A moment later, an illusory soul body of uncertain brightness emerged from the darkness and flew rapidly to the side of Andros and Grindelwald.

The look on his face was extremely horrified, anxious, and even panicked.

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

"Anything can be negotiated?" Grindelwald smiled playfully.

"Yes, everything can be negotiated!" Herbo nodded heavily, "As long as you give it back to me."

Andros saw Herbo's panicked look, and now he fully understood what this scepter represented.

"You can't give it to him!" He tried to dissuade him. "Aren't you on Dracula's side? If we return the Horcrux we finally found to Herbo, we may never get rid of him again..."

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

Then, he turned his eyes to Herbo: "If I say that I want you to borrow the power of the god of death, will you agree? The kind that borrows to the maximum extent."

"That's impossible," Herbo shook his head. "Every time I borrow power, I will pay a huge price, not to mention borrowing to the maximum extent... You can ask for anything else. I have everything you want in my treasure house!"

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

He spread his palm, and a ball of black fire instantly ignited in his palm.

"Say goodbye to your Horcrux, despicable Mr. Herpo." Grindelwald blew at the scepter with contempt.

"Wait a minute!"

Herpo hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute! I promise, I promise your request, quickly put away the Fiendfyre!"

Grindelwald raised the corners of his lips, pinched the Fiendfyre that was about to touch the scepter between his five fingers, but did not let it disperse.

"Then, don't you need to show your appreciation?" He looked at Herpo.

Herpo gritted his teeth, but finally sighed helplessly and closed his eyes.

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

...

"It's time."

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

Then, he took back the pocket watch neatly, arranged the invisibility cloak on his body, and held the old wand tightly in his hand.

He took a step into the floating curtain on the stone archway.