The piercing killing intent of the former Dark Lord almost broke Lockhart's aura--but if he couldn't subdue even an old man who didn't even have a wand, Lockhart, the White Devil, would be in vain.

Moody's hand speed has always been awe and coveted by Lockhart. After repeated practice and the help of a strong and sharp new body, Lockhart's hand speed is close to Moody's at the peak of that year.

A violet light flashed, and Grindelwald was knocked back on the bed by the Paralyzing Curse.

"Kill me, kill me!" Grindelwald's seemingly carefree indifference disappeared, he barked like a mad dog: "You killed Albus and took my wand, you If you don't kill me today, I will escape from prison tomorrow, and I will try my best to kill you!"

This reaction is a bit scary...

In the future, he will not pretend to be a ghost in front of his own people. Lockhart secretly made up his mind. He just showed the elder wand to the other party, and the result was a desperate attack from the other party. Fortunately, he could control the scene. If Grindelwald took it down Wand killed, isn't it an oversized oolong?

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"I'm not Voldemort." Lockhart brushed his wand across his face, restoring his original appearance: "This time I pretended to be him to save you, just to deal with him. Since you read the Daily Prophet, you should know me. "

"The White Devil?" Grindelwald's expression calmed down, and he asked with squinted eyes, "Didn't you defeat that person, what are you doing to me?"

Lockhart waved his hand to relieve him of the paralyzing spell: "I don't like this nickname, you can call me Gilderoy, or Mr. Minister. As for why I'm looking for you - in fact, I'm not that person's opponent, I'm just trying to get it back. Ministry of Magic, kill a lot of his men."

This time Grindelwald didn't pounce again, but looked at him suspiciously: "And then."

"He is probably planning a terrifying conspiracy. If successful, a bunch of powerful dark wizards will appear out of thin air. Now I need all the powerful wizard helpers I can get..."

"So it reminds me of my old man?"

"Yes, I can give you a fake British identity. Let you be free." Lockhart didn't want to talk nonsense, and directly made a condition: "And also help you avenge Principal Dumbledore."

After getting in touch with Junjie who is more aware of current affairs, he is now habitually treating everyone he deals with as understanding people, just like Dumbledore and the Weasleys and the Order of the Phoenix all day long. He also habitually treats the friendly wizards around him as good people who are willing to give selflessly.

It's not crazy to come to Grindelwald.

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"And I need to help you take down the new Dark Lord?" Grindelwald smiled grimly. "Nice deal, but I'm going to use that wand—the one you have!"

"That's impossible," Lockhart refused. "I can't deal with him without the wand."

"Then I won't do it, you see I've grown old like this. I feel tired even walking, and you don't give me a magic wand, and you want me and others to work hard?" Grindelwald's attitude was equally firm: "You go, fix the door before you go, I'm going to take a nap."

"Aging?" Lockhart smiled, took out something and threw it to him: "Come on, try the Philosopher's Stone."

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Even the former Dark Lord, who shook Europe, was like a country bumpkin who entered the city for the first time in front of this thing.

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"Ah uh-" Grindelwald let out a strange cry. Because he felt his teeth grow: "This **** is weakening my magic!"

"Are you short of magic power? You have never used up magic power in your life."

Lockhart stood on the side holding his wand and looked at him vigilantly. As the other party used his magic power, the strong magic power in the former Dark Lord's body that was not inferior to Dumbledore's peak state was revealed. Grindelwald was also born in the same parental blood. A wizard family with excellent talent, the family power was also very strong before the outbreak of the war, and he would definitely be able to get him a potion that stimulates his potential. At the same time, he and Dumbledore are old fellows of the same era...

Imprisonment can make his body senile and wear out his spirit, but it cannot stop the accumulation of his magic power!

In this small environment to calm down to read and meditate, his magical strength may be stronger than that of activities outside all day.

A minute later, Grindelwald turned into a man who was still old. But a spirited old man.

"I've used up all my magic power..." He said energetically: "In the battle I was caught in, I used all the most powerful and most magic-consuming spells I could, to force the weak onlookers Scared to hide away—hahaha.”

"But Dumbledore won."

"Nonsense. Am I willing to hit Albus with those spells!" Grindelwald's eyes widened: "If it weren't for the death wand in your hand, Albus and I would be about the same strength, maybe a little worse, but at that time it was The master is me! If I resist with all my strength, even if he wins, he will have to lie down and receive that **** Merlin First Class Medal!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Give me back the Philosopher's Stone and follow me!" Lockhart urged: "The Ministry of Magic will be here soon!"

Grindelwald threw the Philosopher's Stone back to him: "Did I promise you?"

Lockhart also narrowed his eyes: "You've even used the Philosopher's Stone, what else do you want?"

"That wand is mine...I stole it from Gregorovitch, so that it is no longer a collectible but can be re-killed!" the old man said stubbornly: "This wand is in The more powerful the wizard is, the more powerful it can be!"

"You mean you're stronger than me?" Lockhart stared at him.

"You are very strong, but who is more qualified to have it, you have to try it out to know." The old man looked at him rudely, "You promise me that you will use the same wand as me to test it after you take me back. Whoever wins will take this wand."

"Promise you, let's go." Lockhart was very annoyed, he took out a broom from his bag and threw it to the other party: "We will not go back to Germany, we will go directly across the sea to the Netherlands."

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With a loud bang, the tower where Grindelwald was imprisoned was broken by Lockhart with his wand, and the flying rubble formed a rain of stones on the ground. "Voldemort" took Grindelwald and turned into two. A black light flew out of Nurmengard's no-fly range~lightnovelpub.net~ and disappeared into the southwest sky.

"Yeah, you blew up the place where I lived for over fifty years!" Grindelwald glared at Lockhart.

"What, do you want to live back after you finish your business?" Lockhart looked at him suspiciously, but took out a broom in his hand - just pretended to be cool and flew out into black mist, and now he has left a certain range, he can't waste any more magic power .

"Not really, but it's always been a little emotional after so long." Grindelwald shook his head and said, "Farewell, Nurmengard."

"Too much emotion is cowardice, and this is probably the worst thing you can do as a Dark Lord." Lockhart said so, but he cursed in his heart: gays are hypocritical!

"People can live realistically, but they can't live without emotion. That's like a beast."

"I agree with this sentence." Lockhart nodded.

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For the rest of the journey, they didn't speak any more. Both of them rode their brooms in the most magic way, flying over the ocean between Nurmengard and Holland.

An hour later, they entered the Netherlands and used Apparition to appear close to Belgium.

After entering Belgium, they Apparated again and crossed the border to France. Their plan was to Apparate near Calais and cross the English Channel, but an accident happened and the Floo network suddenly became unusable after entering France.

At first Lockhart and Grindelwald thought France had simply cut off the border and joined the Floo network, but after flying inland along the coastline for a while, they were still unable to Apparate. Not wanting to waste any more time, and just to be on the safe side, the two began to cross the channel on the beach near Dunkirk, and finally returned to London after an hour and a half.

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[There is still 1000 recommended tickets to add more]

——(To be continued.)

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