Without any warning, Grindelwald didn't even wave his branch wand. With him as the center, dark blue flames ignited around the circular square.

Dare to trouble Grindelwald, the guards are naturally well prepared.

Blue flames rose up, and all the wizards around raised their wands together. Light silver spells spewed from the tip of the wands and entangled together. Around dozens of people, a silver magic barrier was quickly formed.

No, to be precise, this silver translucent barrier became a hemispherical cover, which trapped Grindelwald and the wanton burning magic flame together.

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

Combined spells... Sean's pupils narrowed slightly.

Most of the spells cannot be fused. The two spells of "Exu-You Weapon" will explode after they are intertwined. Even if there is no explosion, the power of the spell will not be enhanced.

And defensive spells like "Ultimate Armor Protection" can be released jointly, but this release method can only increase the defense range of the spell, and the improvement of the overall defense ability is negligible.

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

Obviously, one person's strength cannot do it, and the power of the spell is truly superimposed.

The combined spell that Sean knew before was only one summoning spell, and the effect of combined superposition is that the number of summoned creatures will increase. Obviously, it is not very meaningful in actual combat.

Grindelwald also once told him that there are almost no joint spells that are really used for offense or defense, at least he has not seen them. Grindelwald didn't say 100%, he told Sean that maybe this kind of spell existed in the long history of magic, but it didn't inherit it for unknown reasons.

Now, both of them saw it.

Sean couldn't help but sweat.

Inside the light silver barrier, the dark blue flame violently and crazily impacted, but the barrier looked fragile, but it did not shake in the slightest under the huge impact of the flame.

Marshall, the leader, breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't relax her vigilance, and the magic power was output to the barrier through the wand without money.

Sean looked around, 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 guards...

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

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

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

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

"Stab!" As if touching the power grid, the dazzling light flashed on and off, and Grindelwald said with interest: "It seems that we are really well prepared, and all such good things have been taken out. …The three-in-one effect of defense, restraint, and weakening 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 still hid all the good things."

The man said nothing, but silently gripped his wand tighter.

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

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He ignored Marshall, but stood at the very edge of the pale silver barrier. He pressed one hand on the barrier, and the explosion and "stab" flashed past.

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

He is obviously the one who is trapped, but Grindelwald always gives people a sense of oppression surrounding everyone alone.

Newt was naturally not a member of the United Spell, he still carried his suitcase, his expression unchanged: "No comment."

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

As he spoke, he stretched out another finger across the barrier.

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

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

"So did he—write your condolences ahead of time?"

As soon as the syllable landed, the entire Père Lachaise Cemetery trembled violently!

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

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

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

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

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

The girls dance to the beat of the timpani.

After the heavy timpani, there was a low-pitched ensemble of various instruments, and then the French horn and trumpet played a majestic rondo theme in a marching style. Amid the majestic and atmospheric music, the girls danced more and more recklessly.

The symphony reverberated, the rhythm became loud and tumultuous, and the coaches who watched from the sidelines continued to beat the beat.

"Very good, continue, 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 of 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 danced to a standstill, the music still echoing.

Shocked and trembling, the little girl in a dance costume pointed to the corner of the window that was covered by the curtains.

They walked over, and then their eyes widened.

That's the Pere Lachaise Cemetery.

In the sky above it, a huge dark blue flame dragon and a phoenix are hovering recklessly and gracefully.

In Paris, ordinary people poked their heads out in horror. They saw the blue flames rising from the east of the city. The city was trembling with her people.

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

In the middle, Grindelwald closed his eyes with enjoyment, he raised his hands high, and his wand danced in his palms.

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

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

The wizards' joint guard wanted to release the spell, but they were horrified to find that the joint spell didn't work, and dark blue flames were everywhere. 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 face. He seemed to have just graduated not long ago.

"No—" he made a low, horrified sound, then raised his head and waved his wand.

He wants to escape from here.

"No!" Marshall yelled.

But it was too late, his apparition spell didn't take effect, and within a few seconds of losing his defense, the dark blue flame 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 brilliant night of Paris.

"Oh, tsk tsk, 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 only flew halfway. After Grindelwald gently raised his branch wand, the spell made a crashing sound and disappeared without a trace.

The flames engulfed everyone who dared to strike.

"Damn...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 took a casual walk and looked at Marshall leisurely: "I thought that after decades, you should have made some progress, ha--it's really disappointing."

Marshall repelled the flames around her, her face was solemn, and she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

"The only lesson that humans can learn from history is that humans never learn from history." Grindelwald shook his head disappointedly, "I thought you could give me a little surprise, but in the end, this is your painstaking efforts plan of?"

"Let me tell you something," Grindelwald put on his gentle expression when he was the headmaster, "Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, we always have to look at problems from a developmental perspective. s things."

"Look, what do you think, I am already a hundred-year-old man, I have already stepped into the grave with one foot, I am limited by the identity of the principal, my reaction and speed are far inferior to the young It's time, even, I lost a powerful weapon—" Grindelwald laughed, "Yes, that's right, you have no problem thinking."

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

"But why not give it a second thought? I've given up on my lifelong ideals, and that means—I have nothing to do. Come on, it's easier to run a school than to plan a terrorist attack all over Europe, Think about 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 have put down for a long time. Look, my learning results—" He proudly stretched out his hands to embrace the dark blue flame, "Is there anything else to do?" satisfied?"

"Grindelwald..." Marshall squeezed out the heavy name from his parched and hot throat.

"Don't worry about hating me, I love all of this." Grindelwald smiled and stretched out his hand, Marshall didn't make any sound, her ashes dissipated in the cemetery.

"This is Grindelwald... I finally understand the meaning of what Dumbledore said..." James, who was desperately resisting, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Sirius stared solemnly: "This is what Dumbledore said, the most talented wizard in the world..."

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

He came up to a wizard, a member of the Prothos family.

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

The man's lips twitched a bit, but until the end, he just stared at him with fear and hatred.

"Spine without reason, confidence without confidence," Grindelwald looked at the other party's face of "would rather die than surrender", and then raised his wand indifferently, "Burn yourself (orgbustficus)."

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

However, Grindelwald seemed to be still controlling the power of the spell. The man didn't turn into ashes all of a sudden. He finally wailed silently, his charred face twisted wildly.

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

The Pyro man roared silently, his robe began to peel off, his wand turned into charred charcoal, he staggered towards Grindelwald, step by step, and finally he stood in front of the opponent with difficulty.

The wizard with only a human figure stretched out a hand as if trying to grab Grindelwald. His hand was raised hard, and the black fingertips trembled and stopped in front of Grindelwald's nose.

"Uh..." he whispered extremely hoarsely.

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

"Pfft." Pyro fell heavily, the flames became more intense during the fall, his body became lighter, and then the ashes fell to the ground.

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

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

"Don't you want to talk about your shocking conspiracy?"

Everyone shut their mouths tightly, and then turned into light ashes in Grindelwald's expression of joy or disappointment.

He walked up to the last person, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com It was a witch about 30 years old, and Sean still remembered that it was a descendant of Wabraski.

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 shot out, without giving her a chance to continue speaking.

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

The remaining members of the **** backed away tremblingly, while Grindelwald turned slowly.

"Okay...huh?" Grindelwald suddenly looked sideways at a crack in the top of his head.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a wild and joyful smile hung all over his face.

"Oh—oh!" He laughed so much, "I love Paris—"

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