Grindelwald and Dumbledore's fight was bad enough for Sean originally, but the facts told him that the worst would always be the next second.

Voldemort obviously used the method he used to parasitize Quirrell to parasitize the wizard in front of him. Sean didn't know how the other party knew about tonight's situation and mixed into the team. He didn't even get the notification from the Death Eaters.

In other words, Voldemort sneaked in again alone, he took a huge risk, and now, it is probably time to pay off.

This lunatic... Sean clenched his teeth, he firmly held the wand, and said the spell without any hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra! (avadakedavra

The dazzling green light shot through the flames!

Voldemort swiped the air forcefully with an unknown wand, and the green light was deflected and flew to the other side.

Amidst the explosion, the face of the young wizard was twisted, his face was squeezed to one side showing a look of extreme pain, and on the other side was Voldemort's crazy and fierce face.

"It's not a bad Killing Curse for a second-year student," Voldemort said, mingling with another voice. "Does that prove that you really want to kill me?"

"Go away, Voldemort." Sean waved his wand violently.

"Voldemort? Don't you call me Professor Riddle?" His eyes were completely protruding from their sockets. "These two old immortals really trust you enough to tell you everything?"

The green light shifted, and the explosion caused a rain of mud.

Voldemort didn't care about the scorched earth falling from the sky, he laughed nervously, and walked more quickly towards Grindelwald.

"Wallop!" He swallowed his laughter, his face contorted and stern, "You got the Killing Curse from me! No, it should be said, you are much more evil than me—ha!"

He walked outside the transparent barrier set by Dumbledore, and his voice became more and more frenzied: "However, let's taste the main course first."

Grindelwald still fell to the ground, he lazily raised one and waved: "Good evening, Tom... Well, I still haven't paid you your salary for last year for a month?"

Voldemort was licking his lips excitedly, one hand clenched on his wand and throwing Shawn's Killing Curse away, the other reaching straight for the barrier.

"Chi—" The sound of flesh turning into charcoal stimulated Sean's eardrums.

Voldemort's outstretched hand was blocked by the barrier, but instead of withdrawing, he thrust his hand straight and forcefully into the barrier.

Obviously, forcibly penetrating through the barrier caused him great pain, the distorted face became more and more hideous, and the two faces squeezed on one face opened their mouths in pain.

However, that hand still slowly stretched in, and the left phalanx with sparks hanging on it and only bones left broke through the barrier!

"Ha - good evening, Mr. Grindelwald." Voldemort pressed his head against the barrier, not minding the burning of his face.

"Voldemort, what do you want, your wand, your remnant soul? I can give you all." Sean spoke as calmly as possible.

"Shh, Sean," Voldemort's face was half burned, he looked at Sean with **** eyes, "you're such a smart guy, if I can't solve it, I'm thinking of delaying time—Dumbledore is indeed powerful, It's hard for me to beat that old **** with the way I look. Ha, so I decided to finish my goal before he comes back."

"Do you think I'm crazy? Hahahaha, I'm sober, I can't be more sober." Voldemort smiled in pain and maniacally, his entire left hand had completely turned into a bone, and he had completely entered the barrier.

"Where did you just say that? Mr. Principal—yes, my salary."

"Stop!" Sean's eyes were tearing.

Voldemort laughed and clenched his bones. Grindelwald in the barrier seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and his weak body was lifted into the air.

The sound of bones twisting could be heard clearly, and Sean could see Grindelwald's body being squeezed.

"A bit slow? But just right, let the pain last a little longer, huh - it makes me enjoy." Voldemort went completely mad.

Grindelwald said nothing, his face was turned around, his weak but calm light blue eyes showed a hint of sarcasm.

"I like this look." Voldemort stuck out his long forked tongue, he looked at Grindelwald who was squeezed inside, and then rolled his eyes in excitement and pain.

The dark white pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the tongue licked on the barrier to burn a puff of black smoke that entangled and merged with the black mist emitted by Voldemort.

The black smoke shot straight into the sky, and a huge black magic mark appeared in the sky, and below it was a font made of green light:

The Death Eaters are coming, and the Dark Lord has returned.

"Idiot..." Grindelwald's nostrils overflowed with blood, and his bones creaked.

"Are you introducing yourself, Mr. Headmaster?" Voldemort smiled darkly.

"I said, let you let go..." A cold but extremely violent voice sounded.

Voldemort's half-boned body turned slowly, the protruding, white-eyed eyes eerily returning to their original shape, and—

"puff!"

One of his eyes exploded into blood foam!

Only the last scene remained in the black eye sockets and was sent to my mind.

In Paris, residents in pajamas or even naked screamed and rushed out of the fire. They gathered in the center of the Fountain Square tremblingly.

The little girl in princess dress pajamas hugged the doll in her arms tightly. She was not injured, but with a little panic and confusion on her face, she was currently curled up in the arms of her parents.

"Dad! Mom!" Someone of the same age cried out.

"Come here, come here! Be careful!" an adult called to the residents who escaped from the fire just now.

"God—God... No, no, this is the Lord's punishment! This is the Lord's will!" Some believers fell on their knees and kept praying.

Of course, more people were looking at the sky. I didn’t know what was there. The flames of the entire city were rising towards the center. They were attracted and gathered. Gradually, the flames on the ground had disappeared, and an entire sky was enveloped. The flame vortex is slowly taking shape.

"Father, mother, is the sun about to fall?" The little girl unconsciously grasped her doll tightly. The slightly scorched doll made the sound of fabric tearing, the white wings on the back were drooping, and there were white spots under the armpits. The filling is exposed.

"No, no, it's just...just...it's going to pass, baby." The young couple put their arms around their child, and they hugged each other tightly, blocking the view of the little girl above.

The girl lowered her head ignorantly, she saw the 'injured' doll, and then anxiously let go of her tightly grasped hands.

She put the doll down and stood crookedly on the ground.

"Sorry, I hurt you, Michael." The girl apologized to her doll in a childish voice.

This is a birthday present from her parents, a beautiful doll with wings on the back, and she also gave her friend a nice name.

The doll stood crookedly, and the little girl reached out, trying to tuck in the white stuffing her friend was showing.

Then, looking past the doll, she saw the east of the city illuminated by flames.

A terrifying giant, dripping with magma and taller than the Eiffel Tower, slowly stood up.

"Father, mother..." the little girl was trembling.

"That, what is that!" The surrounding residents also saw a giant standing up to the east.

"It, it stood up!"

"That's a demon, a demon that rose from hell!"

The crowd that finally calmed down completely exploded, and the horrified cries and mournful cries echoed in the night sky through the vortex of flames.

In the center of Furstenberg Square, next to the small fountain, tree roots rose from the ground, and the branches were woven into an elevator, from which wizards with charred robes kept coming out.

Wizards in Auror uniforms of the French Ministry of Magic commanded.

"The wounded go first! Can you Apparate? Take this man."

"Fifth Squad, go to the Fifth District to see if there are any injured Muggles, and get them out!"

"Squad Six, go to the city center... what? Ask me if I want to disguise?! You idiot, are you coming to swallow the flames above my head?!"

"Squad Seven, support the west of the city... Do you want to support the sky? Has your brain been licked by a troll? That's Dumbledore's business!"

"Squad Eight, you..."

A member of the team stopped the director of the Auror office who was giving orders: "Director! Director!"

"What are you doing! I swear, if you hadn't told me that the Eiffel Tower was going to collapse, I would have stuffed your head into the toilet..." The irascible middle-aged wizard turned around and grabbed the team members by their collars.

Then, almost throwing his head back as far as it could go, the clothes in his hands slowly slipped, collapsing with him to the ground.

It was a flame giant as tall as the Eiffel Tower, and the dark power that almost turned into reality was entangled around it. Even at such a distance, everyone present felt the instinctive fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Merlin's beard..." the Auror office director who collapsed on the ground muttered, "Paris...is finished..."

The Père Lachaise Cemetery, which had been reduced to scorched earth, completely turned into lava, and the towering giant stood up.

Lava dripped on Voldemort's side, his only remaining eye protruded ferociously, and a perverted smile of extreme excitement suddenly appeared on his twisted and terrifying face.

"Wallup, this is your... talent..."

He shook off Grindelwald in his hand, and the wand in the other hand slipped to the ground.

The hands of white bones and flesh and blood raised high, and then forcefully inserted into his stomach.

A huge wound appeared on Voldemort's abdomen, and the internal organs fell out, without blood and blood, replaced by a big mouth filled with mist.

"Come on... come on..." He frantically opened the abdominal wound wider.

The giant Sean's red eyes looked down at the little one on the ground. He reached out his hand emotionlessly, and the floating Dark Mark was scattered. His palm passed through the dissipating mist, and then he firmly grasped the already inhuman Voldemort.

He saw the big mouth on Voldemort's stomach, but at this time Sean had completely lost his mind, and there were endless negative emotions in his eyes.

"Roar—" He raised his head to the sky, and let out a terrifying roar that was not at all human-like.

There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and even the flame vortex above Paris was trembling.

Sean the Giant slowly lowered his head and looked directly at Voldemort, whose palm was not humanoid.

At this time, the excitement on Voldemort's face had begun to dissipate, and he even showed a confused look.

"Why... why doesn't it work..."

As if he had figured it out, the only remaining eye protruded terribly, and his mouth opened wide as if screaming.

"This is not obscurity... this is not obscurity! There is something else hidden in you! You are a sin—" His voice was caught in his throat.

Shaun the Giant squeezed Voldemort into a ball with light force.

Then he raised his hand and opened his tongueless mouth, ready to swallow Voldemort.

"Sean!" The voice below made the giant Sean pause.

He lowered his huge head slowly, and saw Grindelwald lying on the ground bleeding from his nostrils, his blood-soaked face was blurred, only the bright blue eyes were full of anger.

The giant Sean showed a confused look for the first time. He shook his head and staggered back a step. The hill behind him was trampled into a big hole.

"If you eat that dirty thing, don't talk to me in the future." Grindelwald's voice was extremely stern, but with a reassuring emotion.

The giant Sean shook his head in pain, his red left eye was slowly fading away.

He half-kneeled on the ground, covering his huge eyes.

Sean finally regained a little consciousness. He felt like he was floating in magma, but there was only warmth and no pain all over his body. There seemed to be a voice scolding himself from a distance, which made him a little unhappy.

The magma surrounding him suddenly boiled up, and negative emotions such as arrogance, violence, and greed were eating away at his consciousness, but he instinctively did not want to resist.

The giant Sean slowly lifted Voldemort's hand, about to send it to his mouth.

"Sean-Wallop! I tell you, shut up!" The obnoxious voice came a little closer.

Xiao En, who was floating, seemed to see pictures, the old man who was both a teacher and a friend was standing in front of him.

"Shh~lightnovelpub.net~ He sealed his mouth with a spell.

"Shut up, Sean, now listen to my explanation." He taught sternly but in detail.

"If you don't know how to flatter, just shut your mouth." He scolded with a smile like an old child.

"Shut up, I want to hear him tell me." He fell to the ground stubbornly and weakly.

The normal-sized Sean suddenly opened his eyes, he saw the surrounding magma, saw himself floating, and returned to consciousness with a little reason.

"Am I going to be absorbed... It feels like this is my real self..." He thought in a daze.

"I can't get rid of it... It's a strange feeling, like the two consciousnesses are my own, and I can also control... But, only destruction is my original intention, and my real consciousness can't bypass the body's instinct... Think of a way, Think of a way..." Sean tried his best to think with the remaining rationality.

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