The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 343
"I remember this stuff, Grindelwald's magic, uh huh, you're actually Grindelwald? That damned bastard, he's finally willing to come out of the castle?

I remember him, he was very good at pretending to be someone else, the bastard..."

Aberforth was weak, muttering, he probably hurt his head, maybe he didn't even know what he was talking about, his voice became lower and lower, almost falling asleep.

"You speak so vulgarly, so ugly..."

Duwei Jones said that he didn't know where he was, the wind was howling, and it was taking away the few body heat from their bodies-this is not a good phenomenon, in this snow-filled Alps, what they do The consequence is to become an ice sculpture.

Tomorrow they can be transported back to England and put on display in the museum.

The brothers were lying on the snow, barely able to move anymore.

There are two pieces of news that Duvi Jones wanted to tell Aberforth, but Aberforth probably couldn't hear him. He fainted. Duvi Jones put the last magic prop in his hand, and his consciousness began to Gradually blurred.

The good news is, they stopped Voldemort.

Duvi Jones gave Voldemort a lot of ruthless spells, and hit him with several curses. As one of the representatives of low-charm villains with bad brains and low structure, but strong fighting power (probably because he is too ugly Because of this), Voldemort is the most powerful and representative sequence of dark wizards in history. He lacks a little bit of wisdom. It is a shame that he is not inferior to others in terms of combat power.

Coincidentally, Grindelwald is also a Dark Lord who is so powerful that he can be counted on the number one. The two generations of Dark Lords clashed with each other. , he was afraid.

Because, "no need".

These two people on the other side are bound to die, they are powerless to resist, he only needs to back down a little, and when he comes back again, he will see two corpses that have lost their combat effectiveness, and he will not be temporarily counterattacked.

As always, he's the same Tom, he doesn't have the generosity to die even though he knows he won't - he still has a Horcrux (two) and Nagini (Harry Potter) is still alive Woolen cloth.

He chose to "temporarily avoid the edge".

Waiting for the prey to die by itself.

The bad news is that Voldemort's guess was right. The two of them were lying in the snow in large characters, and a large amount of blood stained the surrounding area bright red. "I thought I would only lame one leg."

Duvi Jones said that he kept his eyes wide open, waiting for the arrival of his backhand, until he saw a man in thick clothes, with eyes like tennis balls and ears like a fan appearing in front of him, Du Wei A smile finally appeared on Vie Jones's face, a real smile from the heart.

"More than."

He said softly, then closed his eyes and passed out completely.

Here comes Dobby.

Everything is safe now.

……

"Clap clap clap clap."

Someone kept slapping Duvi Jones's face, neither light nor heavy, which made Duvi Jones clearly know that he was still alive, and the dead probably wouldn't be slapped in the face like this—it should be.

But because of his coma, he couldn't feel pain, only a "feeling".

The feeling that someone was slapping him.

The tip of his nose smelled mutton, and Duvi Jones did not open his eyes.

"For treating the great Getler Grindelwald like this, Aberforth, when I wake up later, I will give you Avada Kedavra.

Stay in awe, wizard.

For forces you don't know. "

Duwei Jones didn't even open his eyes, and muttered, Aberforth heard him talking, sneered and said: "I didn't expect that you really have some humor in you.

Rufus, you haven't shown that before.

Funny middle-aged man. "

The sound of the heavy weight stepping on the rotten board, "creaking", he moved away from Duwei Jones.

Duwei Jones turned over at this moment, torn muscles, scarred wounds, and all kinds of old injuries and old pains hit both of them together. Duwei Jones didn't show any expression. He could still feel the pain. within the acceptable range.

In his words, pain is just proof of being alive.

In the distance, a tall figure was wearing a blanket and warming himself in front of the fireplace. It was this person who had been slapping his face just now. After he spoke, he returned to the fireplace, holding a cup in his hand.

"Didn't you say my magic is the same as Grindelwald's? What if I say I'm Grindelwald? Some chocolate, Aberforth, that's better for you than whiskey in your hand."

Duvi Jones stumbled over, ignoring the pain but unable to control his body, and almost fell headlong into the fire, but Aberforth grabbed him to prevent him from falling headlong into the fire and burning himself .

"Thank you."

Duvi Jones sat beside him and took over a large piece of chocolate. Of course he knew who was saving people - he had prepared these things before he came, but he didn't expect the crazy Voldemort to be so powerful. He was curious Yes, this is where it is.

He stuffed a piece of chocolate in, and someone outside opened the door, letting the wind blow in.

Duvi Jones shuddered.

"Your conversation is not funny at all. You are not Grindelwald. What happened in the tower? Where is Grindelwald? How is he?"

"died."

Duvi Jones narrowed his eyes, stared at the fire and said, he heard the voice, the foreign Ministry of Magic Auror who brought them here: "Isn't this obvious, everyone wants Grindelwald to die, Grindelwald He died, and you didn’t believe me when I said I was Grindelwald, so where else could he go?

He can only die. "

"This statement is not funny, wizard. We all know that Grindelwald is an excellent pretender. He did pretend to be various appearances, which caused an uproar in the Magic Congress, but over the years, he has been able to do so countless times. chance to get out.

The reason why he didn't go out was because he didn't want to go out. We sometimes suspect that he no longer has the courage to raise his wand.

This is a very important factor, he does not want to live, so he will not become you, because there is no need.

So he died. "

In Auror's rare long words, he sighed and said: "We should go back, the situation of guarding here is over, everything today was done by your dark wizard.

None of your business.

But you were not saved by me, someone else should have saved you. "

After he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with his wand and said: "There are a lot of supplies under this floor, if you leave, you can take them away, and also, there is a magic spell protection here, so you don't have to worry about the dark wizard chasing you.

As for what will happen afterward, you can wish for yourselves, I have saved you, and I have done my best.

Next time I go to England, remember to treat me to tea. "

He picked up his hat, gestured, turned and left.

Duvi Jones stood up shaking again, came to the table, picked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It would be nice if it was hot."

He coughed twice, his bones hurting: "Take a rest for two days, at least Voldemort won't find this place easily, we can rest for a while."

After a while, Du Wei continued: "Seeing Voldemort, I doubt your brother even more now. If he is really that strong, why doesn't he want to do it himself?"

Aberforth twitched his buttocks, and the wooden stakes under him were making creaking sounds.

"You can go back and ask him," said Aberforth, "if you like."

"Yeah, I hope we can go back alive."

Dewey Jones, also in the blanket, wrapped himself up and bowed his head.

Not far from this safe stronghold, Voldemort returned again, following the traces of magic, and saw the large group of Aurors leave.

He thought about it, but in the end he didn't attack the group of people.

He lingered in the abandoned prison, trying to find out everything about Grindelwald, but unfortunately the place where the fire broke out was Grindelwald's study, which led to one thing.

No piece of paper left.

Grindelwald destroyed his "browsing history" before his death.

(End of this chapter)