This is close to venting.

Seeing the goat disappearing in front of his eyes, Voldemort turned into a tearing, black wind, swept towards that direction, and then revealed himself in mid-air.

【Avada Kedavra】!

Dowey Jones hugged Aberforth and [Apparated] left the place. The poor goat was hit by Avada Kedavra and was dragged out without even a whine.

A trace was left in the snow and fell under the cliff.

Dowey Jones and Aberforth fell behind a rock covered with heavy snow.

"Let me show you something new, Aberforth. If I were you, I would never fall asleep at this time.

Do you get me?

Don't force me to slap you on the face, I don't like those Muggle methods."

Dowey Jones gasped.

He felt the ice and snow seeping into his bone marrow. The light blue flame slowly extended from the tip of his wand. Aberforth looked at the flame and wanted to think of something, but he felt a sharp pain in his head.

.

He frantically took out the white essence and slapped it on his face. Then he took out the remaining white essence and slapped it on "Scrimgeour"'s body to prevent him from bleeding to death.

He exerted himself very hard to show that he was healthy.

"The color of this damn fire."

He said, not knowing what he was thinking, he just leaned his head on the cold stone.

Dowey Jones gritted his teeth: "Very good, very healthy."

He waited at first, but the flames kept shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, and compressed to the extreme in front of him.

"how's it going?"

While Dowey Jones was waiting for Voldemort to come over, Aberforth whispered. Dowey Jones turned his head and looked at Aberforth.

"How is he?"

Aberforth continued that before Dowey Jones could speak, Voldemort found their traces.

"Hand it over! Hand it over!"

Voldemort cast a spell on the stone, and the stone flew away. Dowey Jones protected Aberforth on one side, while blue flames exploded on the other side.

A light blue phoenix pounced hard on Voldemort.

Grindelwald's gift!
Chapter completed!