Bella watched Du Wei approach and did not make a move. Du Wei did the same. The two of them came closer, closer, closer, and then, [Avada Kedavra].

Bella was the first to take action. She turned her body slightly and cast a spell quickly.

Her hatred is shown through her spells.

The whole space echoed with her voice.

Avada Kedavra!

That shrill voice!

The same goes for Dowey Jones. He didn't know why, but his eyes filled with tears. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to cry.

Bella was the same, she did not hesitate to take action, she knew that this man was extremely harmful to her master, no matter why he appeared here - Bella was no longer willing to think about this, she only knew that as long as she

Killing Dewey Jones here will make her master's life much easier.

For the master.

For, Master!

Bella has never doubted the authenticity of what she said. She said it was for the master, just for the master. There are many things in this world that are more important than life, for example, her master.

She didn't even know whether she liked her master or simply admired her.

None of this matters anymore.

Only one person can come out of here alive today.

As for Dowey Jones, he wants to make Voldemort feel what pain is!

Even if the pain is quite humble.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit!

As long as it can give others a little bit of pain!

The apprentice prefixed [Fire Fire Protection], blue flames appeared, forming a shield, Bella's Unforgivable Curse flew out from his side, broke through the [Fire Fire Protection], and landed in the distance, exploding.

A piece of cliff was shattered.

Dewey Jones once again set off the dragon fire. He roared and spat, without any image. The muscles on his entire face were filled with madness and chaos. Uncontrollable muscles, a large amount of flames erupted through his wand.

When he goes out, he is like a volcano, wanting to burn everything in this world.

Blue flames soar into the sky, illuminating the darkness here. Dowey Jones's magic is as crazy and indifferent as his will.

In the blue flames, Dowey Jones thought of his conversation with Grindelwald in Nurmengard.

"No, no, no, I haven't learned to cast spells without a wand. I just use my gradually drying up magic power to do something to make my life better. If you don't want to commit suicide, then you have to survive. The magic world is here

They don't take it too seriously. They are only responsible for not letting anyone walk in. This was the earliest time, and they were still responsible at that time. They were afraid that my followers would come to rescue me, but in fact, I came here voluntarily.

Even if someone comes to save me, I will not leave. My followers, they are all the same, they always have to be awake, right?

I have lost a lot of things. I have advised others, oh, speaking of which, I also want to thank those people in the magical world. They did not take away my books. I read these books over and over again, but to no avail.

For a period of time, I was indeed in pain, but later, I reconciled. The things you asked me to do, etc., should not be what you asked me to do. You should have thought about everything clearly before coming here."

He crossed his hands and sat where he once sat - a place that once had infinite scenery, his study, the fireplace had not been lit for many years, and the entire stone castle revealed a surprising coldness.

The former Dark Lord sat on the tattered chair, but even so, he still didn't have any of the temperament of his youth.

hunger.

cold.

abjection.

The torture of climate.

The Dark Lord, whom everything is called, is no longer what he used to be. Even if he is Grindelwald, the Grindelwald of today is completely different from the Grindelwald who caused a bloody storm in Europe back then.

His eyes were still calm. Grindelwald's current state was difficult to understand.

"You have no hatred. I originally thought you would resent Dumbledore, or even resent the world."

Dowey Jones said, he hit Grindelwald a few more times, and cast some auxiliary spells by the way, and fabricated voices came out of them.

The good news is that Voldemort never heard Grindelwald's voice.

The bad news is that Dewey Jones may have to arrange everything here in a short time, so he needs [Legilimency] Grindelwald. He doesn't know whether Grindelwald's spirit has been strong after so many years.

"You don't have to do this," Grindelwald listened intently. After listening to the above words in this dilapidated seat, he said with a mysterious smile on his face: "So you are lying to the kid who is coming? And Deng

The name Bullido is really interesting..."

He said: "I can help you."

Duwey Jones looked at him and said: "Do you need me to help you? I can kill you and end your pain. Don't worry, my Avada Kedavra is very powerful. It can make you

Just die peacefully.

There will be no pain."

Grindelwald pinched his shoulder uncomfortably. The unknown curse hit his shoulder just now, making him very uncomfortable: "Are you really helping me?"

Dowey Jones said: "I can also take you out..."

"There is no need to leave," Grindelwald patted his clothes with his palms. A large amount of dust came out of his clothes. Grindelwald said, "You also misunderstood me. I didn't mean you."

The thing about killing me or taking me back is another thing, that is, really ask yourself, are you helping me?

Are you going to help me?

Or are you just pitying me?

What a pitiful person. It must be painful and uncomfortable for me to hide in this dark place for so many years, so killing him is a kind of relief?

Really? Young man?

It's true, my magic is indeed not as good as before. It even takes me a lot of time to light a fire, but I think my ability to see people is still there.

It should still be there.

So are you really pitying me? Why do I feel that you are not pitying me, but you are just pitying yourself?

By applying it to others, you are just pushing the emotions you feel onto me, that is to say.

You saw yourself in me, and you poured your will into me with your own will, so you think killing me is a help, because you think death is a help."

Grindelwald spread his hands, suddenly turned around and said, "So, can you burn my body clean? I know some black magic and can use other people's bodies. Do you understand what I mean?"

"

Dewey Jones nodded. For a moment, he didn't even want to use magic to hit Grindelwald to get the card he wanted.

"Thank you, young man."

Grindelwald said, he spread his arms, faced Dowey Jones and said: "Then come."

"There was no difference between living and dying at that time when I lost my ideals.

No matter alive or dead, if you can still help others, especially Dumbledore.
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