HP: Slytherin disguise

Grindelwald looked down at Decorah, with a faint smile on his lips.

Seems to be planning something.

"Get up, let's continue...but next, you have to pay attention~"

"If you don't pay attention, you will die."

"Hmmmm~"

"Please, show me your full strength!"

He slowly stepped back, one step, two steps, three steps...

Finally stood not far away.

Raising his hand, Grindelwald signaled him to get up quickly with a smile on his face.

He raised his head slightly.

Decorah quickly got up from the ground, holding up the wand, his eyes slightly irritated.

"Opportunity...opportunity..."

After murmuring a few words, Decorah's eyes became firmer.

He took two steps back, swiped his wand forward, and a long wall of flames dozens of meters long appeared.

The flames shot upward, about three meters high.

Immediately afterwards, the flames began to advance forward, and red flames ignited everywhere they passed.

Then move forward.

The front has turned into a sea of ​​​​fire, and the scalding heat has twisted the sky above into lines.

Grindelwald's shirt was blown up.

He looked at the rapidly approaching, overwhelming flames, his eyes dazed for a moment.

But soon, he waved his wand forward.

The blue magic flame appeared, accompanied by a cold aura, gradually grew stronger, and then collided with the red sea of ​​fire.

Then an intense heat wave broke out.

The two of them fought against each other, facing a wall of fire that impacted and advanced against each other.

The whole island was illuminated by the light of the flames.

Bright as day.

And the dark clouds in the sky differentiated into two worlds and boundaries.

The Alliance party members in the castle couldn't help but be curious.

They all carried the scalding heat and walked out of the castle, then stood in front of the gate and watched.

Looking at the two red and blue seas of fire that collided with each other.

It was as if the whole world was left with only these two colors.

With his eyes widened, Thompson's body shook unconsciously.

He leaned close to Cook and said in a trembling voice: "What kind of attack is this?"

"Why haven't I seen it?"

White also squeezed past, trying to get the answer as well.

Shaking his head, Cook frowned and analyzed: "It's similar to a fire spell."

"All wizards know the fire spell."

"But there are also a small group of powerful wizards who can amplify the fire spell to its limit and turn it into an attack method."

"There are only a few such wizards."

"I have never seen one that can really be used like this. In the history of magic in the past, sir, he once used it and almost destroyed Paris."

"In the end, it was blocked by those white wizards who used all kinds of curses."

"Today is the first time I have witnessed it with my own eyes."

"This is many times more terrifying and mysterious than the advanced fire spell!"

As he spoke, Cook's eyes were filled with yearning.

The eyes of the Alliance core party members who were following them changed, full of awe and fear.

As for those ordinary Alliance party members.

They don’t understand anything, they only know that this is very powerful, so powerful that it has never been seen before!

All, what they see in their eyes is fanaticism.

There was crazy enthusiasm and admiration on his face.

If Grindelwald asked them to attack the Ministry of Magic now, they would probably attack without hesitation, and even if they die, they will die with a smile.

Already, Alliance party members started cheering.

Like fanatical, mindless followers, shouting and shouting randomly.

As for the core party members at the front, they were extremely quiet.

Just looking at it with shock and panic.

"Then...how dare he compare with Mr...."

White raised his hand and pointed at Decorah, who was standing far away from Grindelwald.

"That's not right! He can do it too!"

"And it's so scary!"

The next second, he exclaimed in surprise.

I feel like my head is confused.

Everyone was almost stupid.

Although Cook also found it unbelievable, he was much better than him and quickly accepted this fact.

"The entire magical world speaks highly of him!"

"One who can do this."

"Nature itself has strong strength and trump cards."

He explained to everyone, looked at the situation and continued to analyze: "But for Mr., he is still a little behind."

"It won't be long before he is defeated."

Nodding, Thompson's eyes widened.

"No wonder sir thinks so highly of him..."

He said something silently, and everyone nodded in recognition.

But then, they felt that these words should be withdrawn because of the ensuing battle.

Let them understand.

What is it that the more valued you are, the worse you will be beaten...

Decorah had practiced in the book world for many days before, so he knew how to use flames to maximize attack.

That is transformation, transformation!

He jerked his wand.

A huge fire python rushed out of the red sea of ​​fire, about as thick as a small truck, with its bloody mouth open, and then the second, third...

Dozens of pythons appeared.

He occupied half of the island, and then rushed into the blue flames without hesitation.

Rush towards Grindelwald.

After doing this, Decorah felt dizzy and a little weak.

Behind the blue flames, Grindelwald did not panic at all.

He raised his wand, and a huge blue firebird came out, entangled with the python, biting each other.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen Firebirds came out.

These creatures turned into flames are biting each other.

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with approval.

He was indeed right...

The two looked at each other in the distance.

Grindelwald smiled at Decorah and quietly disappeared.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Quickly releasing the spell to the left, Decorah realized that he had noticed in advance where Grindelwald would appear.

But it's unbelievable.

Grindelwald waved his wand and directly resolved the killing curse.

The two of them instantly started phantom migration.

Those who looked at it were dazzled.

I don’t know when they will appear and fight together instantly.

After the Nth time, the life-killing curse cast was dispelled.

Decorah became irritated.

He didn't even take the most basic aim, and just cast the spell based on feeling.

"Be serious, Avada Kedavra!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

A green light shot towards him, and Decorah turned his head instantly.

The killing curse rubbed his cheek.

Fortunately, he is not afraid of the Death Curse.

And Decorah had no fear at all, so he became more and more irritated by being suppressed and beaten.

In the end, it turned into a rage.

Because Grindelwald seemed to be playing tricks on him, always knocking him away and then letting him get up.

This seems interesting.

With a blue light, Decorah was thrown away again. This time, he got up from the ground with great difficulty.

The cheek was covered in scrapes and blood.

Even his body was covered with scratches of various shades, and the severe ones were still bleeding.