"He is in Malfoy Manor now, do we need to tell you where Malfoy Manor is?"

Kuro smiled at the Grindelwald who was completely different from the moment before.

Grindelwald just now was a dirty, weak, and thin like a skinny zombie.

But now Grindelwald is just a British-style old gentleman with straight back and full of energy, and a sudden change of appearance.

This is Yuko's magic.

Hearing Kulo's words, Grindelwald recovered from the surprise brought to him by the special style of the "wire" on his finger.

Then, he grinned and showed a grim smile.

"No, although I have been here for decades, I am not disappointed. I still know the Malfoy family, which has been passed down from the pure blood family for hundreds of years."

As he said that, he looked at Kuro and the others.

"Although you know that you helped me to kill Voldemort, and there are plans I don't know, I still want to thank you for giving me this opportunity."

There was a blazing fire in his eyes.

"He is dead, and Jesus can't keep him, I said!"

He turned into a ray of black smoke and rushed out of the cell...

...

Wiltshire, England.

Here, there is a dignified lord's mansion, surrounded by carefully designed gardens, with fountains and free-stroll white peacocks. The exquisite wrought iron gates allow visitors to feel like they pass through the smoke when passing through.

This manor, called Malfoy Manor, is Draco's home.

During the Second Magical War, it was used as the command base for Voldemort.

Although the Malfoy Manor is very large and has a gorgeous decoration, Voldemort doesn't have a better house. He just wanted to look at Malfoy's panicked face with a bad taste.

At this time, Voldemort was here, quietly staring at the gloomy sky. Today is the day when the Death Eater assassinated Dumbledore in the planned Death Eater.

Although I know that Dumbledore is not in good condition now, Voldemort is still unable to be 100% sure whether he can be assassinated.

After all, it was a guy who had been suppressing him for decades. If he had been at Hogwarts, he would not even have the idea of ​​attacking that school.

Yes, Dumbledore is such a terrible guy, and his wisdom is no less than that of Lu Yu. He is his lifelong enemy.

Soon, he noticed that a magic of changing shadows was flying towards this place in the distance, and he frowned.

They are back? But...why are there only one?

But soon, his doubts were answered, and the change of shadow fell in front of him.

Wearing an exquisite and straight tuxedo, with white hair neatly combed, holding a black cane, he was quietly looking at himself.

The room was dim, and only a little light outside shone through the window, vaguely seeing his old wrinkled face.

Voldemort felt the same kind of aura on him, which was the aura of black magic. The person in front of him must be a black wizard, he thought to himself.

Since he was not a white wizard, Voldemort had no hostility in his heart for the time being, and he frowned.

"Who are you?"

"Gellert Grindelwald." The old man looked at him indifferently.

Voldemort was stunned, "A generation of Dark Lord?"

The old man didn't say anything, but he didn't deny it either.

"Didn't you be locked up in Neumungadri and died alone?"

Voldemort asked in surprise, but then, he seemed to have figured out something and opened the corner of his mouth.

"I am worthy of being a generation of dark demon kings, so... are you here to surrender to me?"

As he said, his eyes were filled with sarcasm and disdain.

"Sorry, I don't accept losers and old things here, but unfortunately... you take both."

"Avada chews on sweet potatoes!"

With this stern sound, a green light rushed from Grindelwald's cane towards Voldemort.

Voldemort reacted quickly and subconsciously pulled out his wand to block the blow.

"Are you here to kill me?"

In the shadow, Grindelwald's eyes were filled with a biting chill.

"Although Dumbledore is old, he shouldn't die in the hands of idiots like you."

When Voldemort heard this, he was stunned.

"Dumbledore died?"

Grindelwald didn't reply, but just looked at him quietly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

The answer to the question just now is all in my opinion.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Voldemort couldn't help but smile at the sky, his smile full of pleasure.

"He finally died."

Then, his laughter came to an abrupt end, looking at Grindelwald with smugness and sarcasm.

"Even Dumbledore died at my hands. Do you think you, the old thing that was defeated by him decades ago, can defeat me?"

"Take your wand!"

While speaking, Voldemort suddenly broke out and a black light hit Grindelwald's cane, knocking his cane away.

Seeing that his magic was successful, Voldemort's smile became even heavier, and he mocked.

"This is the chemical reaction of the old thing and the loser. This kind of low-level magic can be hit. Your era has long passed, Grindelwald, now..."

He spread his hands and made a gesture of embracing everything.

"I am the Dark Lord!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, "You are very lucky. I originally disdained to use this low-level spell, but... I have something to ask you, and you'd better answer truthfully, otherwise, what awaits you is an unforgivable spell."

Grindelwald was not panicked at all on his face, and he quietly looked at Voldemort's arrogant and complacent appearance.

Suddenly, he smiled, with a sarcastic smile, but also a little sadness.

"Dumbledore probably didn't expect that he would die at the hands of a fool like you. Have you ever seen such a big wand?"

Then, he curled his smile and replaced it with a faint blue fire that illuminated the land.

After decades, the blue fire, which belonged to Grindelwald, which was the only one who was intimidating the entire magic world, once again appeared in this world.

The fire illuminated the dim room with great brilliance, and also illuminated Voldemort's look of shock and horror.

"Is this... a spell cast without a staff?"

As the words fell, in the direction of Grindelwald in front of him, a fire dragon formed by blue fire rushed towards him directly, and a burning sensation of pain and soul struck him.

Amid his wailing, Lanhuo quickly swallowed him, and his whole body began to burn like a staring at Xia Ya's eye of judgment, and instantly turned into ashes.

...

Over the Malfoy Manor, Kuro and Yuko floated quietly to see all this.

"No wonder Lord Shaya asked us to record this scene. This kind of drama of the Dark King avenging his old lover to beat another Dark King is indeed interesting."

Kuro said with an interesting smile.

"Mr. Shaya's evil taste is still the same as before." Yuko complained.

But after a pause, she raised the corner of her mouth, "But this time, our preferences are surprisingly consistent..."
Chapter completed!