Chapter 272 "A Giant From Hell"

Grindelwald and Dumbledore's fight was bad enough for Sea, but something told him that the worst was about to come.

Voldemort obviously used the method he used to infiltrate Quirrell to get inside that wizard's body. Sean didn't know how he knew about tonight's situation and infiltrated the Guards. He didn't even get the notification from the Death Eaters.

In other words, Voldemort sneaked in again alone. He took a huge risk, and now it's paying off.

Sean clenched his teeth, firmly held the wand, and cast another spell without any hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!" A dazzling green light shot through.

Voldemort swiped the air forcefully with an unknown wand, and the green light was deflected.

Amidst the explosion, the face of the young wizard was twisted. His face was squeezed to one side, showing a look of extreme pain, and on the other side was Voldemort's face.

"It's not a bad Killing Curse for a second-grade student," Voldemort said, "Does that prove that you really want to kill me?"

"Go away, Voldemort." Sean waved his wand violently.

"Voldemort? Don't you used to call me Professor?" His eyes were completely protruding from their sockets. "These two really trust you enough to tell you everything?"

Voldemort didn't care about the flame in the sky. He laughed and walked towards Grindelwald.

"Wallup," He laughed, his face contorted, "You got the Killing Curse from me! No, you are much more evil than me!"

He walked outside the transparent barrier set by Dumbledore, and his voice became more and more frenzied, "However, let's taste the main course first."

Grindelwald, still on the ground, lazily raised his hand and waved, "Good evening, Tom. I haven't paid you your salary for last year?"

Voldemort was licking his lips excitedly, one hand clenched on his wand and averting Sean's Killing Curse away, the other reaching straight for the barrier.

The barrier blocked Voldemort's hand, but instead of withdrawing, he thrust his hand straight and forcefully into the barrier.

Forcibly penetrating through the barrier caused him great pain, and the distorted face became more and more hideous.

"Good evening, Grindelwald." Voldemort pressed his head against the barrier, not minding the burning of his face.

"What do you want, Voldemort? Your wand? Your soul? I can give you all." Sean spoke as calmly as possible.

"Shh, Sean," Voldemort's face was half twisted, "You're such a smart kid. I know you're trying to delay some time. Dumbledore is indeed powerful, and It's hard for me to beat that old man with the way I look now. So I decided to get what I need to do before he comes back."

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Voldemort smiled in pain and maniacally. His entire left hand had completely turned into a bone, and he had completely entered the barrier.

"What did you say before? Oh, yes, my salary."

"Stop!" Sean shouted at him.

Voldemort laughed and clenched his bones. Grindelwald in the barrier seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and his weak body was lifted into the air. The sound of bones twisting could be heard clearly, and Sean could see Grindelwald's body being squeezed.

"A bit slow but at the right pace. Let the pain last a little longer." Voldemort went completely mad.

Grindelwald said nothing. His face was turned around.

"I like this look." Voldemort stuck out his long forked tongue. He looked at Grindelwald, who was squeezed inside, and rolled his eyes in excitement.

A black smoke shot straight into the sky, a huge black magic mark appeared in the sky, and below it was a font made of green light.

The Death Eaters are coming, and the Dark Lord has returned.

"Idiot." Grindelwald's nostrils flowed with blood, and his bones creaked.

"Are you talking about yourself?" Voldemort smiled.

"I said, let him go." A cold voice sounded.

Voldemort's body turned slowly, the protruding, white-eyed eyes eerily returning to their original shape.

One of his eyes exploded into a blood foam.

In Paris, the civilians were wearing their pajamas or even naked. They screamed and rushed out of the fire. They gathered in the center of the city's square tremblingly.

A little girl in pajamas hugged a doll in her arms tightly. She was not injured, but with a little panic and confusion on her face, she was currently curled up in the arms of her parents.

"Dad! Mom!" Someone of the same age cried out.

"Come here! Be careful!" an adult called to the residents who escaped from the fire just now.

"God... No, this is the Lord's punishment! This is the Lord's will!" Some believers fell on their knees and kept praying.

More people were looking at the sky. The flames of the entire city were rising towards the center. Gradually, the flames on the ground had disappeared, and an entire sky was enveloped. A flame vortex is slowly taking shape.

"Father, mother, is the sun about to fall?" The little girl grasped her doll tightly.

"It's all going to be over, baby." The young couple put their arms around their child, and they hugged each other tightly, blocking the view of the little girl above.

The girl lowered her head ignorantly. She put the doll down and stood crookedly on the ground.

"Sorry, I hurt you, Michael." The girl apologized to her doll in a childish voice.

This is a birthday present from her parents, a beautiful doll with wings on the back, and she also gave her friend a name. Looking past the doll, she saw the east of the city illuminated by flames.

A terrifying giant, dripping with magma and taller than the Eiffel Tower, slowly stood up.

"Father, mother..." the little girl was trembling.

"What is that?!" The surrounding residents also saw a giant standing up to the east.

"That's a demon, a demon that came from hell!"

The crowd that finally calmed down completely exploded. The horrified cries and mournful cries echoed in the night sky.

Next to the small fountain, tree roots rose from the ground, and the branches were woven, from which wizards with robes kept coming out.

It was wizards in Auror uniforms of the French Ministry of Magic.

"Take care of the wounded first! Can you Apparate? Take this man."

"Fifth Squad, go to the Fifth District to see if there are any injured Muggles, and get them out!"

"Sixth Squad, go to the city center. Ask me if we need to disguise?! There is no time for that!"

"Seventh Squad, help the west of the city. You want to help the situation in the sky? Just leave it to Dumbledore!"

"Eight Squad, you..."

A member of the Auror came to him, "Director! Director!"

"What is it now?! I swear, if you told me that the Eiffel Tower was going to collapse, I would have stuffed your head into the toilet..." The wizard turned around and grabbed the team members by their collars.

It was a flame giant as tall as the Eiffel Tower. Even at such a distance, everyone present felt the instinctive fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Merlin's beard..." the Director muttered, "Paris...is finished..."

The Père Lachaise Cemetery completely turned into lava, and the towering giant stood up.

Lava dripped on Voldemort's side, his only remaining eye protruded ferociously, and a smile appeared on his twisted and terrifying face.

"Wallup. So this is your... talent..."

He shook off Grindelwald from his grasp, and the wand slipped to the ground. A huge wound appeared on Voldemort's abdomen, and the internal organs fell out.

"Come on... come on..." He frantically opened the abdominal wound wider.

The giant Sean's red eyes looked down at the people on the ground. He reached out his hand emotionlessly. His palm passed through the Dark Mark on the sky, and he firmly grasped Voldemort.

He saw something on Voldemort's stomach, but at this time, Sean had completely lost his mind, and there were endless negative emotions in his eyes. He raised his head to the sky and let out a terrifying roar that was not at all human-like.

There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and even the flame vortex above Paris was trembling. Sean slowly lowered his head and looked directly at Voldemort.

At this time, the excitement on Voldemort's face had begun to dissipate, and he even showed a confused look.

"Why... why doesn't it work..."

"This is not The Obscurus... There is something else hidden in you!"

Shaun squeezed Voldemort into a ball with force. He raised his hand and opened his mouth, ready to swallow Voldemort.

"Sean!" The voice below made Sean pause.

He lowered his head slowly and saw Grindelwald lying on the ground, bleeding. Sean showed a confused look for the first time. He shook his head and staggered back a step. The hill behind him was trampled into a big hole.

"If you eat that dirty thing, don't talk to me in the future." Grindelwald's voice was stern but with a reassuring emotion.

Sean shook his head. His red left eye was slowly fading away. He half-kneeled on the ground, covering his huge eyes.

Sean finally regained a little consciousness. He felt like he was floating in magma, but there was only warmth and no pain all over his body. There seemed to be a voice scolding himself from a distance.

The magma surrounding him suddenly boiled up. Negative emotions were eating away at his consciousness. Sean slowly lifted Voldemort again, about to send it to his mouth.

"Sean Wallup! I told you not to do it!" The voice was a little bit clearer.

Sean seemed to see something, an old man who was both a teacher and a friend was standing in front of him.

"Sean, now listen to me."

"If you don't know what to say, just shut your mouth." He scolded with a smile.

Sean opened his eyes, saw the surrounding magma, saw himself floating, and returned to his own consciousness.

"Am I going to be absorbed?" He was confused about himself.

"I can't get rid of it. It's a strange feeling, the two consciousnesses are my own, and I can control it. But destruction is what I want to do, and my consciousness can't get over it. Think something, think something!" Sean tried his best to think with the remaining consciousness that he had.