Chapter 529 Two Sides

At the same time, Jon and the others had completely destroyed the golden cup.

In the other world, Witching Horizon was at the very edge of the defence line that Northern Europe was defending.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green beams of light shot out from Kingsley's wand, and he gasped for air, watching the Death Eater who had been tussling with him for so long fall helplessly to the ground.

The taboo regarding the killing curse had long since been thrown out of his mind, and this was already an unknown number of times he had cast the Unforgivable Curse since the beginning of this war.

There were corpses all around.

There were those of the Death Eaters and those of Witching Horizon.

Moody was lying behind him, his prosthetic eye and limb had been blown out by the Death Eater's magic, and incidentally, he had lost an arm, and now he didn't look like he was half intact, with only the same ragged breathing as Kingsley's to prove that he was still alive.

"Where's Tonks?"

"She went to find Remus."

After looking around to make sure that the area he was currently in was clear of enemies, Kingsley stumbled over to Moody's side dragging his heavy feet and pulled out the Dittany essence vial which only had half from his pocket that he had just had time to apply to him, and proceeded to spill it on his blood-soaked wounds.

"Don't waste it. I've had plenty of experience in saving this arm, and too much time has passed for it to be considered too late, even for the best healer."

Moody looked extraordinarily surly.

"Wasn't Tonks originally planning to propose to Remus in a couple of months?"

"She didn't tell anyone about it, she just asked me to help prepare some things, how did you know?" Kingsley didn't stop his hand movements.

"What could possibly be hidden from my magical eye? What a shame, Remus is such a big man, but he still needs to let a little girl take the initiative when it comes to his feelings!"

"He's always had an inferiority complex over his identity, you know."

Moody, whose wound at that broken arm had stopped bleeding, breathing gradually became steady lay between a bunch of corpses. Those corpses that were no longer distinguishable between Death Eaters and Witching Horizon members were like a high platform, arching him above them.

He looked at the sky which looked like it was completely covered in dark clouds, within which blue-white fire raged from it every now and then.

"Will that Mr Headmaster hold out?"

Kingsley didn't answer his question, he just sat down in the blood-soaked dirt and muttered.

"I do hope that Lily and Jon won't come back."

That answer actually gave the answer, but Moody cursed grumpily.

"You're questioning them! Do you think they're the kind of people who are greedy for life! You think I can't beat you up just because I'm missing an arm, don't you!"

Kingsley ignored Moody's scolding, he just quietly looked towards the sky that was separated by black and blue and muttered to himself in silence and exhaustion.

"This damned world!"

And above the clouds, the black mist had completely taken over the sky!

After half a month of recuperation, Voldemort had completely recovered to his peak state, so he didn't stop at all and immediately launched an attack on the last piece of the European continent that he hadn't yet ruled over!

His power had become unprecedentedly strong, and there was absolutely no need to take it in stride for so many years as he had done before against those in France.

In addition, Dumbledore could no longer be a hindrance to him, and the boy named Jon Green, although a threat, had not yet had enough time to grow up, so he was extremely calm and knew that he should not have the slightest thought of procrastination and that he had to end the remnants of Europe's Witching Horizon at once, and quickly.

The only thing that made him a little unexpected was that the person who came here to resist himself wasn't Jon, but the loser who should have dropped dead fifty years ago.

Grindelwald's strength wasn't weak, but he obviously hadn't improved much over the years.

What's more, his mind hadn't been on the study of magic since he walked out of that high tower of the castle, and he certainly didn't have enough strength to fight against Voldemort, who was now in his absolute peak state.

But from the start of the battle, his undisguised contempt for Voldemort had never dissipated.

Squashing down the burst of blue flames once more, Voldemort looked at Grindelwald in front of him with mockery on his face.

"I know exactly what you're despising me for. You think you have more ambitious aspirations, and I'm just a villain who's in it for purely selfish reasons, right?"

He didn't look angry about it, but rather full of playfulness.

"But to me, it's just a useless pride of the incompetent, not talking about whose goal is far-reaching, just looking at the end result, I'm a successful person, while you're about to be a failure for the second time."

It was as if he intended to provoke Grindelwald, but it didn't seem to have any effect, Grindelwald still had that same old look on his face as he resumed fending off Voldemort's attack.

Grindelwald exhaled lightly.

He didn't care if he could protect the Witching Horizon or not, he was inherently selfish, what he really cared about was the new ideal that had prompted him to come out of the High Tower.

He didn't want such ideals to be dashed by the kind of absolutely self-serving conquests that Voldemort had been making, so he stood at the cost of perhaps losing his life, just as he had once chosen to do when he had started a duel with Dumbledore when the blood pact had been voided.

Blue flames flared up from his side, renewing the confrontation with the black mist.

Grindelwald also made it clearer at this point in the battle that anyone with a bit more knowledge could guess, that he was not stepping up to defeat Voldemort, but rather to hold out the time until Jon returned from the other world!

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Harry froze at first when he heard Lily's words.

Then an unspeakable surprise appeared on his face, and then such surprise quickly faded and turned into uncertainty and hesitation.

Lily didn't rush him, just looked at him with encouragement and waited as she gazed at him until Harry opened his mouth to ask.

"Is it for me and Mum to depart from here completely?"

Lily said softly.

"That can be up to you. If you want to be with mum forever after that then of course you can stay there all the time, but that world is dangerous, much more so than here."

"I'm not afraid of danger." Harry explained carefully, as if he was afraid that Lily would misunderstand, "I do not want to leave my friends, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, although they have not been kind to me, I can't just leave without saying goodbye."

Lily was not a bit upset by this, instead, her face was full of motherly love.

"I'm going to take you there, because there's a matter that needs to be resolved in your case, Harry, and you need to listen carefully to what I'm going to say to you right now."

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