Chapter 326

Old Harry Rocks white cliffs.

The neatly sectioned white cliffs stood in the sea.

What makes up this fragile land is chalk formed by the skeletons and corpses of plankton 66 million years ago.

Murphy looked down at this magnificent sight from the air, and then threw a Muggle-Repelling Charm downward.

In the magic vision, ripples spread everywhere, and in a place on the coast where no one was in the optical field of vision, two huge magic masses were as obvious as bonfires in the night.

The Illusion Body Spell can distort light and erase people or objects from the background, but the magic fluctuation of the spell itself will not disappear.

"It really is a surprise." Murphy smiled.

Sending a few Lightning Crows to monitor Nurmengard was actually a casual move by Murphy before. If the Wizarding Confederation continued to be relentless, he planned to try to release Grindelwald to cause them some trouble.

But now the Wizarding Confederation had no threat to Murphy, but because of this small move, he discovered the cooperation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

At that time, the Lightning Crows were too far away, and he didn't know what the two had said, but seeing the magic colors of the two here and now, he had a count in his heart about their purpose.

But, what about the Holy Mother?

Under the tower, they clearly saw a guy who looked like an ascetic priest, which was obviously the Holy Mother's person, but he didn't appear here.

In other words, that Holy Mother didn't intend to do it herself?

This was a pity, as he couldn't catch them all in one net.

He connected to Lady Yaga through the mind network. "My Lady, please inform the Empress that the time has come, and I need to borrow that thing."

After getting the reply, he immediately turned into a bolt of lightning and landed on the ground, revealing his figure.

He walked a few steps on the grass and released an essence manifestation spell, and sure enough, there was no reaction.

Just at this moment, two figures appeared beside him by Apparition, and then one of them pointed his wand at the ground. "Anchor of Space!"

This anti-Apparition spell immediately blocked the surrounding space, turning this place into an area like Hogwarts, Nurmengard, and other places where spatial movement was impossible.

Dumbledore's Anchor of Space was extremely powerful, and Murphy could feel that even the "Lightning Crow Teleportation" he had just mastered was prohibited.

But he didn't feel any panic. Not to mention that he could turn into lightning and leave, he could also quickly disengage from the battle just by flying. It was difficult to surround and kill him just by spatial blockade.

"Professor," Murphy turned around. "Long time no see."

"Murphy." Dumbledore looked at him with a complex expression. "Long time no see."

Murphy looked at Gellert Grindelwald on the other side. "Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, it's a pleasure to meet you. I actually once thought about releasing you. For one thing, I could cause some trouble for the Wizarding Confederation, and for another, I thought you might be able to understand my approach."

"Oh?" Grindelwald looked at him and asked curiously, "Then why didn't you do that?"

"For one thing, my messenger observed the magic that imprisoned you and found that it was a ritual spell. To release it without killing you, one would either need magic power far exceeding the caster, or a specific secret key. I felt it might be very difficult for me to release you unscathed."

"For another, I actually had some doubts about your position."

"Facts have proven that such doubts were not groundless," Murphy said, glancing at the two. "After all, so-called positions and standards are left for people who don't care."

"If you ask me, this kid's eloquence is good," Grindelwald said. "No wonder you couldn't play him, Albus."

"Murphy, stop," Dumbledore said.

More than a year had passed since their last meeting, but Dumbledore no longer had his former composure. At that time, he could still observe and evaluate Murphy with spare energy, but now, he had been forced to use simple violence to solve the problem.

He looked very tired.

"Haven't we already discussed this problem, Professor?" Murphy was still smiling. "You didn't convince me."

"Breaking the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is very dangerous, Murphy. I am not fear-mongering, and this danger is not just related to Muggles," Dumbledore said. "You are about to break an established balance, and our world may face destruction because of this."

"If you really want to convince me, you'd better produce solid evidence, instead of continuing with ambiguous empty talk," Murphy said. "Honestly, I hate riddle-mongers. You'd better explain clearly, what exactly is that so-called danger?"

"..."

"Tell him, Albus," Grindelwald said. "This responsibility doesn't need to be borne by you alone."

Dumbledore hesitated, but finally sighed. "No, I can't take that risk."

Grindelwald frowned, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Then, it seems there is only that method."

Seeing the killing intent erupting in Grindelwald's eyes, Murphy smiled. "Don't be in a hurry. I know you are prepared to kill me, but don't be in a hurry."

"You know?" Grindelwald was stunned.

"This matter is not hard to guess. If it were Professor Dumbledore himself, it would be very difficult to reach this step. He is not a person who easily adopts extreme means. But Mr. Grindelwald, with you here, I believe the Professor can also understand what is 'for the greater good'."

"Since that's the case, you don't run?" Grindelwald asked.

"Why run?" Murphy was still smiling. "It's not easy for the two of you to find me, and it's not easy for me to find Professor Dumbledore. Since you're here, let's settle this matter today."

Just as he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly looked up, only to see a figure riding on a giant eagle appear abruptly in mid-air after the dazzling flash of lightning teleportation.

Immediately after, a curtain of light like a water screen suddenly unfolded from the figure's raised hands toward the horizon, and then formed a hemisphere like an almost transparent lid.

The next moment, the light extended to the sea, and with a "boom," a piece of chalk rock was cut off and fell into the sea.

"What is this..." Grindelwald was stunned.

"Wall of Saint Peter!" Dumbledore looked at the huge barrier connecting the sky and the sea in astonishment, full of disbelief. "They say you have a close relationship with Soviet wizards, but... you actually managed to borrow this treasure of theirs?"

"Who told me to be the Protector Shaman of Arkaim," Murphy said.

"However, even with the Empress's guarantee, I can only borrow this thing for an hour. Time is tight, let's start quickly."

He said, raising his head and saying to the air, "Grand Shaman Maxim, please block the magic in this area!"

Just as he finished speaking, the figure riding on the giant eagle descended from the sky, murmuring a long spell, and then the war drums sounded.

The feeling of being disconnected from magic power that Murphy had encountered when fighting Alexei appeared again.

In this space, the power of spells was greatly weakened.

(End of chapter)