Chapter 97: 'Winner

Chapter 97: “Winner

The enormous shadow in the sky swayed like a ship caught in a storm, gradually shrinking until it transformed into mist and dissipated entirely.

As the blue rain fell from the sky, a drop landed on Harry Evans, causing the disguise created by her potion to gradually fade away.

Finally, the Dark Witch Morgana, or Morgan Le Fey, revealed her true form.

Matthew felt as though his eyes were deceiving him.

The woman standing atop the tower appeared simultaneously as a tall noblewoman and a shameless seductress, a young girl in her prime and an elderly man.

She embodied both a flawless fairys purity and a devils malevolence.

All these contradictory qualities seemed to coexist harmoniously within her, though it felt anything but natural.

Yet, the blue flames persisted.

Layer upon layer of fiery walls, each dozens of feet long, surrounded the black witch before her.

Morgana took a deep breath and released a sharp, inhuman howl of anger that pierced the air.

The entire castles windows trembled, shattering instantly.

Matthew fell to his knees in pain, desperately covering his ears as he felt his hearing on the verge of being lost.

Professor Grindelwalds expression remained unchanged, and the screams of the Dark Witch didnt seem to faze him.

He raised his Elder Wand high and gently waved it.

Something seemed to fly out of the broken window of Hogwarts Castle.

They were the statues from within the castle, now appearing alive and soaring through the sky.

A massive griffin statue transformed into a real griffin, spreading its wings and flying to Matthews side, then enfolding him in its embrace.

At that moment, Matthew felt Morganas sharp cry abruptly stop.

The world seemed to transform into complete tranquility.

Two winged wild boars, a hunchbacked old woman, and a warrior in armorall four statues came to life and charged toward Morgana.

The old woman and the warrior rode on the winged boars.

Nothing remained beside the diminishing spherical water prison and scattered rocks and debris.

Without a doubt, Gellert Grindelwald had emerged as the victor.

He had left his opponent with no chance, not even an opportunity to escape.

Perhaps the Dark Witch Morganas magical power was on par with his own, and in a state of complete victory, she might even have been slightly stronger than Grindelwald.

But in all other aspects, she was defeated.

Thus, this wizarding war, one long enough to be recorded in history, became an unequivocal slaughter.

Matthew peered into the distance, the elderly figure still standing atop the griffin statue, waving the Elder Wand.

He let out a sigh. Now, thats a truly powerful wizard.

He wondered if he would ever have a chance to catch up to that elderly and majestic figure.

If given the opportunity, how many years would he need to strive for it

Just as Matthew contemplated, he suddenly felt something amiss beneath his feet.

The ground was giving way, becoming unstable.

Matthew quickly looked down

He realized that after a quarter of an hour of devastation, the bricks atop the castle could no longer support their weight.

Moreover, not long ago, a twelve-year-old boy had stood on them, along with a colossal statue weighing several tons.

As Matthew lowered his gaze, the center of gravity shifted.

Several bricks and stones crumbled away.

His face paled, and he hurriedly reached for his wand at his waist

But it was too late.

Ah

With a scream, Matthew plummeted from the eighth floor of the castle along with the falling debris.New novel chapters are published on