Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 642: [] The Elder and the Dark Lord Break Their Contract!

Chapter 642: [642] The Elder and the Dark Lord Break Their Contract!

Vinda stumbled and collapsed onto the ground.

She looked up at Grindelwald, who was locked in fierce combat with Lance Lee, and her eyes filled with love. She could no longer stay by her master’s side. A half-century of affection had vanished in an instant. A love with no future—but one she didn’t regret.

Even now, she didn’t regret it.

Because for them, simply being by their master’s side was enough. She had felt that way. Charlotte felt that way. Even Bellatrix felt the same. This was their fate: to love the most dazzling person in the world, a love that could never be reciprocated. A bleak ending, perhaps, but a glorious one.

Vinda looked up at the sky. Night had fallen; the battle had raged for an entire day. The stars remained dazzling, just as Grindelwald held a place in her heart—like the stars, the sun, the moon.

She slowly closed her eyes.

The Black Rose of France had withered. And with her, an era had ended. The era of the Saints, the era of the Order of the Phoenix, the era of the Death Eaters—all had ended on the same day.

Lance Lee swung his sword, leaving bloody gashes on the chests of both Grindelwald and Dumbledore. The two retreated quickly, their faces filled with sorrow as they looked at the fallen Order of the Phoenix and the Saints.

Just then, Charlotte arrived with her squad. She immediately saw Vinda’s lifeless form, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"Teacher!"

Although neither had ever said it aloud, in Charlotte’s heart, Vinda was already her teacher. She turned her gaze to Lance Lee, eyes filled with killing intent.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Your Excellency Grindelwald—we’re here to help you!"

As she spoke, Charlotte issued the battle order. Sunny waved her hand, and an array plate flew into the air, enveloping everyone within it. Divine power emanated from Xiao Hei, transmitting to the others.

A new round of battle had begun.

With Charlotte and the others joining, Dumbledore and Grindelwald could finally catch their breath—but their relief was short-lived. Charlotte’s team was too inexperienced against Lance Lee; they could provide some support, but not much.

Red mist began to spread around Lance Lee again. Having seen this move before, Grindelwald and Dumbledore immediately ordered everyone to retreat—but this time, Lance Lee’s target wasn’t them.

As the remaining Qin soldiers were enveloped in the blood mist, a flicker of reluctance and apology flashed in Lance Lee’s blood-red eyes. He quickly suppressed it. All the Qin soldiers bravely faced their deaths, laying down their weapons and bowing to Lance Lee from afar before turning into blood mist and being absorbed by him.

Lance Lee’s aura surged once more. He charged toward the group, his twin swords seeming to come alive as they slashed toward them. Grindelwald and Dumbledore were the first to block the attack, but the moment they made contact, the two were blasted away. Charlotte and Sunny quickly stepped in to take their place, but facing Lance Lee was like being moths to a flame—they were instantly blasted away as well.

Lance Lee slaughtered his way through the crowd. If it weren’t for Sunny’s formation, this team would have already suffered losses. Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood up and exchanged a glance. The two suddenly laughed.

Grindelwald said, "It seems we still have to go this far!"

Dumbledore replied, "Yes—that’s why I said Erwin is the most calculating. He’s already thought of everything for us."

Grindelwald waved his hand. "That kid won’t have the chance to scheme against us anymore!"

Dumbledore looked at Charlotte and the others. "Charlotte, take them and leave! Leave the rest to us; you can’t help us anymore!"

Charlotte was stunned.

"Don’t hesitate—go now!" Grindelwald commanded.

Charlotte glanced at Lance Lee, then gritted her teeth. "Professor, Your Majesty—take care!"

The other students seemed to know what was about to happen. Their eyes were red-rimmed as they bowed. "Professor, Your Majesty—take care!"

Grindelwald and Dumbledore watched this scene with smiles, offering no help. Lance Lee stood still, seemingly waiting for the final battle. Charlotte and the others turned and left, despite their reluctance. They had to.

Grindelwald said, "See? What fine students! Much better than Erwin!"

Dumbledore smiled. "You just say that, but you still like Erwin the most, don’t you?"

Grindelwald shrugged. Then, turning to Lance Lee, he said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. Now, it’s time for our battle."

Lance Lee’s blood-red eyes stared at the two. "I’m curious—what other trump cards do you have up your sleeve?"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald smiled. "You’ll find out."

Then, Grindelwald pulled a doll from his robes. It was the one Erwin had given him in Nurmengard—the medium they had used to make their deal with the gods. Grindelwald tore the doll to shreds.

The next moment, streams of energy dissipated from the doll. In the sky, the phantom of an island appeared. A majestic voice resounded: Those who break their promises will be punished!

Then, the island began to shake violently.

Grindelwald sneered. "This isn’t about us breaking our promise—someone will deal with you! Return our talents!"

As Grindelwald’s words fell, above the island, the phantom of a scythe appeared. Then, another phantom of a staff appeared. Both hurtled toward the island, followed by a deafening roar.

Two orbs of light shot out from the island, landing on Grindelwald and Dumbledore respectively. Under the attack of the two powers, the phantom of the island vanished instantly. Only a voice remained: Damn it—you’ve broken the covenant between the gods!

But the only response was a cold: Get out!

On the sea, Emperor Zheng Qin and Erwin observed the events unfolding.

Emperor Zheng Qin said, "I didn’t expect you to actually split off your powers."

Erwin ignored Emperor Zheng Qin. He had simply made some preparations beforehand, and he knew what the appearance of his authority meant: Dumbledore and Grindelwald were about to meet their end.

On the battlefield, the auras surrounding Grindelwald and Dumbledore grew increasingly turbulent. Two streams of divine power began to slowly manifest from their bodies. Grindelwald clenched his fist.

"This is divine power—indeed quite strong."

Dumbledore nodded, looking at Lance Lee. "Then, the real battle begins."