Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 643: [] The Veteran’s Last Stand

Sensing the imposing aura radiating from Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Lance Lee’s eyes hardened with grim determination. The combined might of the two legendary wizards was indeed enough to threaten him.

Grindelwald struck first. A mere wave of his hand summoned streams of magical energy that twisted into eerie blue fire dragons, surging toward Lance Lee.

Lance Lee swung his twin blades, cleaving the fire dragons in two.

Just then, Dumbledore made his move. He cast a spell that conjured a brilliant fire phoenix charging toward Lance Lee. Caught between the two attacks, Lance Lee’s expression remained stoic. With a flick of his swords, he rent the fiery constructs apart.

In moments, the ground around Lance Lee was an inferno.

"If that’s all you have," Lance Lee said, his voice cold, "you’ve disappointed me greatly."

Grindelwald smirked. "This is only the beginning!"

He and Dumbledore attacked in unison, their magical power surging. Though they had only recently mastered this level of divine power, they wielded it with the fluidity of veterans.

As they moved, scattered sparks on the ground reignited, transforming into fiery buds that surrounded Lance Lee completely. He sensed a growing threat—without hesitation, he slashed at the buds.

But it was too late.

Every bud exploded simultaneously. Red and blue flames intertwined, creating a violent whirlwind that engulfed him.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald’s faces paled slightly from the strain.

"Did it work?" Dumbledore asked. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"It should have," Grindelwald replied uncertainly. "With our combined strength, the chances of him dodging are slim."

His words had barely left his lips when two blades of energy shot from within the flames.

Grindelwald’s expression shifted. "Dodge!"

Both Apparated away instantly. Their speed was impressive, but the energy blades were faster. They grazed both wizards, and even a mere scratch proved devastating.

Dumbledore’s left arm vanished in a flash of light.

The two reappeared, and Grindelwald quickly helped his old friend up. "Albus, are you alright?"

"I can hold on," Dumbledore gritted out.

They looked back as the flames subsided. Lance Lee emerged from the fire. His clothes were gone, leaving him shirtless. His trousers were charred into shorts, his body covered in burns. A red mist flickered around him.

"Excellent," Lance Lee said, a terrifying grin spreading across his face. "Truly excellent. You’re experts among those who have awakened power, no less skilled than the cultivators I’ve faced before. I’m genuinely surprised you possess such strength."

He brandished his swords, killing intent permeating the air. "However, it’s precisely your strength that piques my interest. My favorite sport is killing the strong."

He stomped his foot, transforming into a streak of red light that charged toward the two wizards.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald mobilized their power again, engaging Lance Lee in a desperate battle. The clash was catastrophic, the ground seeming to rip apart layer by layer.

"Albus, hold him off!" Grindelwald shouted. "He wasn’t unscathed. His strange energy is slowly dissipating!"

Grindelwald’s perception of magical energy was sharp; he could sense Lance Lee’s depleting reserves. Dumbledore nodded. Lance Lee’s energy was draining, but the divine power he and Grindelwald were expending was also being consumed at an alarming rate.

None of them stopped. They exchanged blows relentlessly. The shockwaves of their three-way battle threatened to destroy everything in the vicinity.

Even those on other battlefields couldn’t help but glance their way.

After the Kunlun Sect Leader and several Grand Elders jointly blocked the assault of the legendary general Basil Bai, one of them gasped, "The shockwaves are... excessive. That direction—it’s Dumbledore and the others, isn’t it?"

"Expected of the strongest in the West," another Elder muttered. "But weren’t the rumors true? That they hadn’t taken that step? This unfamiliar power... the rumors were false."

The Kunlun Sect Leader was about to speak when Basil Bai’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him flying. Another Elder rushed to intercept the relentless onslaught.

"Enough chatter!" Basil Bai roared, his voice like thunder. "This is war! A battle to the death!"

The Sect Leader and his master exchanged sheepish smiles before rejoining the fray. Basil Bai was arguably the strongest of the generals, and the Kunlun forces were under immense pressure. Between the five Supreme Elders, the current Elders, and the Sect Leader, eleven Kunlun masters wielding divine power fought to contain him. Yet Basil Bai remained composed, a testament to the strength Erwin had described as second only to the First Emperor.

Erwin had assigned the opponents carefully. Entrusting Basil Bai to Kunlun was a calculated decision; anyone else would have been slaughtered. The next strongest general, Julian Wang, was currently crushing the Cavendish family’s defenses.

Old Tom was nearing exhaustion, saved only by the extra resources Erwin had provided him before the battle. Without them, he would have perished alongside the other Tom. The Cavendish forces were holding Julian Wang’s army only through the synergy and teamwork Erwin had drilled into them over the years.

Meanwhile, the battle between Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Lance Lee reached a fever pitch. The three abandoned all defense, focusing solely on attack with a singular goal: to destroy the other.

Lance Lee no longer cared about supporting the First Emperor. The more he fought, the wider his smile grew. He hadn’t felt such an exhilarating battle in years.

After a final, cataclysmic clash, they separated.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood together, leaning against one another—not out of affection, but because neither could stand alone.

Lance Lee looked at them, a smile playing on his lips.

"You two are truly remarkable," he said. "It is a pity. My King, your humble general has done his best."