There was a reason the Lord of Azkaban had conjured the ghostly skulls.
There was a reason the Lord of Azkaban had called out magical beasts from the Grimoire, knowing that he couldn't control them anyway.
There was a reason the Lord of Azkaban had taken a gibe at Dumbledore because one of the greatest wizards across many generations had failed to notice the nature of the dark magic.
As the Lord of Azkaban chuckled raspingly, not only Dumbledore and Grindelwald's, but even Madam Villanelle's eyes went wide for the dark magic that played out in the next mont was the specialty of the Witch of Endor!
Ten house elves' skulls, carrying green, ghostly fire in their sockets, appeared right over the heads of the freshly conjured magical beasts.
Kekeke!
The skulls cackled darkly, and before the beasts could run away, they attached themselves to the top of their heads.
In the case of Swooping Evils, the skulls shrunk and twisted, exactly gaining the shape of their wolf-like heads.
In the case of Zouwu, Graphorn, and the Dragon, the skulls enlarged, shrouding their heads thoroughly.
Then they burned.
The magical beasts roared, cried, and hurled themselves left and right as their flesh charred, becoming ash.
In a matter of monts, the house elves' skulls had disappeared, leaving behind ten skeletons, their eyes now brimming with dense, green, and sinister, ghostly fire.
Simultaneously, Madam Villanelle shut the book.
The Peruvian Vipertooth, still flying overhead, beca a mist and vanished.
The ten undead, magical creatures remained at their place, now completely under the control of the Lord of Azkaban.
The Swooping Evils fell on the Unspeakables.
Gellert Grindelwald conjured flas, trying to hold back the blind Basilisk and the venomous Swooping Evils as they unleashed hell upon the wizards.
The Hebridean Black roared out purple flas, closing the gap between it and the Headmaster in one jump.
Dumbledore waved his wand silently and massive chains sprung out of the ground. They coiled around the dragon's skeleton like serpents, restricting its movents.
Afraid to open the book again, Madam Villanelle contended against the undead Graphorn on the ground herself.
The undead Zouwu could be seen nowhere.
Ekrizdis descended upon Professor Dumbledore with his full wrath, firing bolts of magical energy.
The Supre Mugwump countered the spells, backing away, while simultaneously casting protection charms to ward off the purple pillars of fire spat out by the dragon.
All hell seed to have gone loose, engulfing the entire Nurngard Castle.
Booms and Bangs rang out in the craziest corners of the colossal structure.
Walls crumbled, the ground ca peeling off as if it was skin, and the houses burned to ash with each dragon's breath dodged and countered by Dumbledore.
On the ground, Madam Villanelle ran, shooting spell after spell at the massive undead Graphorn chasing her murderously.
The beast had lost its tough, magic-repelling skin, but it had retained the property anyway, ricocheting all spells that got fired at it.
Among all the wizards gathered here, she was the last one Madam Villanelle could afford to lose. The imprint of the rlin's Staff overhead was attached to her.
If sothing happened to her, then the Staff would lose its connection to the material world and would disappear, along with the Bounded Field.
Dumbledore knew it, too.
It was he who had contacted the Order through Madam Villanelle after so long, laying this trap for the Inferi.
He didn't like the Six because of their differences, but the Lord of Azkaban was their ss.
Moreover, one of his staff mbers had disappeared. As the Headmaster, he couldn't have just brushed it off, no matter if he had to walk over his feelings against the Order.
So, to keep the Inferi trapped, along with countering Lord Ekrizdis and blocking the Dragon's fiery breath, he kept deflecting so of the spells toward the undead Graphorn as well.
The Lord of Azkaban also noticed the ridiculous level of multitasking Professor Dumbledore was performing, standing up to his na.
"You..." Ekrizdis said, grinning, firing killing curses, "... can't possibly keep it up... for long, Dumbledore. Not even with... that Wand of yours. Haha!"
Albus Dumbledore's eyes let out a blinding brilliance at the ntion of the Wand. He was panting now.
He turned his head and looked at Grindelwald.
The tired, old man was almost contending against the mad Basilisk and Swooping Evils by himself.
Half a dozen petrified and poisoned Unspeakables surrounded him, their mories vanishing under the effect of undead wolf-headed creatures.
Dumbledore looked back at Ekrizdis and smiled.
"No." He nodded, directing the dragon's flas toward the Swooping Evils. "No, I can't keep it up. But unlike you, we have the advantage of numbers, Lord Ekrizdis.
"I had already inford the ministry before coming here. So do expect hundreds of Aurors to join us. One way or another, you will pay for all your cris today."
The Horcrux's eyes narrowed, a hideous scowl surfacing across his scabbed, worm-filled mouth.
"Advantage of numbers..." the Inferi repeated, sending a nacing chill through Dumbledore's body. "Yes. It would... seem so, yes. How about... we change the battlefield... and even out the odds? Ha...ha...ha-haha!"
Dumbledore's mind shook. With utmost urgency, he spun around and flew toward Madam Villanelle.
It was already too late.
A massive portal opened up just ahead of the reincarnated Witch of Endor as the ghost-eyed Graphorn chased her.
From the portal, the undead Zouwu leaped out.
Madam Villanelle had always been on guard against the magical beast.
She waved her wand, creating a magical wall between the huge, elephant-sized feline undead and her.
The Zouwu again disappeared before it could slam into the wall and reappeared on Madam Villanelle's left.
She again waved her wand, now keeping both undead on the other side of the magical walls.
However, she mistook the beast's intentions.
The beast hamred its paws on the magical protection, leaned over, and gulped down the rlin's Staff hovering above Madam Villanelle's head.
Then, under the stunned, and utterly terrified, gazes of Madam Villanelle, Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald, the undead Zouwu leaped, disappearing into a dinsional tunnel.
The Bounded Field was still active, though.
It couldn't prevent the magical beast from apparating and disapparating, but it had already marked everyone within its range, locking them in, including the newcors.
So, when the rlin's Staff disappeared — everyone, whom it had locked onto, also disappeared.
Cracks after cracks resounded as the Unspeakables, the undead magical beasts, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Madam Villanelle, and... Lord Ekrizdis disapparated, leaving the castle in utter ruins.
BOOOOM!!!
When they had gone, the single tower reaching toward the skies also collapsed, debris raining down the mountain on all sides, causing massive landslides.
After decades of acting as the most secured prison, Nurngard Castle couldn't survive even the first half of this world-ruining battle.
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