Hearing Gellert Grindelwald's words, Wentworth secretly exclaimed, "Wow, he is worthy of being the first generation Dark Lord." However, before Wentworth could speak, he heard Dumbledore's voice coming from outside the door:

"Gellert, I heard what you said! That's not what we said at the beginning!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Gellert Grindelwald sneered, then slowly walked out of his room, saying:

"What a joke, Albus. Is this the first day you've known me? And, I promised you that the students I teach will definitely help you defeat Voldemort. Don't worry, I won't break my promise. It's just that you have no right to control how I do it!"

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out between Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore, Wentworth very tactfully stayed in the room and did not go up to join in the fun.

Are you kidding? If the two of them start fighting together, a single missed spell could cost me my life!

At this moment, the conversation between the two people was heard again outside the door, and Dumbledore said loudly:

"I'm going to take him away now, he's my student!"

Gellert Grindelwald sneered and said:

"Dumbledore, this is my grandson. It is not your turn as an outsider to interfere in the affairs of our Grindelwald family!"

Just as Gellert Grindelwald finished speaking, there was a sound of a spell exploding outside the house. At the same time, Dumbledore said angrily:

"Outsider? Gellert, I have always been an outsider?"

Hearing this, Wentworth's heart moved, and he felt as if he had heard something extraordinary. In an instant, the gossip fire in Wentworth's heart burned like the fierce fire in the room.

Just as Wentworth was trying to sneak to the door and eavesdrop on the conversation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, there was a fierce battle outside the house, and at the same time, there was the sound of Dumbledore speaking:

"Gellert, your control over the spell is not as good as before!"

Gellert Grindelwald sneered:

"After so many years, I thought you would become so powerful, but now it seems that you are just so-so!"

As the two talked, the sounds of fighting outside the room became more intense, and even the fierce fire in the room rose instantly.

Seeing this, Wentworth secretly smacked his lips. Just as he was hesitating whether to go outside the room to take a look at the pinnacle showdown of the magic world, he was surprised to find that he could not get out! After the fierce fire suddenly rose up, the room, which was not big to begin with, was suddenly surrounded by the dark blue fierce fire, blocking the way to the door.

Moreover, perhaps it was really as Dumbledore said, because of his age, Gellert Grindelwald's control over the spell was not as good as before. The Fiendfyre that was originally used by Gellert Grindelwald for lighting was gradually expanding, and there was a tendency for it to burn the entire room to ashes.

Seeing this, Wentworth suddenly became anxious, but when he listened carefully, he found that there was no sound outside, as if the battlefield between the two had moved to another place.

At this moment, Wentworth became even more anxious. He could not help but shouting: "Principal! Grandfather! Wait a minute before you fight! There's a fire! Come and put it out first!"

"Grandfather, please stop your spell! This room you've lived in for decades is about to be burned down! Don't you feel heartbroken?!"

"Principal, I'm still here, Principal. You took the students out for summer camp, and when you go back, the students are gone. Aren't you afraid that it will affect the enrollment of Hogwarts?!"

At the same time, the blue fire in the room surged again, startling Wentworth who was standing at the door.

Then, Wentworth looked on in horror as the dark blue fire before him began to spread rapidly from the surroundings to the center.

Seeing this, Wentworth was so scared that he almost jumped up. Wentworth gritted his teeth, took a hair from his head, and then used levitation to control the hair and tried to fly over the flames.

However, as soon as the hair controlled by Wentworth reached above the flame, a faint blue spark suddenly emerged from the flame and turned the hair into ashes.

"Oh my god! What kind of magic is this?!"

Wentworth couldn't help but yelled loudly.

Dumbledore, who was outside the room, looked at the burning room and said to Grindelwald beside him: "Gellert, isn't this a bit too much? This is your first meeting, shouldn't you exchange feelings first?"

Gellert Grindelwald curled his lips and then said:

"If he can't even pass this level, then there's no need for him to even go back to Hogwarts. He should just find a place to live in seclusion in the Muggle world as soon as possible!"

Dumbledore shrugged and continued:

"But you don't have to test him right away with this move! You know, this move almost destroyed Paris in France back then!"

Gellert Grindelwald remained unmoved, and said:

"I have specially controlled the power, the effect is only one tenth of what it was back then. Don't worry, if he really can't resist, we have enough time to rescue him. At most he will be slightly injured!"

After hearing Gellert Grindelwald's explanation, Dumbledore sighed, shook his head and said, "What a cruel grandfather!"

Gellert Grindelwald curled his lips in disdain and said, "Albus, I have long been dissatisfied with the atmosphere in your Hogwarts! Remember one thing, don't spoil your children, that will harm them!"

Albus Dumbledore: "......???"

Although Dumbledore and Grindelwald were chatting idly outside the room, Wentworth in the room was so anxious that he was sweating as he looked at the approaching fire.

After confirming that Dumbledore and Grindelwald showed no signs of returning in the short term, Wentworth had to start saving himself.

However, even though Wentworth tried every possible method, he still failed to put out the fire in front of him.

Even though Wentworth knew that ordinary water was useless against these flames, he still used spring water as a desperate measure. As a result, the flames around him expanded even faster as the water flowed.

Finally, when the circle of blue flames completely engulfed the only wooden bed in the room and surrounded Wentworth, leaving less than ten square meters of space for people to stand in the room, Wentworth took a long breath, gritted his teeth, and decided to take a gamble! (End of this chapter)