Chapter 499
He wants to change everything!
Change the secrecy laws!
Gale had such an awareness at such an age.
This is a very ambitious man.
As far as ambition goes, John needs to admit that Gail is powerful.
After all, John had never considered the secrecy law.
It's not that he's cowardly, it's that the wizard can't do it.
Hide or destroy.
This is a destined thing.
So John made a conclusion about Gale's ambitious words.
It's a dream.
The dreamy Babylon can give people unlimited reverie, but it only exists in other people's fantasies.
"Do you know about hunters?" John didn't answer him, but asked a question.
"Hunter?" Gale was stunned.
At this time, Al, who had had a quarrel with Aberforth, came to the barn.
Here, Gale painted many beautiful scenes for him.
Those words bring two young hearts together.
Like poison, it amplified the desires in Al's heart bit by bit.
Change the world so that wizards no longer hide in the darkness.
Ariana no longer has to be trapped at home and can soar with her own wings.
This ideal makes people obsessed and crazy.
He believed that two wizards with extraordinary talents could do this.
And Aberforth couldn't imagine this at all. His simple mind could only accommodate a simple life and goats.
Gail wanted John to come along, and Al knew that.
Although they didn't get along for long, Al could feel that John had the same outstanding talent and wisdom as himself and others.
I don't know why he became blind, but the majestic magic power in his body always tells the strength of this person of his age.
Gale is a golden eagle that soars in the sky and is wild and wild, and a flower that is charming but poisonous.
John is a fire dragon dormant in the abyss with his eyes closed to rest, and a snow-capped mountain that makes people want to release its power.
Al wanted to know what it would be like for such a person to be with him and others.
Al was also thinking about the implications when John brought up the hunter.
"When a hunter is walking in the forest and sees the shaking trees, his first reaction is to pull the trigger of his shotgun."
John's godless eyes have the power to penetrate people's hearts.
"Muggle, that's the hunter."
"And we..."
"It's prey."
A layer of bloody skin was torn off, revealing the bright red and delicate body underneath.
John's words about prey made the two extremely talented young wizards tremble.
"Muggles are weak." Gale immediately retorted, "They are just a group of ordinary people who can't even use magic."
"Yes, but they have wisdom and a huge population base." John interrupted, "If it was a thousand years ago, maybe it could be done."
"But how many wizards are there now?" John said, "One thousand? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand?"
"How many Muggles are there?"
"Billions!"
The huge population base lays the foundation for human beings to dominate the world.
John pulled out his wand, and a mist spread out.
The mist surrounded them, and there were roars, explosions, and fighting sounds inside.
A fighter jet that seemed ancient to John flew through the sky, and the bullets poured down easily took away dozens of lives.
A tank that wraps people into a steel turtle shell is a steel beast walking in the world.
It only takes one cannonball to destroy a house.
A small bullet can travel faster than a magic spell.
Wizards, like Muggles, will die if their brains are broken.
Whether it's a death curse or a bullet, the effect is the same.
It is equally fatal and has the same effect when it penetrates both the left eye and the right eye.
Yes, wizards are powerful. This is a natural advantage in life.
But the destruction that ordinary people can cause is countless times that of wizards.
Scene after scene, the two wizards lost their language.
"One wizard kills one Muggle, or two Muggles? A hundred Muggles can kill one wizard and that's enough."
John shook his head and said: "Hogwarts was first established to protect young wizards from being persecuted by Muggles, Al."
He looked at young Al and said calmly: "We are prey from the beginning to the end, but there are many hunters with guns."
"What the wizard can do is to make the noise he makes as small as possible, so as not to cause the hunter's gun to be pointed at him."
The truth is so cruel.
Wizards cannot replace Muggles, and no one can do it in this world with a booming population.
Young people with passionate hearts, their ideas seemed childish and ridiculous in John's language.
Gale was silent and unable to accept it.
Al's mouth seemed to be glued, and it was unspeakably bitter.
They spent many nights here talking about their anger about the future and about the wizard's situation.
They want change.
But now they are told that nothing can be changed.
Destroying an ideal is far more cruel than killing a person.
John is a devil, holding a butcher knife to slaughter their ideals and destroy their organizational dreams.
"You know this, so you don't want to change?" Gale's eyes gradually became sharper, no longer as cynical as before.
"Change?" John laughed hoarsely, "We are different, Gale."
John waved his wand, and the mist disappeared along with the sights.
He chuckled and said, "Strength is what determines everything."
"Power comes first. I have never minded the conflict between wizards and Muggles. In my opinion, they are both human beings."
"Only the strong have the qualifications to gain a foothold!"
"Victory is with me."
John's ideas impacted the two young wizards.
This is a Slytherin through and through, and he has a different charm from Gale.
It was a kind of charm that was so powerful that people couldn't help but get closer.
Strength is supreme, and the winner is king.
So John has never been defeated. He is a king, a strong man, a figure destined to stand above all living beings.
Gale said to himself: "Strength comes first."
Yes, with enough power, you can move the world.
Only with enough victory can the Muggles surrender.
A person's strength is destined to be weak, and he needs his own believers.
At that moment, Gale’s eyes were fiery.
He is like an idealist who knows he will die. Even if he knows that the hunter's gun will be fatal, he still wants to try whether he is a lion or a rabbit.
Since the wizard's power is not enough, let's use more powerful power.
The power of the Deathly Hallows.
Al thought of his sister and his stubborn brother.
And his own father and mother.
The responsibility on his shoulders made him breathless.
He would rather believe in the dream scene that had been depicted on countless nights than be trapped here.
He is Gryffindor.
Gryffindor's nature hides adventure.
He doesn't want to be tied down, he wants an unforgettable adventure and is willing to die.
At this moment, the two hearts were pulled together.
There was a high mountain before them, a high mountain that John had built.
It makes them breathless, but it can bring the two people closer to each other.
"Come with us, Joel!"
Gale strengthened his belief and extended an invitation to John again.
“Let’s try to be that winner.”
Fate was a storm, whispering to them to give up resistance.
Warriors face the storm and cry out in the dark world.
It's a carnival, it's madness, it's a struggle.
Those who die for their ideals should not be laughed at.
Al stood beside Gelsson and stood firm with him.
"Let's go together." Al said.
They invited John, invited to be a shouter.
Let wizards hear them and hunters fear the sounds in the trees.
Unfortunately, they were wrong.
John was never the one to face the storm.
he……
It's the storm.
"We are not destined to be together."
John shook his head. After nearly a hundred years, why do you want me to go crazy with you?
He looked at Al and asked: "Are you going to escape, Al?"
"Huh?" Al was puzzled.
John's calm words had a terrifying destructive power.
"Your sister, your family."
