Chapter 688
"I am both unable and unwilling." Dumbledore shook his head and said with a complicated expression, "Stop it, Gellert."
"He will kill you."
Grindelwald's smile faded, he put his hands on the table and slowly pulled away.
"Will you cast a spell on my back?"
"I don't know." Dumbledore's answer was full of confusion.
The greatest wizard is now like a child who cannot guess the answer.
"I still say that you don't want to be my enemy." Grindelwald stood up with a smile, "There is something more unsolvable than the blood alliance, binding your heart."
Grindelwald left.
And true to his words, Dumbledore did not use the hex on his back.
Looking at the cup of coffee with three sugars added, Dumbledore saw his old face through the black coffee.
He reached out and touched his beard.
"What exactly are you going to do, Grindelwald?"
Why is he more worthy?
Reshape a world in a world that cannot be changed?
Baptism of Holy Fire.
Grindelwald, do you want to build on the ruins that you tore down?
But you can't do it.
We all know it.
That person is there.
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After being tested by Xenophilius Lovegood, the first crab eater, people began to pay attention to the Christmas spirit activity.
But this year there is no chance, both protoss were caught.
Two little golden men, Hector and Helmer, are chasing the brown bear.
In the huge Silverhand Manor, the Wick family regarded it as an adventure.
We are going back today, but Watson is still very reluctant to leave.
This place is much more fun than the hotel he opened.
The little brown bear was pinned down by two star spirits, and Helmer avenged the last time he was locked in love with Jin Jian for seven days.
If he hadn't been unable to speak, the little brown bear would have scolded the protoss for not practicing martial ethics.
"Little Bear."
Ariana called out to the little bear, who exploded into a small universe, sending the protoss flying out, with her hands on her hips.
It somersaulted into Ariana's arms.
John teaches Ariana the first spell.
"Put your hands on Practical Magic Picture Book, Ariana."
He was guiding him, and Ariana obeyed.
Place your hand on the open "Practical Magic Picture Book".
John continued; "Close your eyes and think about where you are going."
Ariana closed her eyes and thought about the Wick family.
"Next, all it takes is a little miracle, a little magic."
Under John's guidance, the magic within Ariana mobilized.
In her mind, a picture of the Wick family appeared.
The next second, multiple pages quickly flew out of the book.
"Mom, Dad, I think we have to say goodbye first."
John stood outside the page and said goodbye to his family inside.
"I forgot to take the flying teapot. You must bring it back to me next time." Watson was still thinking about the wild teapot he captured.
Mrs. Wick silenced her husband with a death glare. She looked at John and said, "Remember to eat on time, John."
After saying that, the pages suddenly closed.
The three were dragged away by a suction force.
Then the book disappeared.
John stood in the hall, looking at the deserted hall.
The fire in the fireplace went out, and a chill came over him.
John glanced at the teapot on the table.
There are only three days left in 1998.
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The Wick family.
The old agent who was monitoring the situation day and night looked decadent.
The stubble had grown a lot longer, making him look more haggard.
The young agent finally woke up after sleeping for a day and a night.
He stupidly said good morning to the old agent, not noticing that his face was swollen from being slapped.
"You suddenly fainted. Do you remember what happened?" The old agent asked the young agent what happened.
The young agent recalled carefully and said uncertainly: "It seemed like an impact. I just felt a force that made me let go of the handle."
"Is it an electric shock?" The old agent thought for a while and felt something was wrong.
They didn't know what anti-intrusion method Watson Wick used, but this power made the agents dare not act rashly.
"Watson Wick left secretly. He must have something shady to do. The organization is already investigating the major events that happened during this period."
The old agent looked ugly, "We did not monitor well this time, and there was criticism from the organization."
"If we never find Watson Wick again..."
"Isn't this right?" the young agent said.
The old agent looked over and saw that the monitor screen was facing the window of Wick's house.
At this moment, Watson was drinking coffee made by Mrs. Wick with a smile on his face.
"Watson Wick!" The old agent's heart almost stopped beating.
He contacted other agents.
Feedback from various places showed that Watson was not on the streets.
How can it be?
Is it an underground passage?
The old agent looked solemn, "Suddenly, what kind of trick is Watson Wick playing?"
They haven't investigated any major accidents.
But in this current situation, they are completely confused.
"Wait a minute, he called the phone. Hurry up and find a lip reader!"
The old agent also wants to install bugs inside, but so far no one has been able to get inside.
The only way to get the news is through lip reading experts.
Soon the lip reader from the team arrived. He pulled down the window and stared at Watson through binoculars.
"Sokovia, hotel, what, not open? If other people see it, they think I can't afford it, so I'll open another one!"
After the lip reader finished speaking, the old agent fell into deep thought.
"Sokovia?" he remembered the country.
A small country in the interior of Eastern Europe, mountainous and barren.
What is there about that place that the underground president should miss?
Also, what's that one at the back?
The underground president’s imperial blueprint?
The old agent feels very troubled. This underground president who has disappeared for two days is going to start ruling other countries?
This is no small matter, even an old agent can't grasp it.
"Look, it's the guy with the turkey."
The young agent said something, and the old agent looked.
Greg showed up quickly after receiving the message and rang the doorbell.
The door is opened.
Watson came out and saw Greg, and his face returned to expressionless.
"Hello, Mr. Wick, I thought I'd send you Christmas greetings." Greg thought about his words.
After finishing speaking, Watson said expressionlessly: "Thank you for your blessing."
"Uh...that..." Greg looked behind the door.
Watson said: "Have you prepared the Christmas gifts for the orphanage?"
"Ah, ready."
"Very well, there's one in there for you."
Watson closed the door and said disgustedly: "You have the nerve to come here because my daughter despises me."
And Greg looked at the closed door, wondering if he had been discovered.
He sighed, "This task is too difficult, boss."
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Chapter 702 John Wick, where is your limit?
There are still two days until December ends.
During this time, Tang Mi finally came to his senses.
He hesitated several times around John.
"What do you want to say?" John couldn't stand his expression, so he spoke first.
"Sir, Lippi last time..." Tang Mi asked, "Can I see him again?"
"Is it you or your girlfriend?" John looked at Tang Mi.
"It's me and it's Oz."
Tang Mi was silent for a while and said, "We all want to see him once."
John stared at Tang Mi, the subordinate who had followed him the longest.
"Get Ozzie Heald over here."
Tang Mi raised his head, but at this time he hesitated.
"Sir, will it cost you to do that?"
Being able to see Lippi again is not a simple magic.
