Chapter 266 Black magic can't decide good or bad
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent no longer rejects Grindelwald, but there is still a question in his heart.
"Teacher, I'm curious about what you saw."
"You've accomplished what neither Albus nor I have accomplished."
"Wizards will rule the world?"
"I can't tell you exactly."
Grindelwald's eyes are very sharp, piercing his heart like a sharp knife, "There is no shortcut, everything needs to be experienced by you."
Vincent frowned, "I don't want to go through pain."
"Then become strong, strong enough to take care of all pain."
He seemed to have an answer, but he didn't.
This is a road destined to be full of hardships, and it is also a road that cannot be escaped.
Suddenly, Vincent seemed to understand why he came to this world.
"It wasn't the prophecy that chose me, but I chose the prophecy."
Grindelwald's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
He quickly regained his composure and drank all the tea in the cup.
"If Albus knew what you said, he would be too scared to sleep."
Vincent also drank all the tea in the cup, "I really want to see this scene."
Grindelwald, who put down his teacup, smiled without saying a word.
He knew that Dumbledore was worried that he would take advantage of the child in front of him.
But in these 47 years, he has changed a lot.
"Teacher, what is the golden phoenix just now?"
"It's the Patronus Charm, and every wizard can assume a different form."
"You use wandless spellcasting?"
"Yes, so it has no entity and can only serve as a simple guide."
Like a curious baby, Vincent asked a lot of questions.
Grindelwald answered them one by one patiently.
The black magic on the wall was all researched by him over the years.
"Do you know who defined black magic?"
"wizard?"
"That's right." Grindelwald stood up, stroking the wall full of pictures and spells with his fingers.
"Can bring great pain to the caster;
Powerful, highly destructive and difficult to repair;
The caster has the subjective consciousness of harming others;
The caster recognizes the effects of the spell;
For improper purposes and not necessarily necessary. "
His fingertips rested on a spell, "For example, this 'Fire Shield', I almost burned the whole of Paris with it."
Vincent heard Nicole talk about it.
The scope of this magic, which was originally used for defense, is even more terrifying than some black magic.
"We are not beasts, there is no need to trap us in cages." Grindelwald turned to look at him.
"Whether you are a beast or not can only be decided by you."
Although he kept his eyes open, Vincent thought he was right.
Human beings are creatures with complex thinking, and the definition of good and bad can be determined subjectively or objectively.
One sentence, one action, can change this person's mind.
Vincent pouted at him, "Are you trying to instill something in me?"
Grindelwald shrugged his innocence, "I hope you don't reject the dark arts.
Albus is no worse than me, but he never uses it outside. "
Very reasonable.
What should be used to deal with black magic in the case of ambiguity?
with love?
Dumbledore is the real big fool!
Vincent's inner resistance has been greatly reduced.
He stood next to Grindelwald, "Can I start studying now?"
"As you like, as long as you don't make too much noise."
Nurmengard's surveillance magic really couldn't stop this real boss.
If there were guards here, even the dementors would jump back.
It looks desolate, but it is actually quite nourishing.
……
……
Since Vincent was taken away, all the Aurors in America were furious.
"You bloody bastard!" Bradley pointed at Sam's nose cursingly, "Why didn't you investigate carefully!"
"I didn't know he was after Vincent."
"Don't make excuses for me!" He rolled his eyes, "If this matter spreads outside, you will be burned to death by the anger of those British guys!"
The aggrieved Sam lowered his head, "Director Graves, with our entire office dispatched, we will definitely find him."
Bradley looked at the Wayne couple behind him, "He's right, we will definitely find Vincent."
None of them remembered the reason, they only knew that their son had been taken away after waking up.
Evelyn put her hand on Eric's clenched fist.
"He can even drive away the monster that created the typhoon, and he will definitely be able to get rid of that vampire."
"I can't just watch and do nothing."
Eric loosened his fist slightly, took a deep breath and looked at Bradley, "Mr. Graves, I think I need to make a phone call."
Sam stepped forward as if he saw it, "There are many places in the Woolworth Building where there is no signal, so let me show you the way."
Bradley stared bitterly at his back.
It's not an easy call.
The legendary British captain John McAleese is now a special adviser to the SAS.
Although he did not promise Eric to activate the military satellite, he still promised to send a secret special team over.
Sam twitched his lips.
Bradley was angry beyond words.
It is said that in the Auror office on the 43rd floor, his scolding can be heard until late at night.
It was not until the next morning that Sam came out with two big black circles on his head.
Death order, someone must be found.
If you can't find it, the Congressional Medal of Honor will be withdrawn, and you will have to accept a trial by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement before you get out.
Newt and Tina had just come downstairs when they saw him wringing his fingers morosely.
"Young man, what's the matter with you?"
"I'm all right, Mrs Scamander."
The moment Sam raised his head, both of them vaguely understood what had happened.
If you really want to be held accountable, in fact, both of them are responsible.
But you can't ignore the two Fulakans, and then don't think that there will be accidents on the yacht.
After Newt and Tina encouraged him, they walked into the Woolworth Building.
They had already told Dumbledore about it.
The reply was that Nurmengard could not be disclosed to the Magic Congress.
55th floor.
Randolph's office door was open.
"Dean, be careful when investigating."
"I will pay attention, Mr. Chairman."
A tall, lanky man with dark hair got up and left the office.
He is Dean Lopez, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and a descendant of the original Twelve Aurors.
"Dean."
"Mrs. Scamander."
After saying hello to each other, Newt and Tina both walked into the office.
Randolph relaxed his facial expression slightly, "Welcome, please sit down, both of you."
……
……
"Teacher, I'm curious about what you saw."
"You've accomplished what neither Albus nor I have accomplished."
"Wizards will rule the world?"
"I can't tell you exactly."
Grindelwald's eyes are very sharp, piercing his heart like a sharp knife, "There is no shortcut, everything needs to be experienced by you."
Vincent frowned, "I don't want to go through pain."
"Then become strong, strong enough to take care of all pain."
He seemed to have an answer, but he didn't.
This is a road destined to be full of hardships, and it is also a road that cannot be escaped.
Suddenly, Vincent seemed to understand why he came to this world.
"It wasn't the prophecy that chose me, but I chose the prophecy."
Grindelwald's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
He quickly regained his composure and drank all the tea in the cup.
"If Albus knew what you said, he would be too scared to sleep."
Vincent also drank all the tea in the cup, "I really want to see this scene."
Grindelwald, who put down his teacup, smiled without saying a word.
He knew that Dumbledore was worried that he would take advantage of the child in front of him.
But in these 47 years, he has changed a lot.
"Teacher, what is the golden phoenix just now?"
"It's the Patronus Charm, and every wizard can assume a different form."
"You use wandless spellcasting?"
"Yes, so it has no entity and can only serve as a simple guide."
Like a curious baby, Vincent asked a lot of questions.
Grindelwald answered them one by one patiently.
The black magic on the wall was all researched by him over the years.
"Do you know who defined black magic?"
"wizard?"
"That's right." Grindelwald stood up, stroking the wall full of pictures and spells with his fingers.
"Can bring great pain to the caster;
Powerful, highly destructive and difficult to repair;
The caster has the subjective consciousness of harming others;
The caster recognizes the effects of the spell;
For improper purposes and not necessarily necessary. "
His fingertips rested on a spell, "For example, this 'Fire Shield', I almost burned the whole of Paris with it."
Vincent heard Nicole talk about it.
The scope of this magic, which was originally used for defense, is even more terrifying than some black magic.
"We are not beasts, there is no need to trap us in cages." Grindelwald turned to look at him.
"Whether you are a beast or not can only be decided by you."
Although he kept his eyes open, Vincent thought he was right.
Human beings are creatures with complex thinking, and the definition of good and bad can be determined subjectively or objectively.
One sentence, one action, can change this person's mind.
Vincent pouted at him, "Are you trying to instill something in me?"
Grindelwald shrugged his innocence, "I hope you don't reject the dark arts.
Albus is no worse than me, but he never uses it outside. "
Very reasonable.
What should be used to deal with black magic in the case of ambiguity?
with love?
Dumbledore is the real big fool!
Vincent's inner resistance has been greatly reduced.
He stood next to Grindelwald, "Can I start studying now?"
"As you like, as long as you don't make too much noise."
Nurmengard's surveillance magic really couldn't stop this real boss.
If there were guards here, even the dementors would jump back.
It looks desolate, but it is actually quite nourishing.
……
……
Since Vincent was taken away, all the Aurors in America were furious.
"You bloody bastard!" Bradley pointed at Sam's nose cursingly, "Why didn't you investigate carefully!"
"I didn't know he was after Vincent."
"Don't make excuses for me!" He rolled his eyes, "If this matter spreads outside, you will be burned to death by the anger of those British guys!"
The aggrieved Sam lowered his head, "Director Graves, with our entire office dispatched, we will definitely find him."
Bradley looked at the Wayne couple behind him, "He's right, we will definitely find Vincent."
None of them remembered the reason, they only knew that their son had been taken away after waking up.
Evelyn put her hand on Eric's clenched fist.
"He can even drive away the monster that created the typhoon, and he will definitely be able to get rid of that vampire."
"I can't just watch and do nothing."
Eric loosened his fist slightly, took a deep breath and looked at Bradley, "Mr. Graves, I think I need to make a phone call."
Sam stepped forward as if he saw it, "There are many places in the Woolworth Building where there is no signal, so let me show you the way."
Bradley stared bitterly at his back.
It's not an easy call.
The legendary British captain John McAleese is now a special adviser to the SAS.
Although he did not promise Eric to activate the military satellite, he still promised to send a secret special team over.
Sam twitched his lips.
Bradley was angry beyond words.
It is said that in the Auror office on the 43rd floor, his scolding can be heard until late at night.
It was not until the next morning that Sam came out with two big black circles on his head.
Death order, someone must be found.
If you can't find it, the Congressional Medal of Honor will be withdrawn, and you will have to accept a trial by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement before you get out.
Newt and Tina had just come downstairs when they saw him wringing his fingers morosely.
"Young man, what's the matter with you?"
"I'm all right, Mrs Scamander."
The moment Sam raised his head, both of them vaguely understood what had happened.
If you really want to be held accountable, in fact, both of them are responsible.
But you can't ignore the two Fulakans, and then don't think that there will be accidents on the yacht.
After Newt and Tina encouraged him, they walked into the Woolworth Building.
They had already told Dumbledore about it.
The reply was that Nurmengard could not be disclosed to the Magic Congress.
55th floor.
Randolph's office door was open.
"Dean, be careful when investigating."
"I will pay attention, Mr. Chairman."
A tall, lanky man with dark hair got up and left the office.
He is Dean Lopez, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and a descendant of the original Twelve Aurors.
"Dean."
"Mrs. Scamander."
After saying hello to each other, Newt and Tina both walked into the office.
Randolph relaxed his facial expression slightly, "Welcome, please sit down, both of you."
……
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