Chapter 269 Infinitely Closer to Death
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Legilimency is a very remote magic, and Occlumency is even more remote.
Times are different, and wizards don't need to use it against Muggles anymore.
"Close your eyes." Grindelwald said softly.
"Imagine yourself in a grassland under the shade of a tree, surrounded by a quiet lake, and there is a willow tree hanging by the lake, the willow tree hangs on the surface of the water, and the breeze blows gently, and the willow branches move the surface of the water—"
"Wait!" Vincent suddenly opened his eyes, "Do you know Freud?"
Grindelwald smiled.
Sigmund Freud was a Muggle.
生于1856年5月6日，死于1939年9月23日。
He was an Austrian psychiatrist, psychologist, and founder of the psychoanalytic school.
He created a new field of subconscious research, promoted the development of dynamic psychology, personality psychology and abnormal psychology, and laid a new foundation for the modern medical model.
Below Germany is Austria, and it is not surprising that Grindelwald knew him.
"I'm fine." Vincent quickly closed his eyes.
With soft whispers, he entered his subconscious world.
It's blank, nothing.
When grass is imagined, here comes grass.
Shade trees, lake water, willows, breeze, etc. all appear one by one.
"Try to imagine something more special—" Grindelwald's voice came into his head.
"Okay." He replied with his eyes closed in the real world.
Since no one knew, this space was quickly occupied by all kinds of weird things.
As small as a doll, as large as a whole universe that does not belong here.
Vincent looks down on the universe from the perspective of God.
He in the previous life, friends and relatives in the previous life.
"Can I change all this?"
The lightning that sent him here disappeared, and he also met his girlfriend as he wished.
Started as an intern and became a company executive, and then got married and had a family.
He lives an ordinary life, but is extremely precious.
At that old age, he ended his life with a smile on his face.
Vincent smashed the entire universe without regret and rebuilt a new one.
After the young Eric retired, he met Evelyn who had just graduated from college.
The two quickly fell in love and soon after their marriage had a child.
He opened his eyes without crying, only confused about the world.
Vincent watched himself growing up in front of him, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The past is the future, and the future is the present.
At the age of 11, he still chose Hogwarts, and still decided to solve the trouble of Quirrell.
Nicole Flamel became his mentor, as did Gellert Grindelwald.
The universe was finally frozen in Fort Nurmengard, when he just closed his eyes.
Those imagined things are slowly disappearing, and finally there is only a blank space at the beginning.
Vincent, who had left the subconscious world, opened his eyes and found that it was already dawn outside.
"Learned?" Grindelwald said lightly.
"I learned."
Without any spells, the mithril suitcase floated in mid-air.
With a slight movement of the alder wand, the box flew to Vincent's right hand.
Magic is against your will, it can achieve anything if you just try to imagine it.
"Try something else."
Grindelwald looked at the small hole blasted in the wall.
As long as you practice enough times, the blasting spell will be infinitely close to the original effect.
"Don't be too disappointed." He stretched out his hand to smooth the wall, "You have far exceeded my expectations."
Vincent took out another bottle of Buffy Brain Refresher from the box and drank it, "What's next?"
"Cast without a wand." Grindelwald created a translucent villain.
"Ever tried magic out of control?"
"Does unconsciously repairing a broomstick count?"
Before the underage wizards did not have their own wands, all the magic they used belonged to the category of wandless spellcasting.
This is an unconscious move, and it is impossible to intentionally reproduce it.
The translucent villain gradually grew bigger and began to become a little bit solid.
"Kill it, if you don't want to be killed."
The wand and suitcase in Vincent's hand flew to Grindelwald.
"Once you experience the sensation, you can probably learn the most basic gestures."
The white figure blinked and disappeared in place,
Just as Vincent turned around, a fist hit his stomach.
He slammed into the wall, his whole body hurting.
This is serious.
Although you won't really be killed, you will experience the feeling of being infinitely close to death.
Just struggling to stand up, the white figure hit his chest with another fist.
Vincent, who was coughing up blood, was highly nervous.
He rolled to the side as if sensing the next direction of attack.
"Boom—" the knee hit the floor.
The white figure faced forward, grabbing his calf and pulling it hard.
There was another "boom", and Vincent, who was hit on the forehead, passed out.
In a daze, he seemed to smell the unique aroma of fried food.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was already dark.
Greenwald sat at the table, shaking a goblet of red wine in his hand.
"Googoo—" This was the sound from Vincent's stomach.
Not only did he not sleep for two days and one night, but he hadn't eaten any food.
French-style fried foie gras, butter-boiled mussels, pan-fried tender steak, Marseille fish soup...
In this far away place, there are such authentic French dishes.
Vincent took a bite of the steak and was so moved that he almost cried.
"Victor prepared it." Greenwald took a sip of the red wine, "He originally wanted some authentic British food."
Isn't it just that I said before that I want to eat and look up at the starry sky, but I was so stingy that I wrote it down.
"Where is he?"
"Outside."
Vincent, who was immersed in enjoying the food, also remembered it.
Victor dared to take him away, probably not planning to go back to America.
It happened that Bradley was thinking about it, and he would definitely run around the world after school started.
"You seem to be thinking of something bad."
"No, the fight is not aimed at you."
Grindelwald gently put down his glass, "How does it feel to be infinitely close to death?"
"It's too fast, I haven't realized it yet." Vincent lowered his head and continued.
"Maybe some more weapons."
"No—no, no need." He was so anxious that he almost bit his tongue.
"You need to imagine an enemy stronger than yourself." Grindelwald leaned back in his chair.
"Because of you, there will be many alchemists who transform Muggle items in the future."
The taste of this great dinner has changed.
Vincent began to realize the change he had brought to the wizarding world.
Many people and things are developing towards the unknown.
Voldemort knew that the consequences of touching Harry would be serious, but he didn't know that it would be so serious that his body turned gray.
Harry was supposed to spend the summer with the Dursleys, and even if he didn't, their relationship wasn't as tense as before.
There are also the LeMay couple who have lived in seclusion in Asia;
I don't know if Dumbledore will come to North America;
Grindelwald lived beyond everyone's expectations.
Expanding the scope a little bit, even all the students in Hogwarts are more or less different.
……
……
Times are different, and wizards don't need to use it against Muggles anymore.
"Close your eyes." Grindelwald said softly.
"Imagine yourself in a grassland under the shade of a tree, surrounded by a quiet lake, and there is a willow tree hanging by the lake, the willow tree hangs on the surface of the water, and the breeze blows gently, and the willow branches move the surface of the water—"
"Wait!" Vincent suddenly opened his eyes, "Do you know Freud?"
Grindelwald smiled.
Sigmund Freud was a Muggle.
生于1856年5月6日，死于1939年9月23日。
He was an Austrian psychiatrist, psychologist, and founder of the psychoanalytic school.
He created a new field of subconscious research, promoted the development of dynamic psychology, personality psychology and abnormal psychology, and laid a new foundation for the modern medical model.
Below Germany is Austria, and it is not surprising that Grindelwald knew him.
"I'm fine." Vincent quickly closed his eyes.
With soft whispers, he entered his subconscious world.
It's blank, nothing.
When grass is imagined, here comes grass.
Shade trees, lake water, willows, breeze, etc. all appear one by one.
"Try to imagine something more special—" Grindelwald's voice came into his head.
"Okay." He replied with his eyes closed in the real world.
Since no one knew, this space was quickly occupied by all kinds of weird things.
As small as a doll, as large as a whole universe that does not belong here.
Vincent looks down on the universe from the perspective of God.
He in the previous life, friends and relatives in the previous life.
"Can I change all this?"
The lightning that sent him here disappeared, and he also met his girlfriend as he wished.
Started as an intern and became a company executive, and then got married and had a family.
He lives an ordinary life, but is extremely precious.
At that old age, he ended his life with a smile on his face.
Vincent smashed the entire universe without regret and rebuilt a new one.
After the young Eric retired, he met Evelyn who had just graduated from college.
The two quickly fell in love and soon after their marriage had a child.
He opened his eyes without crying, only confused about the world.
Vincent watched himself growing up in front of him, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The past is the future, and the future is the present.
At the age of 11, he still chose Hogwarts, and still decided to solve the trouble of Quirrell.
Nicole Flamel became his mentor, as did Gellert Grindelwald.
The universe was finally frozen in Fort Nurmengard, when he just closed his eyes.
Those imagined things are slowly disappearing, and finally there is only a blank space at the beginning.
Vincent, who had left the subconscious world, opened his eyes and found that it was already dawn outside.
"Learned?" Grindelwald said lightly.
"I learned."
Without any spells, the mithril suitcase floated in mid-air.
With a slight movement of the alder wand, the box flew to Vincent's right hand.
Magic is against your will, it can achieve anything if you just try to imagine it.
"Try something else."
Grindelwald looked at the small hole blasted in the wall.
As long as you practice enough times, the blasting spell will be infinitely close to the original effect.
"Don't be too disappointed." He stretched out his hand to smooth the wall, "You have far exceeded my expectations."
Vincent took out another bottle of Buffy Brain Refresher from the box and drank it, "What's next?"
"Cast without a wand." Grindelwald created a translucent villain.
"Ever tried magic out of control?"
"Does unconsciously repairing a broomstick count?"
Before the underage wizards did not have their own wands, all the magic they used belonged to the category of wandless spellcasting.
This is an unconscious move, and it is impossible to intentionally reproduce it.
The translucent villain gradually grew bigger and began to become a little bit solid.
"Kill it, if you don't want to be killed."
The wand and suitcase in Vincent's hand flew to Grindelwald.
"Once you experience the sensation, you can probably learn the most basic gestures."
The white figure blinked and disappeared in place,
Just as Vincent turned around, a fist hit his stomach.
He slammed into the wall, his whole body hurting.
This is serious.
Although you won't really be killed, you will experience the feeling of being infinitely close to death.
Just struggling to stand up, the white figure hit his chest with another fist.
Vincent, who was coughing up blood, was highly nervous.
He rolled to the side as if sensing the next direction of attack.
"Boom—" the knee hit the floor.
The white figure faced forward, grabbing his calf and pulling it hard.
There was another "boom", and Vincent, who was hit on the forehead, passed out.
In a daze, he seemed to smell the unique aroma of fried food.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was already dark.
Greenwald sat at the table, shaking a goblet of red wine in his hand.
"Googoo—" This was the sound from Vincent's stomach.
Not only did he not sleep for two days and one night, but he hadn't eaten any food.
French-style fried foie gras, butter-boiled mussels, pan-fried tender steak, Marseille fish soup...
In this far away place, there are such authentic French dishes.
Vincent took a bite of the steak and was so moved that he almost cried.
"Victor prepared it." Greenwald took a sip of the red wine, "He originally wanted some authentic British food."
Isn't it just that I said before that I want to eat and look up at the starry sky, but I was so stingy that I wrote it down.
"Where is he?"
"Outside."
Vincent, who was immersed in enjoying the food, also remembered it.
Victor dared to take him away, probably not planning to go back to America.
It happened that Bradley was thinking about it, and he would definitely run around the world after school started.
"You seem to be thinking of something bad."
"No, the fight is not aimed at you."
Grindelwald gently put down his glass, "How does it feel to be infinitely close to death?"
"It's too fast, I haven't realized it yet." Vincent lowered his head and continued.
"Maybe some more weapons."
"No—no, no need." He was so anxious that he almost bit his tongue.
"You need to imagine an enemy stronger than yourself." Grindelwald leaned back in his chair.
"Because of you, there will be many alchemists who transform Muggle items in the future."
The taste of this great dinner has changed.
Vincent began to realize the change he had brought to the wizarding world.
Many people and things are developing towards the unknown.
Voldemort knew that the consequences of touching Harry would be serious, but he didn't know that it would be so serious that his body turned gray.
Harry was supposed to spend the summer with the Dursleys, and even if he didn't, their relationship wasn't as tense as before.
There are also the LeMay couple who have lived in seclusion in Asia;
I don't know if Dumbledore will come to North America;
Grindelwald lived beyond everyone's expectations.
Expanding the scope a little bit, even all the students in Hogwarts are more or less different.
……
……
