Chapter 272 God Does Not Exist
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent, who was on the verge of death, could not stop the light at the end.
It is like the will of the entire universe, and no one can make any resistance.
"Magic—I still have magic!"
In front of the bright light, a thin barrier suddenly appeared.
Vincent's illusory body was blocked outside the barrier.
Just as he was trying to go back, a man who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared in front of him.
"This is a world where there is no more pain and no more sorrow." The other party stretched out his hand, as if welcoming him.
"I'm not quite dead yet."
Vincent felt a huge force pulling himself, "Listen carefully, I still have a heartbeat."
On the opposite side, he froze for a moment, then put away his hands in great disappointment.
"Magic cannot escape you forever."
"who are you?"
"I have many names and images."
He becomes God with a beard, and then Death with a scythe.
"Any more?"
More and more images appeared one by one.
But Vincent's expression was even more disappointed than he was just now.
"Oh, you are amazing."
Every time one is imagined, the other party will become the same image.
The so-called god is actually just a consciousness.
He is the origin of life and the destination of life.
"Goodbye." Vincent's illusory body began to back away.
The other party changed back to his image, watching him leave with a smile.
Returning to the real world, Vincent opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed.
Grindelwald sat beside him quietly.
"Don't get up first, you are very weak now."
He tried to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.
"Everyone's experience is the same." Grindelwald read his eyes, "You may find it strange, but it is the truth."
The process of the near-death experience is not bad, just ignore the effects of the killing curse.
"It will be uncomfortable for a few days. Before you can move, you can look at the gesture of casting without a staff."
The white figure appeared again.
This time it became only the size of a fist, floating in front of Vincent's eyes.
It is very strange that those extremely complicated gestures can be accurately remembered only by looking at them.
"Your magic countered the Killing Curse, without you knowing it."
Grindelwald flicked his right hand, and a clock with a date appeared on the wall.
8 month 12 number.
The Hogwarts book list should have arrived in North America, and it's time to go back when the body recovers.
However, only two days later, Greenwald saw that he had been able to walk a few steps on the ground, and pulled out all the contents on the wall and put them into a book with a black cover.
"If you go back in this state, they won't suspect that you have been here."
Vincent opened his mouth weakly, "Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Scamander will definitely know."
Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "They won't know what happened, it's up to you to decide whether to deceive them or not, and what excuse to use."
"For the greater good?"
"You wouldn't do that."
Compared to inheriting the Wuzi Party, Vincent is more willing to form a new force that is entirely his own.
"Victor will take you back." Grindelwald's white robe became more and more worn out.
His face became older, his hair became less and less gray, and his back was straight.
The entire cell was covered with dust bit by bit, exactly the same as when it came.
"Teacher, can't you pick a more pleasing image?"
"I have to take care of someone's mood."
After Vincent went back, Dumbledore and Newt would definitely come over.
With this image, Greenwald can basically rule out the possibility of being Dumbledore.
"Can I come over again?"
"After you learn Apparation."
With the condition of crossing the continent, there will be no chance in the next two or three years.
After putting the books full of black magic into the suitcase, Vincent realized how weak his body was.
Holding such a light mithril trembling in his hand, he was afraid that a gust of wind could blow him away.
Grindelwald didn't let him go by himself, but went straight out of an elevator.
……
……
South America.
Texas.
Also known as the Lone Star State, it is the second largest state in the United States after Alaska.
Towards dusk, a large group of Aurors dressed as Muggles appeared on the streets of Houston.
They spread out deftly and began to search the fourth largest city in the United States.
From brightly lit skyscrapers to dark and dank sewers.
"Sam, there is a situation!"
The Auror in the back kitchen of a restaurant just finished talking to something that looked like a walkie-talkie when a black and white vortex appeared beside him.
Sam, who was much haggard, had dark circles on his face, and squatted halfway in front of a small hole in the ground that looked like it had been smashed open.
He reached out his hand to probe inside, then nodded slightly to the Auror next to him.
After all the Muggles in the kitchen had left, Bradley appeared leading a group of Aurors.
"Director Graves, this place was obviously created using the traceless stretching spell."
The Auror who called Sam told the whole story.
Many years ago, the owner here took over the restaurant and found this hole.
He didn't pay much attention to it at the time, until he accidentally dropped two burgers into it.
No matter how hard I stretched out my hand, I couldn't find the bottom. I threw down the rope tied with heavy objects, and the sound only sounded when the rope was almost used up.
Take it back and measure it, and it is a full two hundred feet deep.
Over the years, he always thought it was a sewer or something, or an abandoned subway station or something.
Until the Auror who followed the SAS search method came over.
Bradley looked serious, "Are you sure it's their base?"
"Not yet." Sam took two steps back and raised his wand high, "If I make my own claims, you will definitely criticize me, Director."
"That's education!" Bradley said with a quick flash of relief as he backed away.
After being beaten and scolded for so long, he finally made progress.
When the Aurors had retreated to a safe distance, Sam couldn't wait to cast the Split Curse.
A neat circular hole 10 feet in diameter opened in the ground.
Bradley lit his wand and jumped straight down.
When it felt like the bottom was coming, he cast a shock absorbing spell on himself.
With a sound of "呲", he bent down and looked down at his feet.
The ground was full of rotten minced meat and small bones, the appearance and taste directly impacted his stomach twitching for a while.
Before they were cleared away, Sam came down.
"What is this—vomit—"
Suppressing his nausea, Bradley tossed them all aside and burned them.
Just the rat corpse and the maggots crawling over it are enough to have an impact, and the smell that hits the soul is not something ordinary people can bear.
Thanks to the Untraceable Stretching Charm cast here, the restaurant owner ignored the hole again.
Otherwise, after so many years, the Muggles would have discovered this base that was larger than the actual space.
……
……
It is like the will of the entire universe, and no one can make any resistance.
"Magic—I still have magic!"
In front of the bright light, a thin barrier suddenly appeared.
Vincent's illusory body was blocked outside the barrier.
Just as he was trying to go back, a man who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared in front of him.
"This is a world where there is no more pain and no more sorrow." The other party stretched out his hand, as if welcoming him.
"I'm not quite dead yet."
Vincent felt a huge force pulling himself, "Listen carefully, I still have a heartbeat."
On the opposite side, he froze for a moment, then put away his hands in great disappointment.
"Magic cannot escape you forever."
"who are you?"
"I have many names and images."
He becomes God with a beard, and then Death with a scythe.
"Any more?"
More and more images appeared one by one.
But Vincent's expression was even more disappointed than he was just now.
"Oh, you are amazing."
Every time one is imagined, the other party will become the same image.
The so-called god is actually just a consciousness.
He is the origin of life and the destination of life.
"Goodbye." Vincent's illusory body began to back away.
The other party changed back to his image, watching him leave with a smile.
Returning to the real world, Vincent opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed.
Grindelwald sat beside him quietly.
"Don't get up first, you are very weak now."
He tried to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.
"Everyone's experience is the same." Grindelwald read his eyes, "You may find it strange, but it is the truth."
The process of the near-death experience is not bad, just ignore the effects of the killing curse.
"It will be uncomfortable for a few days. Before you can move, you can look at the gesture of casting without a staff."
The white figure appeared again.
This time it became only the size of a fist, floating in front of Vincent's eyes.
It is very strange that those extremely complicated gestures can be accurately remembered only by looking at them.
"Your magic countered the Killing Curse, without you knowing it."
Grindelwald flicked his right hand, and a clock with a date appeared on the wall.
8 month 12 number.
The Hogwarts book list should have arrived in North America, and it's time to go back when the body recovers.
However, only two days later, Greenwald saw that he had been able to walk a few steps on the ground, and pulled out all the contents on the wall and put them into a book with a black cover.
"If you go back in this state, they won't suspect that you have been here."
Vincent opened his mouth weakly, "Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Scamander will definitely know."
Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "They won't know what happened, it's up to you to decide whether to deceive them or not, and what excuse to use."
"For the greater good?"
"You wouldn't do that."
Compared to inheriting the Wuzi Party, Vincent is more willing to form a new force that is entirely his own.
"Victor will take you back." Grindelwald's white robe became more and more worn out.
His face became older, his hair became less and less gray, and his back was straight.
The entire cell was covered with dust bit by bit, exactly the same as when it came.
"Teacher, can't you pick a more pleasing image?"
"I have to take care of someone's mood."
After Vincent went back, Dumbledore and Newt would definitely come over.
With this image, Greenwald can basically rule out the possibility of being Dumbledore.
"Can I come over again?"
"After you learn Apparation."
With the condition of crossing the continent, there will be no chance in the next two or three years.
After putting the books full of black magic into the suitcase, Vincent realized how weak his body was.
Holding such a light mithril trembling in his hand, he was afraid that a gust of wind could blow him away.
Grindelwald didn't let him go by himself, but went straight out of an elevator.
……
……
South America.
Texas.
Also known as the Lone Star State, it is the second largest state in the United States after Alaska.
Towards dusk, a large group of Aurors dressed as Muggles appeared on the streets of Houston.
They spread out deftly and began to search the fourth largest city in the United States.
From brightly lit skyscrapers to dark and dank sewers.
"Sam, there is a situation!"
The Auror in the back kitchen of a restaurant just finished talking to something that looked like a walkie-talkie when a black and white vortex appeared beside him.
Sam, who was much haggard, had dark circles on his face, and squatted halfway in front of a small hole in the ground that looked like it had been smashed open.
He reached out his hand to probe inside, then nodded slightly to the Auror next to him.
After all the Muggles in the kitchen had left, Bradley appeared leading a group of Aurors.
"Director Graves, this place was obviously created using the traceless stretching spell."
The Auror who called Sam told the whole story.
Many years ago, the owner here took over the restaurant and found this hole.
He didn't pay much attention to it at the time, until he accidentally dropped two burgers into it.
No matter how hard I stretched out my hand, I couldn't find the bottom. I threw down the rope tied with heavy objects, and the sound only sounded when the rope was almost used up.
Take it back and measure it, and it is a full two hundred feet deep.
Over the years, he always thought it was a sewer or something, or an abandoned subway station or something.
Until the Auror who followed the SAS search method came over.
Bradley looked serious, "Are you sure it's their base?"
"Not yet." Sam took two steps back and raised his wand high, "If I make my own claims, you will definitely criticize me, Director."
"That's education!" Bradley said with a quick flash of relief as he backed away.
After being beaten and scolded for so long, he finally made progress.
When the Aurors had retreated to a safe distance, Sam couldn't wait to cast the Split Curse.
A neat circular hole 10 feet in diameter opened in the ground.
Bradley lit his wand and jumped straight down.
When it felt like the bottom was coming, he cast a shock absorbing spell on himself.
With a sound of "呲", he bent down and looked down at his feet.
The ground was full of rotten minced meat and small bones, the appearance and taste directly impacted his stomach twitching for a while.
Before they were cleared away, Sam came down.
"What is this—vomit—"
Suppressing his nausea, Bradley tossed them all aside and burned them.
Just the rat corpse and the maggots crawling over it are enough to have an impact, and the smell that hits the soul is not something ordinary people can bear.
Thanks to the Untraceable Stretching Charm cast here, the restaurant owner ignored the hole again.
Otherwise, after so many years, the Muggles would have discovered this base that was larger than the actual space.
……
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