Chapter 700 Dumbledore, you don't want to be my enemy
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"This is Alec Hopkins, professor of occult science."
An extraordinary meeting took place in London.
The man known as the Professor of the Occult is a man in ancient last-century attire, with greasy hair.
Opposite him, Mycroft was looking at this man with scrutiny.
"Professor Hopkins," Mycroft said with a smile, "I think you know why I came here for you."
"Some funny 'wizard' legends." The corners of Hopkins' lips curled up into an uncomfortable smile, and he drew a long tone, as if mocking a high-level intellectual for believing these absurd things.
This is also a common attitude that many people hear about wizards.
Mycroft leaned back on the comfortable chair and asked, "Since you don't believe in it, why did you choose occultism?"
"The occult is not just those horrible magics." Hopkins said flatly, "I am more curious about who is worthy of asking government agencies to find those 'magic sticks'."
"One, a real wizard." Mycroft gathered his clothes and got up.
"Professor Hopkins, I don't think you mind leaving with me."
"To see a wizard?"
"No," said Mycroft, "go and see the magic."
He walked forward, and Hopkins waited a few seconds to follow.
The inside of the car is closed, and there is no way to see where it is.
Hopkins took his time.
The car drove for three hours.
There was a knock and the door was opened.
Hopkins stepped out, and the outside was off the street, but in a garage somewhere.
"This way." Mycroft walked ahead.
Hopkins followed.
One door after another was opened, and each door had to be swiped open with Mycroft's card.
Until the last one, it was a room with many control platforms, and the innermost part of the room, behind the transparent glass, was a pure white room.
Inside curled up a man.
When Hopkins saw the man, his pupils shrank.
And Mycroft said into the microphone, "Get up."
The man got up reflexively, and a pillar rose up in the middle of the white room.
There is a magic wand on it.
"Take up arms." Mycroft continued to order.
The men follow suit.
Hopkins watched intently.
At this moment, Mycroft looked at Hopkins, "Let's think about the abilities of wizards in those stories."
Hopkins knew that he was testing himself, so he pondered for a while and said, "Transform."
"Great idea, like the Evil Queen conjures a poisoned apple, and the Fairy Godmother conjures a pumpkin cart," Mycroft said into the microphone, transforming what was in front of him. "
Another pillar rises up, an apple.
The man said loudly, "I'm not familiar with Transfiguration."
"You have no choice, Conrad."
Konrad was captured and could only be forced to use Transfiguration.
It's just that his transfiguration was as bad as he said, and the apple turned into a hairy apple.
This miraculous scene will move people when they see it for the first time.
Hopkins stared at the apple.
"It's not magic, it's not pre-recorded footage," McCoff said.
"How did you get him?" Hopkins asked.
"Catch it?" Mycroft narrowed his eyes, "Why?"
"The wizards in the stories," said Hopkins, after a moment's thought, "are all evil, aren't they?"
"It does make sense," Mycroft said, turning his head to look at the imprisoned wizard, "He was in a rented house and made a special team member fall to the ground."
"It's surprising," Hopkins said, as if seeing a case in the knowledge he had learned for the first time. "You can catch him and trap him, so you're not afraid of him escaping?"
"That thing is his weapon, and a wizard without a weapon is no different from an ordinary person."
"You can press that yellow button," Mycroft told Hopkins.
Hopkins saw a yellow button on the console and pressed it tentatively.
An electric current flowed from the wizard's wand, and the wizard's body twitched and fell.
The door opened, and a burly man walked in, picked up his wand, and left.
Mycroft said lightly: "Technology, it's that simple."
And Hopkins' eyes did reveal a hint of shock.
The current wizards have begun to find ways to restrain them.
"Professor Hopkins, I hope you read more than these."
McCoff made an invitation, and Hopkins had no choice but to agree.
But his mind wandered elsewhere
These Muggles have already begun to learn about all aspects of wizards in a short time.
Similar to the previous magic test, how many times did they try?
Yes, this is not some occult professor.
In other words, he is a professor, but it is not occult science, but potion science.
Severus Snape.
He's a guy who fits in.
Snape, who was half-breed himself, was not as ignorant of the Muggle world as the others.
The identity in him is the result of magical manipulation.
As Mycroft walked into a laboratory, researchers in white coats were experimenting with some fragments.
Mycroft led him to a glass display case.
Inside are all land objects that appeared out of thin air from that Poland.
There were wands with only the handle left, some broken pieces of wood, and the carcasses of animals that looked like cats but weren't like cats.
"this."
Mycroft took a piece of wood from it and showed it to Hopkins.
"Rune." Snape, who was using a false identity, said in a deep voice, "an ancient script."
"Yes, these are all there, and I need you to translate the above text for me."
The Muggle world also has only a half-knowledge of runes, and more of them are half-guessed.
"I need to take things away," Hopkins said in a drawn voice. "I don't want anyone to disturb me."
"Professor Hopkins, I want you to understand that you are doing something very important."
"The more important it is, the more people should not bother me." Hopkins interrupted him.
Holding a piece of wood in front of his eyes, Hopkins said: "No one can crack it except me."
Mycroft looked at him critically, and after a while, he said, "I'll arrange for someone to keep you safe."
"No need, but if you need it, you can."
Hopkins took the chips away.
Mycroft watched him leave, not knowing what was in his eyes.
...
London, in a cafe.
Elegantly decorated, the old man is wearing a purple velvet suit, and his white beard makes people guess his age.
The waiter came over to put down a cup of coffee and asked with a smile, "Do you need anything else?"
"No, not for now, I'm waiting for someone..."
The waiter smiled and turned to leave.
And after she left, Dumbledore added two sugar cubes to the coffee.
He stirred the coffee and stopped suddenly.
Close your eyes, as if praying, but also as if savoring a familiar scene.
On the other side of him, the white-haired man looked at him quietly.
When Dumbledore opened his eyes, Grindelwald asked with a smile, "Do you come to this shop often?"
Dumbledore looked at the people who appeared, and he also smiled and said, "Actually, I don't come here often."
The familiar scene reappeared half a century later.
The difference is that one of the men back then was already gray-haired, and the other cheated to regain his youth.
Grindelwald sat across from him, and the two of them were different now.
There is no blood bond bound by love.
"How does it feel, Albus." Grindelwald looked at the face, "A world without me."
Dumbledore said: "It's not bad, it's very flat, but it's also very good."
"I thought you would be happier." Grindelwald shifted his gaze to the black marks left by the poisoning, "You should accept him."
"I don't want to be like you." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
Immortality, rejuvenation.
What a tempting thing.
But he refused again and again.
He looked old, his red hair had turned grizzled, and his white beard had grown and grown.
"Why, Grindelwald?"
He finally asked the doubt in his heart. He had been wanting to ask since Grindelwald walked out of Nurmengard.
Grindelwald didn't answer right away, he first looked at Dumbledore's cup, picked up a sugar cube from the sugar cube jar and put it in.
"Three pieces of candy are your taste." He stirred Dumbledore intimately for a few times, "You have forgotten the taste, just like you have forgotten your ideals."
"But that ideal is not what it is now." Dumbledore frowned.
Grindelwald said: "The greater good, which we have built together."
"But when you stopped me at all costs, I began to think about other possibilities." Grindelwald stopped stirring, and he looked into those eyes, "A way that we don't need to be enemies."
"Muggles are getting stronger and stronger, wizards are addicted to the glory of the past, and the brilliance of magic has become dim." Grindelwald pushed the coffee in front of Dumbledore and said deeply, "Only by overthrowing these things can he become brilliant."
Dumbledore said solemnly: "You will never recover."
"Like that time?" Grindelwald said with a smile, "You want to stop me?"
Dumbledore didn't know either, his feelings for Grindelwald were complicated.
Grindelwald shook his head, and smiled evilly: "You don't want to be my enemy, Dumbledore."
...
An extraordinary meeting took place in London.
The man known as the Professor of the Occult is a man in ancient last-century attire, with greasy hair.
Opposite him, Mycroft was looking at this man with scrutiny.
"Professor Hopkins," Mycroft said with a smile, "I think you know why I came here for you."
"Some funny 'wizard' legends." The corners of Hopkins' lips curled up into an uncomfortable smile, and he drew a long tone, as if mocking a high-level intellectual for believing these absurd things.
This is also a common attitude that many people hear about wizards.
Mycroft leaned back on the comfortable chair and asked, "Since you don't believe in it, why did you choose occultism?"
"The occult is not just those horrible magics." Hopkins said flatly, "I am more curious about who is worthy of asking government agencies to find those 'magic sticks'."
"One, a real wizard." Mycroft gathered his clothes and got up.
"Professor Hopkins, I don't think you mind leaving with me."
"To see a wizard?"
"No," said Mycroft, "go and see the magic."
He walked forward, and Hopkins waited a few seconds to follow.
The inside of the car is closed, and there is no way to see where it is.
Hopkins took his time.
The car drove for three hours.
There was a knock and the door was opened.
Hopkins stepped out, and the outside was off the street, but in a garage somewhere.
"This way." Mycroft walked ahead.
Hopkins followed.
One door after another was opened, and each door had to be swiped open with Mycroft's card.
Until the last one, it was a room with many control platforms, and the innermost part of the room, behind the transparent glass, was a pure white room.
Inside curled up a man.
When Hopkins saw the man, his pupils shrank.
And Mycroft said into the microphone, "Get up."
The man got up reflexively, and a pillar rose up in the middle of the white room.
There is a magic wand on it.
"Take up arms." Mycroft continued to order.
The men follow suit.
Hopkins watched intently.
At this moment, Mycroft looked at Hopkins, "Let's think about the abilities of wizards in those stories."
Hopkins knew that he was testing himself, so he pondered for a while and said, "Transform."
"Great idea, like the Evil Queen conjures a poisoned apple, and the Fairy Godmother conjures a pumpkin cart," Mycroft said into the microphone, transforming what was in front of him. "
Another pillar rises up, an apple.
The man said loudly, "I'm not familiar with Transfiguration."
"You have no choice, Conrad."
Konrad was captured and could only be forced to use Transfiguration.
It's just that his transfiguration was as bad as he said, and the apple turned into a hairy apple.
This miraculous scene will move people when they see it for the first time.
Hopkins stared at the apple.
"It's not magic, it's not pre-recorded footage," McCoff said.
"How did you get him?" Hopkins asked.
"Catch it?" Mycroft narrowed his eyes, "Why?"
"The wizards in the stories," said Hopkins, after a moment's thought, "are all evil, aren't they?"
"It does make sense," Mycroft said, turning his head to look at the imprisoned wizard, "He was in a rented house and made a special team member fall to the ground."
"It's surprising," Hopkins said, as if seeing a case in the knowledge he had learned for the first time. "You can catch him and trap him, so you're not afraid of him escaping?"
"That thing is his weapon, and a wizard without a weapon is no different from an ordinary person."
"You can press that yellow button," Mycroft told Hopkins.
Hopkins saw a yellow button on the console and pressed it tentatively.
An electric current flowed from the wizard's wand, and the wizard's body twitched and fell.
The door opened, and a burly man walked in, picked up his wand, and left.
Mycroft said lightly: "Technology, it's that simple."
And Hopkins' eyes did reveal a hint of shock.
The current wizards have begun to find ways to restrain them.
"Professor Hopkins, I hope you read more than these."
McCoff made an invitation, and Hopkins had no choice but to agree.
But his mind wandered elsewhere
These Muggles have already begun to learn about all aspects of wizards in a short time.
Similar to the previous magic test, how many times did they try?
Yes, this is not some occult professor.
In other words, he is a professor, but it is not occult science, but potion science.
Severus Snape.
He's a guy who fits in.
Snape, who was half-breed himself, was not as ignorant of the Muggle world as the others.
The identity in him is the result of magical manipulation.
As Mycroft walked into a laboratory, researchers in white coats were experimenting with some fragments.
Mycroft led him to a glass display case.
Inside are all land objects that appeared out of thin air from that Poland.
There were wands with only the handle left, some broken pieces of wood, and the carcasses of animals that looked like cats but weren't like cats.
"this."
Mycroft took a piece of wood from it and showed it to Hopkins.
"Rune." Snape, who was using a false identity, said in a deep voice, "an ancient script."
"Yes, these are all there, and I need you to translate the above text for me."
The Muggle world also has only a half-knowledge of runes, and more of them are half-guessed.
"I need to take things away," Hopkins said in a drawn voice. "I don't want anyone to disturb me."
"Professor Hopkins, I want you to understand that you are doing something very important."
"The more important it is, the more people should not bother me." Hopkins interrupted him.
Holding a piece of wood in front of his eyes, Hopkins said: "No one can crack it except me."
Mycroft looked at him critically, and after a while, he said, "I'll arrange for someone to keep you safe."
"No need, but if you need it, you can."
Hopkins took the chips away.
Mycroft watched him leave, not knowing what was in his eyes.
...
London, in a cafe.
Elegantly decorated, the old man is wearing a purple velvet suit, and his white beard makes people guess his age.
The waiter came over to put down a cup of coffee and asked with a smile, "Do you need anything else?"
"No, not for now, I'm waiting for someone..."
The waiter smiled and turned to leave.
And after she left, Dumbledore added two sugar cubes to the coffee.
He stirred the coffee and stopped suddenly.
Close your eyes, as if praying, but also as if savoring a familiar scene.
On the other side of him, the white-haired man looked at him quietly.
When Dumbledore opened his eyes, Grindelwald asked with a smile, "Do you come to this shop often?"
Dumbledore looked at the people who appeared, and he also smiled and said, "Actually, I don't come here often."
The familiar scene reappeared half a century later.
The difference is that one of the men back then was already gray-haired, and the other cheated to regain his youth.
Grindelwald sat across from him, and the two of them were different now.
There is no blood bond bound by love.
"How does it feel, Albus." Grindelwald looked at the face, "A world without me."
Dumbledore said: "It's not bad, it's very flat, but it's also very good."
"I thought you would be happier." Grindelwald shifted his gaze to the black marks left by the poisoning, "You should accept him."
"I don't want to be like you." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
Immortality, rejuvenation.
What a tempting thing.
But he refused again and again.
He looked old, his red hair had turned grizzled, and his white beard had grown and grown.
"Why, Grindelwald?"
He finally asked the doubt in his heart. He had been wanting to ask since Grindelwald walked out of Nurmengard.
Grindelwald didn't answer right away, he first looked at Dumbledore's cup, picked up a sugar cube from the sugar cube jar and put it in.
"Three pieces of candy are your taste." He stirred Dumbledore intimately for a few times, "You have forgotten the taste, just like you have forgotten your ideals."
"But that ideal is not what it is now." Dumbledore frowned.
Grindelwald said: "The greater good, which we have built together."
"But when you stopped me at all costs, I began to think about other possibilities." Grindelwald stopped stirring, and he looked into those eyes, "A way that we don't need to be enemies."
"Muggles are getting stronger and stronger, wizards are addicted to the glory of the past, and the brilliance of magic has become dim." Grindelwald pushed the coffee in front of Dumbledore and said deeply, "Only by overthrowing these things can he become brilliant."
Dumbledore said solemnly: "You will never recover."
"Like that time?" Grindelwald said with a smile, "You want to stop me?"
Dumbledore didn't know either, his feelings for Grindelwald were complicated.
Grindelwald shook his head, and smiled evilly: "You don't want to be my enemy, Dumbledore."
...
