Chapter 732 Walk out of the tower and fight back
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
On a cloudy sky brewing a violent storm.
Two owls, one black and one white, shuttled among the clouds.
Lightning flashed ferociously across the sky.
The lightning turned into a ball and rolled between the owl's feathers, and the owl made a cooing sound.
On the empty ocean, layers of ripples emerged.
In the owl's eye, it is clearly visible.
A thunder flashed from the sky, brightening the whole world.
On the surface of the sea, faint blue lights emerged.
Immediately afterwards, ghost ships emerged from the sea one after another.
"There's nothing here," Goyle muttered, and Crabbe nodded in agreement.
Little Barty frowned. As the strongest among the crowd after John, he couldn't see through this place.
Crazy Loyalty Curse.
This is known as the safest defensive spell.
To hide such a large place, Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, must do it himself.
As the caster, Grindelwald cannot be the keeper.
This is a way to keep secrets in the soul.
Once John also needed the help of an owl to find the old house of Blake hidden by the Fidelity Curse.
And Grindelwald's Fidelity Curse can't even find the location of an owl.
With Grindelwald's prudence, he will not release the secret keeper.
If it weren't for the ripples produced by Nurmengard's constant movement, it would have taken a lot of effort for John to find this place.
John didn't need to be invited, even though the Fidelity Charm would keep the unwanted from sticking their noses to the windows.
John glanced at the sliding ripple, the magic's only flaw.
The movement of such a huge building will make those fishes hide.
Greengrass' Fleet
Searching the seabed, found this scene, and found Nurmengard.
When John stood on the deck, the white-haired wizard in Nurmengard sensed something.
...
Grindelwald opened his eyes.
Inside this retro-decorated mobile cage.
He felt it.
The person you want arrives.
Empty room, no second person.
Those who used to follow him have disappeared, and those who follow him are dying for their ideals.
Grindelwald is a lonely person. From beginning to end, there are only two people standing beside him.
One stopped him the first time, the other stopped him the second time.
He stood in front of the mirror, tidying his white hair.
His fingers stroked the hair, he paused, and looked at the red spots on his fingers.
The person in the mirror seems to be older.
Yeah, getting old all the time.
Even if it is rejuvenation, it still cannot escape the teasing of time.
That coveted symbol of power sits on the table, framed next to it.
The young wizards stood together, like a free-flying blond boy, trying to get the white-haired boy behind him into the mirror.
The red-haired boy next to him smiled subtly, cooperating with his prank.
This is the only photo of the three of them together.
The singing of cicadas that summer was accompanied by the impact of ideals, and the death of reality washed away the connected hearts.
The Elder Wand of the Boss.
The second resurrection stone.
The third child's invisibility cloak.
The three brothers separated.
Their legends also shaped the puppet show.
Grindelwald held out his hand.
He stopped before the picture frame he was about to touch, and finally landed on the Elder Wand.
This magic wand of power is greedy for strength and only serves the strong.
like that person
Idea, power comes first.
The tower I built imprisoned that lonely heart for a lifetime.
Grindelwald walked in the tower, step by step down the tower where he imprisoned himself.
In the rose field under the tower, the rose that is about to bloom has stretched its body.
Blood coagulates in its stamens.
This time, Grindelwald's hand touched the flower.
Beautiful, fragile, delicate.
"What a fascinating thing." Grindelwald stroked the flowers with his fingers, just like stroking his lover's hair.
The feeling of obsession makes people linger.
But the reality is always like a coming storm, ruthlessly destroying everything.
Grindelwald looked up.
The saints are waiting for him.
The wizarding world has cornered these people, and they are just a group of wingless birds stranded on an isolated island.
There was nothing to do but wait to be submerged by the waves of the storm with the isolated island.
Either it is the madness at the end, or it ends in a slump.
Grindelwald looked at his compatriots.
"My brothers and sisters," said Grindelwald's uniquely charismatic voice, "we made it to the end."
He opened his arms as if to hug them all.
"We have no way out."
"Today, magic will be great again," he said deeply, "raise your heads, you should be proud."
"In this world of decay and decay, we light the fire."
"The fire burns the blasphemers that rot, cleansing magic."
The saints looked up, and there was some light in their dark eyes.
"We failed, yes, failed." Grindelwald paced into the saints, his voice as contagious as John's ever been.
Applaud him so moving.
"I won't deny failure, not reconciled? No! Not at all!"
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the black and gloomy sky, and a long and melodious voice sounded.
"Power comes first!"
"What do you see? Magic, yes, magic!" exclaimed Grindelwald. "Magic is great again under our baptism."
"They came here, we are the pioneers, and the pioneers are destined to be excluded," Grindelwald had a tear in the corner of his eyes, he looked at the saints, and said softly, "We are the holy fire, lit again, after the baptism, Make the world a cleaner place."
"Use magic...magic!"
His finger fell slowly, pointing there, beyond the mist.
"Power comes first, baptize them, make them stronger, and make magic even greater!"
The flames of fanaticism rekindled in the dim eyes.
The saints looked over there.
They are already hopeless, and in that case, it is better to burn yourself.
Just like at the beginning, full of dreams, burning myself for the magical world.
They are martyrs, sacrifices.
They are idealists, they don't need food, they just need water and bread, ideals are their motivation.
The heart was dug out, and they filled it with ideals as motivation.
It is better to live than to die like before, and it is better to go crazy towards death and life now.
Failure is terrible.
But failure after not doing our best is a shame and a blasphemy against ideals!
"Power comes first!"
shouted the saint.
"Make Magic Great Again!"
Grindelwald's mission has been completed, he looks over there.
Ready.
This battle that witnessed the birth of the throne
Role.
Is the king who once failed sweeping back, or is the new king swallowing everything with a storm.
Is it dusk or dawn?
Doomsday and new life.
wait.
The coming of that kingly conquest.
Wizards all over the world are watching here.
Including the first king.
...
Hogwarts.
A fast fur ball flew across the sky above the Forbidden Forest, and then a big cat ran up the canopy and flew up to catch the fur ball.
The ground shook, and Gropp was as happy as a child, clapping his hands and jumping up and down.
The little wizards who were taking Hagrid's class were used to it. Not only were they not afraid, but they even pestered Hagrid hoping to see the legendary giant brother who guarded Hogwarts once.
In the past, they avoided these things.
Hagrid always said proudly that Glop had learned addition and subtraction within a hundred at this time.
Zouwu runs fast, and its big peony-like tail flicks, attracting many birds to follow its tail.
In Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was still strict. Her only regret was that she lost to Slytherin by ten points in the Quidditch match Gryffindor this year.
If it weren't for Ravenclaw's Seeker, Gryffindor could have opened up more points in that game, and they wouldn't have lost.
Professor Flitwick used his wand to demonstrate the key points of the levitation spell that would be encountered in this exam, with a flick of the wrist.
Professor Sprout smiled happily as she looked at some of the herbal insights Neville had sent.
Snape's unchanging yin and yang, tricky and mean, became more serious, especially after seeing Gryffindor.
These are the daily routines of Hogwarts.
The place has become untouched.
those without voldemort
There is no evil coveting, and there is no Ministry of Magic to intervene.
Dumbledore's retirement at Hogwarts was supposed to begin for Slughorn's predecessor.
Dumbledore is adding a spoonful of honey to milk.
Dumbledore paused as Fawkes burst into flames.
...
"Then let's fight."
John looked flat, his wand raised.
At the same time, two owls in the sky were struck by lightning.
next second.
"Wow—!"
Basil and Riddle's eyes glowed with white light, their wings spread out, and their sharp claws wrapped around lightning and flew high in the sky.
The claws are like knives, cutting open the pockets of lightning in the sky.
Hundreds of thunder and lightning dances were guided to fall.
Silver snakes dance wildly on the sea.
A tall tower on the sea is revealed.
Lightning fell on the shield and flickered continuously.
This is a very powerful protective spell.
And John has completed charging the magic, and there is a ball of light the size of a basketball on the tip of his wand.
"Reducto"
An old deep voice sounded.
There are cracks all over the photosphere.
A click.
The ball of light shattered.
Bright as day.
...
Two owls, one black and one white, shuttled among the clouds.
Lightning flashed ferociously across the sky.
The lightning turned into a ball and rolled between the owl's feathers, and the owl made a cooing sound.
On the empty ocean, layers of ripples emerged.
In the owl's eye, it is clearly visible.
A thunder flashed from the sky, brightening the whole world.
On the surface of the sea, faint blue lights emerged.
Immediately afterwards, ghost ships emerged from the sea one after another.
"There's nothing here," Goyle muttered, and Crabbe nodded in agreement.
Little Barty frowned. As the strongest among the crowd after John, he couldn't see through this place.
Crazy Loyalty Curse.
This is known as the safest defensive spell.
To hide such a large place, Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, must do it himself.
As the caster, Grindelwald cannot be the keeper.
This is a way to keep secrets in the soul.
Once John also needed the help of an owl to find the old house of Blake hidden by the Fidelity Curse.
And Grindelwald's Fidelity Curse can't even find the location of an owl.
With Grindelwald's prudence, he will not release the secret keeper.
If it weren't for the ripples produced by Nurmengard's constant movement, it would have taken a lot of effort for John to find this place.
John didn't need to be invited, even though the Fidelity Charm would keep the unwanted from sticking their noses to the windows.
John glanced at the sliding ripple, the magic's only flaw.
The movement of such a huge building will make those fishes hide.
Greengrass' Fleet
Searching the seabed, found this scene, and found Nurmengard.
When John stood on the deck, the white-haired wizard in Nurmengard sensed something.
...
Grindelwald opened his eyes.
Inside this retro-decorated mobile cage.
He felt it.
The person you want arrives.
Empty room, no second person.
Those who used to follow him have disappeared, and those who follow him are dying for their ideals.
Grindelwald is a lonely person. From beginning to end, there are only two people standing beside him.
One stopped him the first time, the other stopped him the second time.
He stood in front of the mirror, tidying his white hair.
His fingers stroked the hair, he paused, and looked at the red spots on his fingers.
The person in the mirror seems to be older.
Yeah, getting old all the time.
Even if it is rejuvenation, it still cannot escape the teasing of time.
That coveted symbol of power sits on the table, framed next to it.
The young wizards stood together, like a free-flying blond boy, trying to get the white-haired boy behind him into the mirror.
The red-haired boy next to him smiled subtly, cooperating with his prank.
This is the only photo of the three of them together.
The singing of cicadas that summer was accompanied by the impact of ideals, and the death of reality washed away the connected hearts.
The Elder Wand of the Boss.
The second resurrection stone.
The third child's invisibility cloak.
The three brothers separated.
Their legends also shaped the puppet show.
Grindelwald held out his hand.
He stopped before the picture frame he was about to touch, and finally landed on the Elder Wand.
This magic wand of power is greedy for strength and only serves the strong.
like that person
Idea, power comes first.
The tower I built imprisoned that lonely heart for a lifetime.
Grindelwald walked in the tower, step by step down the tower where he imprisoned himself.
In the rose field under the tower, the rose that is about to bloom has stretched its body.
Blood coagulates in its stamens.
This time, Grindelwald's hand touched the flower.
Beautiful, fragile, delicate.
"What a fascinating thing." Grindelwald stroked the flowers with his fingers, just like stroking his lover's hair.
The feeling of obsession makes people linger.
But the reality is always like a coming storm, ruthlessly destroying everything.
Grindelwald looked up.
The saints are waiting for him.
The wizarding world has cornered these people, and they are just a group of wingless birds stranded on an isolated island.
There was nothing to do but wait to be submerged by the waves of the storm with the isolated island.
Either it is the madness at the end, or it ends in a slump.
Grindelwald looked at his compatriots.
"My brothers and sisters," said Grindelwald's uniquely charismatic voice, "we made it to the end."
He opened his arms as if to hug them all.
"We have no way out."
"Today, magic will be great again," he said deeply, "raise your heads, you should be proud."
"In this world of decay and decay, we light the fire."
"The fire burns the blasphemers that rot, cleansing magic."
The saints looked up, and there was some light in their dark eyes.
"We failed, yes, failed." Grindelwald paced into the saints, his voice as contagious as John's ever been.
Applaud him so moving.
"I won't deny failure, not reconciled? No! Not at all!"
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the black and gloomy sky, and a long and melodious voice sounded.
"Power comes first!"
"What do you see? Magic, yes, magic!" exclaimed Grindelwald. "Magic is great again under our baptism."
"They came here, we are the pioneers, and the pioneers are destined to be excluded," Grindelwald had a tear in the corner of his eyes, he looked at the saints, and said softly, "We are the holy fire, lit again, after the baptism, Make the world a cleaner place."
"Use magic...magic!"
His finger fell slowly, pointing there, beyond the mist.
"Power comes first, baptize them, make them stronger, and make magic even greater!"
The flames of fanaticism rekindled in the dim eyes.
The saints looked over there.
They are already hopeless, and in that case, it is better to burn yourself.
Just like at the beginning, full of dreams, burning myself for the magical world.
They are martyrs, sacrifices.
They are idealists, they don't need food, they just need water and bread, ideals are their motivation.
The heart was dug out, and they filled it with ideals as motivation.
It is better to live than to die like before, and it is better to go crazy towards death and life now.
Failure is terrible.
But failure after not doing our best is a shame and a blasphemy against ideals!
"Power comes first!"
shouted the saint.
"Make Magic Great Again!"
Grindelwald's mission has been completed, he looks over there.
Ready.
This battle that witnessed the birth of the throne
Role.
Is the king who once failed sweeping back, or is the new king swallowing everything with a storm.
Is it dusk or dawn?
Doomsday and new life.
wait.
The coming of that kingly conquest.
Wizards all over the world are watching here.
Including the first king.
...
Hogwarts.
A fast fur ball flew across the sky above the Forbidden Forest, and then a big cat ran up the canopy and flew up to catch the fur ball.
The ground shook, and Gropp was as happy as a child, clapping his hands and jumping up and down.
The little wizards who were taking Hagrid's class were used to it. Not only were they not afraid, but they even pestered Hagrid hoping to see the legendary giant brother who guarded Hogwarts once.
In the past, they avoided these things.
Hagrid always said proudly that Glop had learned addition and subtraction within a hundred at this time.
Zouwu runs fast, and its big peony-like tail flicks, attracting many birds to follow its tail.
In Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was still strict. Her only regret was that she lost to Slytherin by ten points in the Quidditch match Gryffindor this year.
If it weren't for Ravenclaw's Seeker, Gryffindor could have opened up more points in that game, and they wouldn't have lost.
Professor Flitwick used his wand to demonstrate the key points of the levitation spell that would be encountered in this exam, with a flick of the wrist.
Professor Sprout smiled happily as she looked at some of the herbal insights Neville had sent.
Snape's unchanging yin and yang, tricky and mean, became more serious, especially after seeing Gryffindor.
These are the daily routines of Hogwarts.
The place has become untouched.
those without voldemort
There is no evil coveting, and there is no Ministry of Magic to intervene.
Dumbledore's retirement at Hogwarts was supposed to begin for Slughorn's predecessor.
Dumbledore is adding a spoonful of honey to milk.
Dumbledore paused as Fawkes burst into flames.
...
"Then let's fight."
John looked flat, his wand raised.
At the same time, two owls in the sky were struck by lightning.
next second.
"Wow—!"
Basil and Riddle's eyes glowed with white light, their wings spread out, and their sharp claws wrapped around lightning and flew high in the sky.
The claws are like knives, cutting open the pockets of lightning in the sky.
Hundreds of thunder and lightning dances were guided to fall.
Silver snakes dance wildly on the sea.
A tall tower on the sea is revealed.
Lightning fell on the shield and flickered continuously.
This is a very powerful protective spell.
And John has completed charging the magic, and there is a ball of light the size of a basketball on the tip of his wand.
"Reducto"
An old deep voice sounded.
There are cracks all over the photosphere.
A click.
The ball of light shattered.
Bright as day.
...
