Chapter 736 I See Farther Than Anyone
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Grindelwald said deeply to John after the rune text: "I didn't see far enough..."
"I see farther than anyone now, John Wick."
"You know where I can be found," he pointed at the different pupils, and smiled evilly, "Our battlefield is not here, you know."
"People outside will become your burden."
After all, his body twisted and disappeared.
And the runes of the entire Nurmengard came here.
Grindelwald has been in the tower for half a century, and the magic power here has condensed into the power to provide consumption.
John was buried in gold.
What happened to him now was the same as what had happened to Voldemort.
John, however, was no Voldemort.
Black air exploded in his eyes.
Then his body exploded.
In the golden ocean, black air is everywhere.
With a little bit of momentum, it turned into boundless darkness and went up.
John held up his right hand, swinging the sword.
The prison of golden runes shatters.
Outside the tower, the original golden tower, black cracks densely covered the text.
"Crack."
Words crumble.
Black covers the entire tower up to its spire.
Everything is submerged.
next second.
Black suddenly shrank into John's body.
He looked gloomy.
I glanced at the burning photos.
Until the last ray of flames swallowed, the photos of the flames disappeared.
He raised his hand and glanced at the hideous wound on the back of his hand.
The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Walking out of here, John glanced at one of the rooms, the mirror inside was covered with fog for some reason.
A line of words is appearing above.
Before the handwriting finished appearing, John waved his hand.
The mirror exploded.
He walked down the tower.
under the tower
Roses are dying.
And life is passing by.
There are not a few saints left, and they are fighting stubbornly.
Heart-piercing cries sounded, and John looked over.
Theodore lay in a pool of blood, his chest almost torn open.
Pan Xi hurriedly opened Bai Xian, and poured her trembling hands on the wound to stop the bleeding.
A saint casts a vicious spell, and Theodore pushes Pansy away, only to get hit himself.
Blood pooled on the ground where he lay.
Viscous blood doesn't look like it just flowed out.
John walked over and said lightly, "Get out of the way."
He ran his hand over Theodore's wound.
The hideous wound gradually closed.
Pansy wept with joy, and John got up calmly.
He looked around, and the last saint also died under Barty Jr.'s death curse.
Little Barty's white sideburns stretched upwards, and he looked quite haggard.
So far, let the dark time in the wizarding world pass.
This scene was also seen by everyone in the broadcast.
The second king personally led the team to complete all this.
And his reputation also became a legend in the magic world at this moment.
...
Sir Wick.
This name became everyone's respect for John Wick.
In front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the cheers seemed to be as loud as the Muggles next door could hear.
There are already many people around here.
Some people are crying, they are lamenting the hardships of this period, and at the same time they are happy for their future.
There are also people cheering, although their king has been trying to keep them from being shrouded in haze, but this is something to be happy about.
"[-]% off all merchandise, let's celebrate our victory!" Fred cheered.
George also cheered: "Asylum
Flag free delivery! "
He is indeed the person who knows how to do business in the Weasley family.
Their words immediately caused cheers from all the wizards, and they rushed into Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes to buy things one by one.
The joyful atmosphere is rendered.
The age of terror for the saints is over.
All the saints have become the past.
...
International Federation of Wizards.
The representatives of those countries also hugged and cheered like children.
This is a battle that has entangled them for a long time.
The death of the last saint let them relax like never before.
Only Percy, he wasn't happy.
He stared at the screen with waves in his eyes.
"Where's Grindelwald?"
Someone asked a question, which made the joyous atmosphere stagnant.
Immediately afterwards, everyone turned their heads to look at the king in the camera.
Yeah, where's Grindelwald?
Wang walked out of the tower, could it be that he killed Grindelwald?
The changes in the tower just now were caught in their eyes.
But Grindelwald is so easy to deal with?
They couldn't even see any wounds on John's body.
Is Grindelwald too weak, or John Wick is too strong.
They wanted to see from the mouth of the king that those things were over.
Whether it is the life of Grindelwald or the age of the saints.
They stared at the screen, waiting for Wang to speak.
...
Hogwarts.
A mirror shattered.
Dumbledore looked at the shards of the mirror, and he was silent.
The finger was cut by the lens and bleeding.
He raised his hand and the wound stopped bleeding.
He understood that those two people had been in contact.
But he understands even more that this contact will definitely not make people happy.
He had a sense of Grindelwald's purpose.
That is a crazy person, no matter before or now, he
They all look the same.
It seems that among the people who have changed, only oneself?
Dumbledore sighed involuntarily.
The third of three brothers.
He always has been.
...
John looked around the past, and his losses were not that great.
It was a war watched by wizards all over the world.
And did he win this war?
not at all.
Grindelwald left.
This is not the stage for his sacrifice. Grindelwald, who can see the future, chooses to arrange his death.
Between honorably following the death of a saint, or trying to make magic great, he chose the latter.
John also knew Grindelwald's current strength through the fight just now.
Level 7.
Without using the Elder Wand, John's strength is almost the same as Grindelwald's.
With the blessing of the Elder Wand, the outcome of the two is still unknown.
"You've been cruel all your life, but now you're talking about kindness?"
John sneered, if he didn't start the war in Nurmengard, did he think the stage wasn't big enough, or did he think this place couldn't be used as a resting place?
Grindelwald will not be kind.
As he puts it, he's an alter ego of John Wick.
John, on the other hand, will not hand over everything easily.
The two big men under Nurmengard finally came to the end along the passage.
They stared at the rusty thing and looked at each other.
"I seem to have seen this."
"I also remember where I saw it."
The two IQs that made Professor Flitwick pat his head and worry, after thinking for a while, finally remembered what they were.
"I remember it being in a Muggle documentary, what do they call this..."
"Don't remember, I just remember it going to explode."
"
Oh, it turned out to explode. "
After speaking, Galton stayed, and he looked at Crabbe.
That higher IQ finally worked.
The two hurried up the stairs behind the passage.
"This is going to explode!"
They cried out in terror.
Crabbe was also kicked by Goyle's heel.
Regardless of the pain, they ran up and screamed.
And such a noisy movement also attracted John.
The old antique corroded by magic power under the high tower was walking hard for the last few minutes.
It was a big one born with the Ministry of Magic in Poland.
Its brother has disappeared, and as a big fat man who came out of the same door, it also needs to choose to take some people away.
There was a ticking sound.
The beating second hand came to the last frame.
...
America.
Webb was held in the most secret place.
He was interrogated, and Muggle Veritaserum, a substance that relaxes people's nerves so that they can easily ask secrets, was injected into his body.
Webb, who was bound all over, grinned.
It seems to have been confused by this comforting thing.
"what's your name?"
"Web Dylan."
"Are you a wizard?"
"Yes."
The questioner is a doctor who serves the American mysterious organization.
He stared at Webb, the corners of his lips curled slightly, as if he was mocking, and so-called wizards were nothing more than that.
After Mr. Mike participated in the unrecorded negotiation, he was talking about the magical world incoherently.
As a high-achieving student who grew up in science and technology, the doctor scoffed at the so-called magic.
In his view, those magics were nothing more than advanced magic.
what can be done, but
It's a small change.
Pistol and bullets, let this wizard be caught without a fight.
There is nothing that technology cannot solve.
The doctor continued to ask questions with disdain.
"Tell me something."
"Some things?" Webb, who was still in a daze, looked at the doctor.
Those eyes, with unprecedented clarity.
Muggle Veritaserum, didn't work.
In other words, in front of a wizard who has learned Occlumency, it is useless.
"I can tell you whatever you want to know."
Webb stared at the doctor and said, "Everything."
"I see farther than anyone now, John Wick."
"You know where I can be found," he pointed at the different pupils, and smiled evilly, "Our battlefield is not here, you know."
"People outside will become your burden."
After all, his body twisted and disappeared.
And the runes of the entire Nurmengard came here.
Grindelwald has been in the tower for half a century, and the magic power here has condensed into the power to provide consumption.
John was buried in gold.
What happened to him now was the same as what had happened to Voldemort.
John, however, was no Voldemort.
Black air exploded in his eyes.
Then his body exploded.
In the golden ocean, black air is everywhere.
With a little bit of momentum, it turned into boundless darkness and went up.
John held up his right hand, swinging the sword.
The prison of golden runes shatters.
Outside the tower, the original golden tower, black cracks densely covered the text.
"Crack."
Words crumble.
Black covers the entire tower up to its spire.
Everything is submerged.
next second.
Black suddenly shrank into John's body.
He looked gloomy.
I glanced at the burning photos.
Until the last ray of flames swallowed, the photos of the flames disappeared.
He raised his hand and glanced at the hideous wound on the back of his hand.
The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Walking out of here, John glanced at one of the rooms, the mirror inside was covered with fog for some reason.
A line of words is appearing above.
Before the handwriting finished appearing, John waved his hand.
The mirror exploded.
He walked down the tower.
under the tower
Roses are dying.
And life is passing by.
There are not a few saints left, and they are fighting stubbornly.
Heart-piercing cries sounded, and John looked over.
Theodore lay in a pool of blood, his chest almost torn open.
Pan Xi hurriedly opened Bai Xian, and poured her trembling hands on the wound to stop the bleeding.
A saint casts a vicious spell, and Theodore pushes Pansy away, only to get hit himself.
Blood pooled on the ground where he lay.
Viscous blood doesn't look like it just flowed out.
John walked over and said lightly, "Get out of the way."
He ran his hand over Theodore's wound.
The hideous wound gradually closed.
Pansy wept with joy, and John got up calmly.
He looked around, and the last saint also died under Barty Jr.'s death curse.
Little Barty's white sideburns stretched upwards, and he looked quite haggard.
So far, let the dark time in the wizarding world pass.
This scene was also seen by everyone in the broadcast.
The second king personally led the team to complete all this.
And his reputation also became a legend in the magic world at this moment.
...
Sir Wick.
This name became everyone's respect for John Wick.
In front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the cheers seemed to be as loud as the Muggles next door could hear.
There are already many people around here.
Some people are crying, they are lamenting the hardships of this period, and at the same time they are happy for their future.
There are also people cheering, although their king has been trying to keep them from being shrouded in haze, but this is something to be happy about.
"[-]% off all merchandise, let's celebrate our victory!" Fred cheered.
George also cheered: "Asylum
Flag free delivery! "
He is indeed the person who knows how to do business in the Weasley family.
Their words immediately caused cheers from all the wizards, and they rushed into Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes to buy things one by one.
The joyful atmosphere is rendered.
The age of terror for the saints is over.
All the saints have become the past.
...
International Federation of Wizards.
The representatives of those countries also hugged and cheered like children.
This is a battle that has entangled them for a long time.
The death of the last saint let them relax like never before.
Only Percy, he wasn't happy.
He stared at the screen with waves in his eyes.
"Where's Grindelwald?"
Someone asked a question, which made the joyous atmosphere stagnant.
Immediately afterwards, everyone turned their heads to look at the king in the camera.
Yeah, where's Grindelwald?
Wang walked out of the tower, could it be that he killed Grindelwald?
The changes in the tower just now were caught in their eyes.
But Grindelwald is so easy to deal with?
They couldn't even see any wounds on John's body.
Is Grindelwald too weak, or John Wick is too strong.
They wanted to see from the mouth of the king that those things were over.
Whether it is the life of Grindelwald or the age of the saints.
They stared at the screen, waiting for Wang to speak.
...
Hogwarts.
A mirror shattered.
Dumbledore looked at the shards of the mirror, and he was silent.
The finger was cut by the lens and bleeding.
He raised his hand and the wound stopped bleeding.
He understood that those two people had been in contact.
But he understands even more that this contact will definitely not make people happy.
He had a sense of Grindelwald's purpose.
That is a crazy person, no matter before or now, he
They all look the same.
It seems that among the people who have changed, only oneself?
Dumbledore sighed involuntarily.
The third of three brothers.
He always has been.
...
John looked around the past, and his losses were not that great.
It was a war watched by wizards all over the world.
And did he win this war?
not at all.
Grindelwald left.
This is not the stage for his sacrifice. Grindelwald, who can see the future, chooses to arrange his death.
Between honorably following the death of a saint, or trying to make magic great, he chose the latter.
John also knew Grindelwald's current strength through the fight just now.
Level 7.
Without using the Elder Wand, John's strength is almost the same as Grindelwald's.
With the blessing of the Elder Wand, the outcome of the two is still unknown.
"You've been cruel all your life, but now you're talking about kindness?"
John sneered, if he didn't start the war in Nurmengard, did he think the stage wasn't big enough, or did he think this place couldn't be used as a resting place?
Grindelwald will not be kind.
As he puts it, he's an alter ego of John Wick.
John, on the other hand, will not hand over everything easily.
The two big men under Nurmengard finally came to the end along the passage.
They stared at the rusty thing and looked at each other.
"I seem to have seen this."
"I also remember where I saw it."
The two IQs that made Professor Flitwick pat his head and worry, after thinking for a while, finally remembered what they were.
"I remember it being in a Muggle documentary, what do they call this..."
"Don't remember, I just remember it going to explode."
"
Oh, it turned out to explode. "
After speaking, Galton stayed, and he looked at Crabbe.
That higher IQ finally worked.
The two hurried up the stairs behind the passage.
"This is going to explode!"
They cried out in terror.
Crabbe was also kicked by Goyle's heel.
Regardless of the pain, they ran up and screamed.
And such a noisy movement also attracted John.
The old antique corroded by magic power under the high tower was walking hard for the last few minutes.
It was a big one born with the Ministry of Magic in Poland.
Its brother has disappeared, and as a big fat man who came out of the same door, it also needs to choose to take some people away.
There was a ticking sound.
The beating second hand came to the last frame.
...
America.
Webb was held in the most secret place.
He was interrogated, and Muggle Veritaserum, a substance that relaxes people's nerves so that they can easily ask secrets, was injected into his body.
Webb, who was bound all over, grinned.
It seems to have been confused by this comforting thing.
"what's your name?"
"Web Dylan."
"Are you a wizard?"
"Yes."
The questioner is a doctor who serves the American mysterious organization.
He stared at Webb, the corners of his lips curled slightly, as if he was mocking, and so-called wizards were nothing more than that.
After Mr. Mike participated in the unrecorded negotiation, he was talking about the magical world incoherently.
As a high-achieving student who grew up in science and technology, the doctor scoffed at the so-called magic.
In his view, those magics were nothing more than advanced magic.
what can be done, but
It's a small change.
Pistol and bullets, let this wizard be caught without a fight.
There is nothing that technology cannot solve.
The doctor continued to ask questions with disdain.
"Tell me something."
"Some things?" Webb, who was still in a daze, looked at the doctor.
Those eyes, with unprecedented clarity.
Muggle Veritaserum, didn't work.
In other words, in front of a wizard who has learned Occlumency, it is useless.
"I can tell you whatever you want to know."
Webb stared at the doctor and said, "Everything."
