Grindelwald continues.

"Smack!"

"I—"

Carl was so hurt that he couldn't even speak.

"Get moving, boy!" said Grindelwald.

And then again.

"Smack!"

"My day!"

"Smack!"

"I-"

"Smack!"

"Stop—"

"Smack!"

"Stop!!" Karl shouted.

Grindelwald finally stopped.

Carl hurriedly touched his body and found that there was not even a single wound, but it hurt terribly.

Seeing Grindelwald wave his wand again, Karl hurriedly said, "Can you listen to me first!"

Grindelwald gave him a look and motioned for him to hurry.

The wand in his hand was raised high, like a sword of judgment.

Carl was frightened and hurriedly used his magic to make an exposed stone on the ground fly to his hand.

Spread out his hand and said to Grindelwald, "I have been training this power for seven whole years before I knew it was magic, and I never slouched for a day. ”

He pointed to the huge sequoia tree that Grindelwald had asked him to uproot.

"What you asked me to do, it may be possible in the future, but now, it's impossible. ”

After years of training, even if this training didn't make his magic really stronger, through training, Carl knew very well where his limits were.

Now, he can make a multi-ton boulder float with magic without using a wand, but let him use his magic to pull out an American redwood.

Just kidding, right?

There was silence all around, and suddenly, Grindelwald spoke:

"How do you train it?"

"What?" Karl was numb from the pain, but he didn't recover yet.

"I mean, how did you train your magic before?" Grindelwald repeated.

"Grab something?" Karl said, uncertain.

And his words immediately attracted two whips for him.

"Idiot!"

"Smack!"

"Idiot!"

"Smack!"

Carl screamed in pain.

After two strokes, Grindelwald finally stopped.

Carl looked at him with tears in his eyes.

It's not that he wants to cry, it's that the tears come down by themselves.

"If you want to beat someone, just say it, can you not take what others can't do and make it difficult for others. ”

Carl looked at Grindelwald aggrievedly, as if he would cry at any moment.

"Put away those eyes, boy!" Grindelwald gave him a disdainful look.

"Don't use this trick on me! I'm better at it than you are!"

Nima!

Carl almost choked to death from saliva.

What is this?

Does the son inherit the father's business?

There was no way, the ultimate move was not good, so Carl had to reason with the old man.

Pointing to the redwood tree, Carl looked helplessly at Grindelwald.

"It's impossible for you to make me do this, okay. ”

Surprisingly, Grindelwald didn't pump him this time.

"What do you think the magic is, boy?"

"This ......"

Carl was a little embarrassed, there were countless theories about the nature of magic in countless books, and he couldn't finish talking about what he had read, even if it took three days and three nights.

Grindelwald saw his embarrassment and shook his head, "Okay, change the question—"

"When you don't use magic with a wand...... Well, let's be a little more intuitive. ”

Grindelwald pointed to the stone that was still in Carl's hand, "What did you think of magic when you used it to fly to your hand just now?"

"Arms?"

Karl cautiously gave the answer, for fear that Grindelwald would whip him again.

Even with both hands and feet, the whole person curled up in a ball, this appearance made Grindelwald raise the wand down again.

Sighing, Grindelwald said angrily, "You can't use magic as an arm, little fool!"

"Don't take your magic for the stupid minds of Muggle comics!"

"Do you know comics?" Karl asked.

"Smack!" - "Smack!"

Nima, it's all out of rhythm, hey!

Carl was beaten with a skewer of head rats.

After a few more blows, seeing that Grindelwald's next whip was about to be drawn, he hurriedly made a gesture of surrender.

"Stop, Stop, Stop!!"

He shouted.

"You say!, I promise not to interject again!!" Karl assured desperately.

Reassured, Grindelwald finally lowered his arm.

He looked at Carl angrily, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Magic isn't that kind of thing, little fool! Don't be stupid enough to think it's part of your body!!"

"Only trolls and fools like you do things purely with their bodies!"

And giants.

Karl pouted, but wisely remained silent under Grindelwald's gaze.

"You're a wizard! Wizards rely on their minds, not their bodies! You have to use magic as an extension of your mind!"

Grindelwald glared at him.

"Don't think of magic as your arm, hide it in your mind!"

"Of course, you can't grab things too heavily with your arms, but your thoughts are different!"

As he spoke, Grindelwald pointed to the tree.

"You have to command it to come out of the ground on its own!"

"Don't be limited by your preconceived notions!!"

"Focus on what you want to do!Believe you can do it!!"

"You're so talented that you know it!"

Perhaps angry, Grindelwald involuntarily raised his arms again, and Carl was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his hands.

"Okay, okay, I'll get started. ”

He nodded at Grindelwald several times like a chicken eating rice.

No way, he was already scared.

Tineema hurts.

Karl turned his gaze to the redwood tree that Grindelwald had pointed out to him, and began to concentrate.

To be honest, with magic hidden in his mind, he really hadn't tried such a thing.

Due to the inherent inertia of thinking, he has always regarded it as a mental motivation from the moment he discovered that he possessed this special ability beyond ordinary people.

Later, even if he knew that the power he mastered was magic, he never thought about it deeply.

When he entered Hogwarts, he was immediately drawn to the vast amount of magical knowledge in the library.

Now that I think about it, he did think wrong.

In fact, before he entered school, from the time he read the book "Theory of Magic" that Nicol and Louise bought him in Diagon Alley, he knew that magic was not science at all.

But now, a year and a half has passed, and he is still instinctively looking at its origin, magic, in a scientific way.

It's the opposite of what happened.

If you think about it, only the human mind, such a completely fanciful thing, can harness the completely abstract existence of magic.

He should have thought of it sooner.

But sometimes, the truth is just a layer of window paper away from you.

Just pierce it, and the truth will appear before your eyes immediately.

But the difficulty is, how do you know which window the truth is hidden in?