"Grindelwald..."

"Grindelwald..."

"Grindelwald. ”

The murmur grew clearer from far to near.

It was like someone's sigh, and it was like singing.

On the empty street, the white-haired man slowly stopped.

In front of him was a street lined with tall buildings, black and oppressed, without any color, empty and empty, and the only sound was the sound of a song wafting in the wind.

"Grindelwald, keep silent, Grindelwald, just say it and don't do it, Grindelwald, get nothing......"

Accompanied by a strange and peculiar ballad, a row of little girls dressed in red ran hand in hand from the empty street in front of them. The children were singing songs and turning their heads to look at Grindelwald, who were petite and delicate, but each of them had the appearance of a grown man, white and hollow.

He closed his eyes expressionlessly, clenched his wand and swiped it over.

Ahh

The little girl holding hands was torn in half from the middle, and the sharp spell sliced through the streets, the buildings, the air, the world, and everything was torn apart like a canvas.

It's quiet.

However, after tearing it open, he came to another place.

Cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff is an abyss, and above the abyss, a man is holding two people who are about to fall into the abyss, it is Fatil Drazes.

And the two people who fell off the cliff were himself, and the other was familiar to him, the young Jacob Bohan, the second ancestor of the bad gambler who had done so many things.

He actually returned to the summer of 1913, a turning point in his life.

Beside him, Jacob was still saying in a trembling voice, "Dharma..... Fatil, no...... No way..... This won't work......"

"Fatil, what are you thinking!

"Don't let go of this hand, let go of the other one. ”

Grindelwald looked at it all strangely, and he gradually understood where he was, but he didn't know when and where he fell into a dream, just as a dreamer can never remember anything outside of a dream.

Smack.

After some struggle, it was not himself who fell off the cliff, but Jacob beside him.

After Fatil pulled him up, his expressionless face fluctuated in a rare way.

"Is this what you've always fantasized about?"

Someone behind him laughed and said, "No wonder no one can understand you."

If someone has lived for more than sixty years and still longs for love in his heart, then it has to be said that he is either a woman or a madman. ”

Grindelwald turned around, and behind the huge Mount Kilimanjaro, there was a monster almost larger than the mountain, covering the sky and the sun, like a giant whale flying in the sky.

It has countless arms, its lower body is a jellyfish-like flying tentacles, its head is wrapped in a cloud of black smoke, there is no nose and no mouth, every hair on its head is a tentacle hundreds of meters long, only the eyes as huge as a lake, projecting endless reincarnation and void.

Standing like an ant at the monster's feet, Grindelwald didn't say a word, and the black Elder's wand turned into a black sharp knife in his hand. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then stabbed himself in the side.

......

......

At the Klausnik base in Germany, in the black and oppressive clouds, there were occasional sharp pillars of light swept by.

At the outpost three hundred meters away, an officer with a telescope in his hand frowned.

"What are they doing? Major. ”

Beside the officer, a soldier with a gun on his back asked curiously.

"It seems like nothing has been done. ”

The man with the telescope handed the telescope to the soldier next to him with a confused expression: "Come and see, is this what the interview looks like?"

The soldier took the binoculars and looked at them.

In the round lenses, you can clearly see that at the top of the tower used by the wizard for meditation in the distance, two people are sitting facing each other.

One of them was a woman in a gray blanket, confined to a wheelchair with no hair on her head, her head tilted, a wand on her knees, and her body trembling slightly.

Ten meters in front of her, there sat a man with a straight waist, his hands on his knees, his head hanging over his shoulders, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

"Is Lord Grindelwald asleep?"

The soldier put down his binoculars and asked confusedly.

No one answered.

When he lowered the binoculars, the officer next to him had fallen to the ground at some point, his eyes closed, and he snored slightly.

This scene made his eyes widen, and before he could ask any questions, he suddenly felt lightheaded, and a thick sleepiness welled up in his heart, and he fell irrepressibly to the ground, on the officer's body.

......

......

The black sharp knife pierced the air like a needle piercing an inflated balloon, and with a soft pop like a fish spitting bubbles, the monster, Kilimanjaro, Fatil, and even himself all disappeared.

He woke up from a meditative state of sitting cross-legged. They found themselves sitting on a sandy ground shaped like an ancient Roman arena, and around the arena, there were countless black shadows dancing wildly, they could not see their faces clearly, they could only see one after another blood-red eyes in the black shadows, waving their arms, dancing wildly, like the most fanatical spectators, hundreds, thousands, thousands, but they could not make a sound.

Rustle rustle......

The sound of grit grinding.

A gray-haired young man walked barefoot, stepping on the sand of the arena, step by step. There was a dense black chain wrapped around his body, and the chains wrapped his ** body around him and penetrated into the flesh very deeply.

It's hard to imagine that a person can still walk when tied up like this.

As he got closer, he could even see several hideous, rotting human heads tied in knots in the chains that the gray-haired young man was dragging behind, and the heads were stuck to the sand and dragged along, already blurred by rolling flesh.

The young man stood barefoot in front of Grindelwald, and lifted the row of heads from the chains, and saw the head slowly hovering and falling on the sand, the bottom one, with silver hair and big blue eyes.

"Your teacher was killed by me, and he died without understanding your pain. The gray-haired youth teased.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Grindelwald looked away from the human head and said slowly.

"You don't have to make a pose in front of me. ”

The gray-haired youth said, "Your beloved teacher is gone, and your seeds of hope are dead. Even the students you had the most expectations were banished by me. Tell me, who else in this world will become like you?"

Looking at those bloody heads, Grindelwald slowly raised his head: "You." ”

"Hahahaha!"

The gray-haired youth looked up and laughed, the laughter resounded all over the world, and his posture was wild and uninhibited.

After laughing, he shook his head with disdain and arrogance, stepped his feet deep into the sand, and used his chained body to pull a stance.

At this moment, all the black shadows in the Colosseum shouted like a boil.