The moment Hoffa buried the void in his heart, the world changed again. In the dim streets, the flames were still crackling, but the expressions of the crazy people were returning to normal little by little.

They stopped from the wild run, put down their guns, put down the masonry, put down their knives, stopped killing each other, and looked around in wonder, as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

Someone looked at the corpse next to him and cried out in horror. Someone looked at the head they were carrying in their hands and threw it away like an electric shock.

Somewhere in the park, under a colorful and distorted sky, a man was pinning a woman under him, desperately shaking her lower body despite her wails.

At this moment, the flowing colorful light of the sky disappeared.

The man was stunned, so he put on his pants.

Affectionately said to his crying girlfriend: "Honey, you have to believe me, what I love is your soul." Not your flesh. ”

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Inside the church, a hideous-looking old priest is slashing at believers with a kitchen knife. He was naked, and he didn't see a single thing.

At this moment, the flowing colorful light of the sky disappeared.

The old priest was startled, his eyes returned to clarity, he threw away the kitchen knife, and put on his sermon uniform again.

"The Lord's virtue shines on all things, and all the sufferings we suffer are tests given to us by the Lord, and we are to be grateful in the face of suffering......"

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In the mall, a disheveled merchant is holding all kinds of expensive goods and banknotes, holding saliva and playing around.

At this moment, the flowing colorful light of the sky disappeared.

The merchant stopped, looked at the money in his hand, and suddenly showed a sad expression.

He clutched his head and yelled frantically, then lay on the ground without hesitation and took the money back one by one.

I met someone who was unwilling to give the money back.

The merchant would slap him on the head.

"There is no trade, there is no society, what are you doing with my money?"

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In a Muggle high school, a teacher is tearing books frantically with a group of students, and the classroom is full of endless white confetti.

At this moment, the flowing colorful light of the sky disappeared.

Teachers and students paused, then stopped moving, and they fell into an awkward silence as they stood in the confetti-flying classroom.

Eventually, the teacher coughed, "You guys, go to my office and get another set of homework books." ”

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In a certain Western country, a group of politicians were beating each other frantically in the conference hall, dragging each other's ties, poking each other's eyes with pens, and the sky was full of flying and smashed leather shoes.

At this moment, the flowing colorful light of the sky disappeared.

The politicians who were beating each other were stunned by each other, and the leather boots flying in the sky fell to the ground one after another. They quickly found their positions, tied their ties, put on their shoes, and continued to negotiate and hold meetings as if nothing had happened.

The madness that shrouded the world vanished, the sky no longer distorted, and a glimmer of starlight shone through the dense dark clouds and sprinkled on the streets. At this moment, everyone experienced a sense of relief.

Inside Hogwarts, countless students who had been transformed into animals were restored to their original state, and when they got up, they looked at their palms in wonder, as if they were having a ridiculous and grotesque dream.

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However, in the British Ministry of Magic, Fatil, who was aware of this scene, did not hesitate to hug Vincent, grabbed his hand, and roared: "Arrest them!!"

This action was like igniting a barrel of explosives, and the surrounded Ministry of Magic officials drew their wands, and countless prisoners swung their wands and rushed towards the Ministry of Magic officials.

And the fire dragon that was blocking the people on both sides did not hesitate to start spitting flames after receiving the order. They weaved through the crowd, flying up and down, and every time they opened and closed their mouths, prisoners were burned to black.

For a moment, in the air, the spell stirred. Shattered marble shards flew through the air like shrapnels,

Flames of all colors. Some of the statues were hit by spells and corroded at a rate visible to the naked eye. Some were hit by the Crushing Charm, and their arms exploded into a blur of flesh that flew through the air.

The shouts and the sounds of fighting are endless. Some Ministry of Magic officials fled in panic, lying under their desks and crawling forward, trying to climb out of the Shura field.

But someone had barely climbed halfway before being dragged out by a frenzied prisoner by his thigh. The prisoner grinned and pointed his wand at the Ministry of Magic official, but in the next second, his upper body was bitten in half by a Heshdilian black dragon.

Before the black dragon could swallow its flesh, several spells came from the distance, sending the black dragon's scales flying and shattering its eyes.

All kinds of brutal yells are endless.

In the midst of chaos.

Fatil pinned Vincent to the ground, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, snatched his wand with the other, and slammed a punch into his face.

"Are you sober, do you see?"

The warden roared, "What do I see?"

Fatil: "Nothingness is gone, stop being fooled by Grindelwald." ”

Vincent, who was lying on the ground, laughed, his smile was filled with reluctance and despair, and he shook his head: "You are still struggling, do you know, Grindelwald has long expected that something like this may happen." ”

After a pause, he struggled and said, "He asked me to tell you." ”

Fatil pressed Vincent's neck, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart: "Tell me what?"

Vincent's face twitched a few times, and he smiled: "Grindelwald said that living is a more painful thing than death. And to give death, for him, is a kind of mercy. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Fatil questioned sharply, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

And he said, for a moment, he really admired your daughter, she was resilient, she was lively, she was optimistic, and she was always in the moment, and compared to her, we were as ugly as maggots. ”

Rumble!!

Fatil was struck by lightning. He let go of Vincent and stumbled back.

After a few seconds, he rushed forward again, pinned the warden of Azkaban against the wall, and roared:

"Where's Grindelwald?"

Vincent looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

Fatil took out his wand, pressed it against his temple, and roared again, "Say, where is that guy!?"

"I don't know. ”

Vincent's eyes were red, "Don't you know where you let your family go?"

"I asked you where Grindelwald was!!"

The tip of the wand was bent, Vincent's face was squeezed out of shape, he felt the naked killing intent that was not disguised at all, and raised his hand: "Grindelwald didn't tell me, he just said ....."

"Say what?"

Fatil asked.

He also said, you, although you know a lot of truth. But until you die, you are just a man with a family first, a mediocre person, a layman, you are not worthy of being a master of dragon training. ”

Fati's face turned pale, he let go of his hand weakly, and glanced at the chaotic Ministry of Magic in a daze, looking at the Azkaban prisoners who were fighting with the fire dragon. Then, without hesitation, he vanished into thin air.

Vincent fell to the ground and burst out laughing. Laughing and laughing, his tears couldn't stop pouring out.

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In the courtyard of the castle in the darkness covered with creepers, patches of red roses flutter slowly with the wind and waves. Like fire, like frost, mysterious, silent.

In the castle, a man sits high in the hall, hidden behind a curtain, and only a faint silhouette can be seen.

In front of him, there were several pale blue transparent cubes floating in mid-air, and different figures were imprisoned in the cubes, including men and women.

They are locked in a transparent barrier, like goldfish floating in a fish tank, tumbling slowly, undisturbed by the Earth's gravity. The entire Drazes family is bound here.

The air was silent, and the curtains fluttered in the moonlight, as if this area was far away from any place of conflict on this planet.

With a crackling sound, the silence was shattered.

Fatil's apparition appeared in the center of the hall, and he slowly straightened up, seeing a group of people trapped in the barrier.

His complexion changed, and he stepped forward with great strides and pressed against the edge of the barrier

The men in the enchantment saw Fatil, and they began to slap the glass desperately, trying to make a sound. But it doesn't make the slightest sound.

Fatil walked slowly along the square barriers, and finally, he stopped.

Within the barrier, a girl with silver hair was watching him quietly, her waterfall-like hair floating in the air.

Seeing this scene, Fatil clenched his fists, the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, he turned around sharply, and roared, "Let them go." ”

The sound was heard far away in the silent darkness.

No one answered.

"Grindelwald!"

Fatil roared again: "Whatever comes at me!"

There was still no answer.

Fatil's voice calmed down a bit, he gasped heavily, turned around and said, "Enough, tear all illusions, let everyone see that cold and rough reality, is it so heavy for you?"

Finally, the silhouette stood up in the darkness, and walked out from behind the flying curtain with some stiffness, revealing a pale but elegant middle-aged face.

Fatil saw him, and the muscles in his face tightened tighter and tighter.

He repeated with a grim face: "Let them go." ”

"At what cost? The man asked softly.

"Whatever you want, Minister of Magic, Judge Wizengamot, anything, spare my family. ”

Grindelwald made a contemplative expression: "Really, is this your own meaning or the meaning of the twenty-eight pureblood family?"

"You don't have to worry about that. ”

Fatir looked at the other party without blinking: "Gellert, you want to change the world, it's okay, let's cooperate with you, take your time, okay?"

"Take your time?"

Grindelwald whispered softly:

"You've learned badly, teacher, do you want to wear out my passions in the infinite daily life and meetings, and do you want to corrupt my pure soul with power and lust?"

"No, I just don't want to see the world muddy with you......"

"Enough. ”

Grindelwald interrupted Fatil nonchalantly: "What I want is not that complicated. ”

"What do you want?"

Grindelwald rubbed his chin and grinned, "We haven't had a serious conversation in a long time, so let's talk now." ”

Fatil was almost mad, his heart beating violently as he looked at his wife and daughter in the enchantment. Finally, he raised his arm and took a step back to calm the matter: "You can talk about anything, you don't hurt them." ”

"It's up to you. ”

Grindelwald smiled, "It's a good chat, maybe I'll let them go." ”

"You say, what do you want to talk about. ”

Grindelwald: "Remember our days in Durmstrang?"

Fatil: "Yes. ”

Grindelwald looked wistful, muttering almost to himself, "Black walls, candle podiums, dark magic analysis books, and dungeons with chains and cages......"

After a moment of remembrance, he sighed softly.

"I remember, when you gave me the first lesson, you told me a story. ”

Fatil's face turned pale and he did not answer.

"Remember that story?"

Grindelwald whispered softly.

"Yes. ”

Fatil's voice was hoarse.

Tell me that story.

Grindelwald said softly.

Fatil looked at him and shook his head: "Gellert ......"

Grindelwald raised his right hand, slightly.

Suddenly, several transparent spikes suddenly appeared inside the enchantment that trapped the people in the Drashis family, and several guys with mediocre status opened their mouths to let out a silent scream, and they were instantly stabbed into a sieve in the enchantment, and blood splattered silently on the transparent wall of the enchantment.

The sight made Fatil's face twist in pain, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but his lips were pursed, and he still didn't speak.

Seeing that Fatil didn't speak, Grindelwald raised his hand again, and the barrier where Aglaia was contracted contracted, and countless transparent spikes emerged from the top of the barrier.

"Tell me that story. ”