The future, what is the future.

Choose a path that suits you and stick to it, and that means you have a future.

As the saying goes, men are afraid of getting into the wrong business, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man.

The reason why a strong person can become a strong person is not just to put in enough effort. It is more necessary to find a path that suits you at the beginning, just like walking through a maze.

A labyrinth, an entrance, an end, thousands of wrong paths.

Just like Hitler, before the outbreak of the First World War, almost chose the wrong path.

At that time, Hitler was a big boy full of fantasies, and he longed to be admitted to the Hitler Navy. He also became an admired painter like Leonardo da Vinci or Picasso.

Thankfully, the path of the painter was not destined to be suitable for this madman. Just when Hitler was full of fantasies about his future as a painter. The tutor of admissions seriously rejected him, citing Hitler's talent only in architecture, not in painting.

Dimension. The Department of Architecture at the École des Arts was the second path that Hitler wanted. However, at that time, the enrollment standard was that you needed to complete a six-year middle school and have a graduation certificate. And our poor Mr. Adolf, who only reached the fourth grade, was not destined to be admitted.

In this way, there is one less second-rate painter and third-rate architect in the world, and there is one more first-class war maniac.

The path of life was so tortuous, Hitler, who was not admitted, participated in the First World War. Hitler in the war was spiritually sublimated, he abandoned the canvas and brush, and painted the whole world with his life.

The right choice was a radical change in Hitler's life.

Hitler changed his life and chose the right direction. The same is true of Gandalf, who is also a victor and has embarked on a wide road.

In the eyes of everyone, Gandalf stood there like a rising sun.

The rising sun does not look dazzling, it does not have the oppression of the sun, nor the majesty of the sun. Some are just vibrant, as if nothing can stop it from rising.

"Gandalf, don't be underestimated!" After a long time, Zhang Yao sighed, in exchange for Immorton's silent nod.

As for the understanding of the Golden Book of the Suns, there is no one in the field who knows more deeply than Immorton. Now Immorton's heart is very complicated, because in Gandalf's body, he seems to see a second pharaoh, and there is a deep sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression comes from the Golden Book of the Sun, the innate restraint of the Bible of the Dead.

Immorton has been in possession of the Undead Bible for decades, and he also knows the Golden Book of the Sun very well, knowing that the spells on it are easy to learn and difficult to master. And in a few days of hard work, Gandalf seemed to be reborn, and he also said that Gandalf was called Gandalf in disguise, and he would definitely compete to mention Pharaoh stronger in the future, because he was more talented.

"Immorton, you don't look good." At this moment, Zhang Yao turned his head slightly. I found that Imodon's face was already sinking to the point of dripping.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Hearing Zhang Yao's words, Immorton reluctantly smiled a little and replied: "Gandalf has the help of the Sun Golden Book, and with his current state, the promotion will only be within half a year. At that time, the empire will have a sixth peak hero! ”

Immorton's smile was a little fake, and his tone was insincere. Zhang Yao stared at Immorton indifferently for a while, and after a long time, he shook his head, knowing that Immorton was worried that Gandalf would come from behind, and like a pharaoh, he would crush him everywhere.

Everyone is selfish, and in a group, there should be a group of three, six, nine, and so on. Hate you and scold you for nothing, this is the state of the world.

Zhang Yao didn't care about Immorton's small emotions. As far as he is concerned, as long as these people are not too fierce, he is not willing to care about these things.

"Let's go, don't keep our friends waiting!" Zhang Yao didn't pay attention to Immorton's small emotions, but glanced at the castle and stayed slightly on the second floor.

On the second floor of the castle, there was just a strange fluctuation flashing. This fluctuation is stealthy and powerful, like a signal of welcome and invitation, welcoming Zhang Yao's arrival.

"Voldemort!" Zhang Yao read the name, and with a flick of his hand, a blue flame gate appeared in front of him.

The blue flame door was blazing, leading directly to the second floor, from which you could see a black-robed man sitting on a sofa.

The black-robed man sitting on the sofa raised his head sharply at the moment when the Gate of Flames appeared, and what Zhang Yao remembered the most was a pair of cold eyes.

The cold gaze is like a poisonous snake hunting. With this gaze, a piece of cold ice instantly formed under Zhang Yao's feet, freezing the entire ground.

"Dismount?" Zhang Yao floated in the air, looking at the ground that had been frozen in ice, with a strange smile on his face. I didn't expect such an interesting thing, Voldemort also liked to play.

"Hmph" A cold snort came from behind Zhang Yao.

After Dracula saw Zhang Yao being attacked, he stepped forward without thinking about it, and his hands suddenly clenched.

"Knock knock!" Two strong heartbeats instantly spread throughout the castle.

Dracula has the power to control blood, and with his grip, even Voldemort can't help but shake his body slightly, and his gaze becomes even colder.

"Light!" Immediately after Dracula, Gandalf's hand brushed over the Golden Book of the Sun.

A dazzling light shot out from the Golden Book of the Sun, melting the ice and snow all the way, rushing through the door of flame opened by Zhang Yao, and shooting directly at Voldemort who was sitting on the sofa.

Voldemort held a black wand in his hand, and when the golden light rushed in, he suddenly raised his right hand, and a green energy shot straight out of it, not dodging or dodging, directly facing the golden light that Gandalf shot.

"Boom!" The explosion sounded instantly, and the green light that Voldemort swung out burst into golden brilliance, bringing a shockwave to sweep to both sides.

The furniture, the frescoes, the stove, the bookshelves, and the clutter in the room were all shattered with the roar, and all but the couch where Voldemort was sitting either turned to dust or burned in flames.

"Back to normal!" Voldemort stared straight ahead, and with a flick of his wand in his hand, a gust of wind swept through the room.

When a gentle breeze blows and encounters an exploding powder, countless powders will be combined and changed back to their original shape. When it encounters burning furniture, it extinguishes the fire and reaggregates the ashes on the ground to become intact furniture.

This gust of magic restored the entire room to a new one.

After doing all this, Voldemort stood up from the couch, and he was like two knights in a duel, holding the magic wand in his hand, and bowed slightly to Zhang Yao.

"Brush!" After bowing slightly, the space around Voldemort distorted, and the whole person disappeared in place in an instant as if swallowed by a black hole.

"Phantom Migration!" Zhang Yao was no stranger to this scene, and the whole person was wrapped in flames immediately after, and left the place as soon as possible.

"Boom!" The next second Zhang Yao left the place, Voldemort's figure appeared above the castle, and where Zhang Yao was originally standing, there was a large pit more than two meters deep.

In the two-meter-deep pit, there was no figure of Zhang Yao.

Instead, in the sky, twelve doors of flame were opened in a row.

Twelve gates of flames, surrounding the castle in mid-air. The people standing below looked up, and saw that there were twelve Zhang Yao guarding all sides, surrounding Voldemort in the middle of the ancient castle.

"Which one is true?" Looking at the twelve identical figures, many of the Death Eaters who arrived looked at each other. Even Dracula and Gandalf didn't expect Zhang Yao to have this trick.

There were more than thirty Death Eaters in the castle. Among these people, there are also Voldemort's die-hard members. And after they couldn't tell the truth from the fake, they clenched their wands one after another, intending to support from the side.

"If you want to play, I can accompany you. But if you're playing Siege, it's not a good idea! ”

Looking at the Death Eaters who were about to move, twelve Zhang Yao spoke at the same time. Meanwhile, Gandalf, Dracula, Immorton, and even Hermione all take to the skies and set their sights on Voldemort.

The scene of "retreating" in front of him made Voldemort very angry. As soon as he was about to ask these people to retreat, the twelve Zhang Yao in mid-air pushed their hands forward in unison.

Ripples rippled in the "click" space, which was enough to shake the power of the space, pulling Voldemort stunned for a moment, and crushed out.