Zhao Mai was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps slowed down, but he still walked over. www.biquge.info It was a lavishly decorated room, with four young men sitting on a comfortable sofa with tall backrests, and a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair standing in the middle of them.

This is a radiant man, with confident dark blue eyes, a resolute straight nose and attractive corners of the mouth that make his facial features vivid and powerful. The man wore a black puff shoulder over his sky-blue shirt, and a sparkling diamond in his fuchsia bow tie, glowing red in the light of the fireplace. His back was straight, his slender legs were naturally separated, and one of his toes was facing Zhao Mai's direction.

"An Oriental?" the standing man seemed to be the leader of the group, and he looked at Zhao Mai, completely incomprehensible to the casual 1995 Canadian-style attire. This is still an era when jeans, T-shirts and jackets have not been introduced, and in their opinion, Zhao Mai's body is too undignified.

"Sorry to interrupt your meeting, I shouldn't be the one you're waiting for—whoever you're waiting for. I was just passing by, getting lost, and wanted to ask how to go. Zhao Mai said to them, "You say you are wizards, what kind of magic use?"

"A Muggle? Muggle can't have seen a Blackberry Manor, let alone walked in. A young man sitting on a sofa said. Zhao Mai recognized his voice, this young man with green eyes and brown hair was the owner of the excited voice before.

"Where is your wand, let's see. The young man stood up. Reserve Grain bowed down, baring its canine teeth and letting out a warning roar.

"I don't have a wand. Zhao Mai signaled not to be nervous about the grain reserves, and stood in front of it, blocking it with himself. Then he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to show the way, there are no newspapers for the last few days, I just want to see what's going on, and then I'll leave." ”

"No, since you don't have a wand, then you must be punished!" brown hair pulled out his wand from his arms. It was a long, slender wooden stick, about the thickness of a person's little finger and about the length of a forearm. "Faint!"

Zhao Mai raised his hand, the power of the mind movement could be used without chanting a spell, and his movements were much faster than those of these wizards. The wand was still waving in mid-air, and the wizard's arm was restrained by Zhao Mai, so he couldn't be flattened, so naturally he couldn't aim. The stun spell fires upwards along the wand, slamming into the ceiling and smashing into a cloud of dust.

"You should be glad you only used the Faint Spell, it's a good habit. If it's a damage attack spell, you're dead now. Zhao Mai frowned, and said to them in a raised tone: "This is your place, I am just an outsider, but not a malicious intruder. I'm sorry to bother you, but if you don't want to help or welcome me, I'm leaving. ”

"No, you are welcome, mysterious Mr. East, please be seated. The blonde man placed his hand on his companion's stiff arm, and his magic flowed, breaking the psychic bindings and allowing him to regain control of his body. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gellert Greenwald. ”

"My name is Mike Dragonroar. Greenwald? It's a name I've heard before. Zhao Mai thought for a while, and suddenly snapped his fingers: "I remember, you are the black magician!"

"Yes, I'm a dark magician. Greenwald clearly didn't care about the terrible name of the dark arts, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly on the right side of his mouth, and he said confidently and elegantly, "It's always wizards who control spells. Only wizards without control are afraid of spells, and those who denounce black magic as evil are ignorant. ”

"I think they're all stupid, too. Zhao Mai said to Greenwald. Due to the global Oblivion Curse event a century later, Zhao Mai does not have a good impression of wizards, but he will not let the wizards of a hundred years ago take the blame. After thinking about it, Zhao Mai decided to ask Greenwald what he thought about the Oblivion Curse so that he could decide his next attitude.

"Mr. Greenwald, as a dark mage, what do you think about using the Oblivion Charm on Muggles?"

"Coward's behavior!" Greenwald replied immediately, "only stupid wizards would choose to use this spell to escape the world! Centuries ago, in order to protect the wizarding world, wizards would rather sacrifice those witches with thin blood than dare to show themselves?

His voice grew higher and brighter, full of passion: "Magic is the beauty of the world, how can we hide the light of magic like covering ugliness?!" His arms waved excitedly, quickly and powerfully, his hands were sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes index fingers pointed to the sky, like a magic wand: "Magic is a treasure, wizards are the elite of mankind! We have been endowed with strength, and we should also assume corresponding responsibilities! The greater the strength, the greater the responsibility; how is evading responsibility different from deserters?! Spirit, soul and, above all, a sense of responsibility! We should not shied away from our mission, we should show humanity a path, a path to self-confidence, development and progress!"

Looking at Grindelwald, Zhao Mai suddenly remembered someone. Although the man had parted hair, a mustache, and was not as tall as Grindelwald, he would have the same momentum and strength when giving speeches. Zhao Mai smiled, Grindelwald's words were very inflammatory, and the wizards around him were all flushed and excited, almost pinning their beliefs on him. However, Zhao Mai is not a wizard, he is not a European, just a Chinese who has a home and cannot go back, so these words did not touch him much. Even if Grindelwald is a "wizard supremacy", what can he do, isn't there still a transcendent person above his head to supervise him? Zhao Mai is not ready to get involved in his affairs, but there is no need to clearly oppose them. So he also applauded and made a look of "drinking at the head, initiating the initiation, seeing the sun through the clouds, and suddenly enlightening".

"Mike, you don't have a wand, but it's clear that you have a gift for magic. There have been no pure-blooded Eastern wizards in history, but it's not impossible to be half-blooded. Even though being hybrid will lower your starting point, I believe that with hard work, and hard work, you will be able to make a difference!"

Zhao Mai nodded and hummed twice.

"Trust me, you should go to a magic school. I have a good friend, Albus Dumbledore - despite the misunderstanding between us - but he still corresponds to me, and I can introduce you to the school where he teaches, Hogwarts, England. Grindelwald then said, "Or, would you like to go to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearby? ”

"Can I?" Zhao Mai spread his hands: "I mean, it's already so old." ”

"Age is never an issue, magic never picks age. At this moment, the doorbell rang outside, and a male voice with a British accent rang: "Sorry, I'm late, this weather doesn't always go as expected." ”

"Mike, it looks like this time we're waiting for someone: a young, promising young wizard who can move people's hearts with words and words. Grindelwald said, "Let us welcome young John R.R. Tolkien." (To be continued.) )