A violent storm was brewing in the gloomy sky.
Two owls, one black and one white, shuttled among the clouds.
Lightning flashed across the sky ferociously.
The lightning turned into a ball and rolled between the owl's feathers, and the owl cooed.
On the empty ocean, layers of ripples emerge.
In the owl's eyes, clearly visible.
A bolt of thunder flashed from the sky, brightening the entire world.
On the sea surface, faint blue lights appeared.
Immediately afterwards, one ghost ship after another emerged from the sea.
"There's nothing here." Goyle muttered, and Crabbe nodded in agreement.
Little Barty frowned. As the strongest person second only to John, he couldn't see through this place.
The Red Bold Loyalty Charm.
This is known as the safest defensive spell.
To hide such a large place, the Dark Lord Grindelwald must do it himself.
As the caster of the spell, Grindelwald cannot be the Keeper of Secrets.
This is a way of hiding secrets in the soul.
Once upon a time, John also needed the help of an owl to find the old Black house where the Loyalty Curse was hidden.
Even the owl cannot find the location of Grindelwald's Fidelity Charm.
With Grindelwald's caution, he would not release the Secret Keeper.
If it weren't for the ripples caused by Nurmengard's constant movement, it would have taken a lot of effort for John to find this place.
Although the Loyalty Charm made it impossible for an unwelcome person to detect him even if he put his nose to the window, John didn't need to be invited.
John glanced at the sliding ripple marks, the only drawback of this magic.
The movement of such a huge building will make those fish avoid it.
Greengrass's fleet searched the seabed and discovered this scene, and also discovered Nurmengard.
When John stood on the deck, the white-haired wizard in Nurmengarde felt something.
...
Grindelwald opened his eyes.
In this mobile cage with retro decoration.
He felt it.
The person you expected arrives.
An empty room, no one else.
The people who once followed him have disappeared, and the new ones are also dying for their ideals.
Grindelwald is a lonely man, with only two people standing beside him from beginning to end.
One stopped him the first time, the other stopped him the second time.
He stood in front of the mirror, arranging his white hair.
He ran his fingers through the hair, paused, and looked at the red dots on his fingers.
The person in the mirror seems older.
Yes, I'm getting older all the time.
Even if you are rejuvenated, you still cannot escape the tricks of time.
The coveted symbol of power sat on the table, in a frame next to it.
The young wizards stood together, and the high-spirited blond boy was like a free-flying golden eagle, trying hard to get the white-haired boy behind him into the frame.
The red-haired boy next to him smiled implicitly, matching his prank.
This is the only photo of the three of them together.
The chirping of cicadas that summer was accompanied by the impact of ideals, and the death of reality shattered the connected hearts.
The boss's elder wand.
The resurrection stone of the second child.
The third child's invisibility cloak.
Three brothers separated.
Their legend also shaped that puppet show.
Grindelwald stretched out his hand.
Stop in front of the picture frame you are about to reach, and finally land on the Elder Wand.
This wand of power is greedy for power and only serves the strong.
Just like that person's philosophy, power is supreme.
The tower you built, imprisoned
That lonely heart for a lifetime.
Grindelwald walked in the tower and stepped down step by step from the tower where he was imprisoned.
In the rose field under the tower, the rose that is about to bloom has already stretched its body.
The blood coagulates in its stamens.
This time, Grindelwald's hand touched the flower.
Beautiful, fragile, delicate.
"What a fascinating thing." Grindelwald stroked the flowers with his fingers, just like stroking the hair of his lover.
The feeling of obsession makes people linger.
But reality is often like the coming storm, ruthlessly destroying everything.
Grindelwald looked up.
The saints were waiting for him.
The magical world has left this group of people with no way out. They are just a group of wingless birds trapped on an isolated island.
There is no other way but to wait for the island to be submerged by the waves brought up by the storm.
Either it's crazy at the end, or it ends in despair.
Grindelwald looked at his compatriots.
"My brothers and sisters," Grindelwald's uniquely charming voice sounded, "we have made it to the end."
He opened his arms as if to embrace them all.
"We have no way out."
"Today, the devil is great again," he said deeply, "raise your heads, you should be proud."
"In a world of decay and defeat, we light a fire."
"The flames burn the corrupt and purify the blasphemers of magic."
The saints raised their heads, and there was some light in their dim eyes.
"We failed, yes, failed." Grindelwald walked into the saints, his voice as infectious as John could not help but applaud him.
"I won't deny failure, won't I accept it? No! Not really!"
He pointed his finger at the black and gloomy sky, and a long and melodious voice sounded.
"Power is supreme!"
"What do you see? It's magic, yes, magic!" Grindelwald said loudly, "Magic has become great again under our baptism."
"They came. We are pioneers, and pioneers are destined to be ostracized," Grindelwald said with a tear in the corner of his eye. He looked at the saints and said softly, "We are the holy fire, lit again. After baptism, Let’s make this world a cleaner place.”
"Use magic...magic!"
His fingers slowly came down, pointing over there, beyond the mist.
"Power is supreme, baptize them, make them stronger, and make magic greater!"
The zealous flames rekindled in his dim eyes.
The saints looked over there.
They are hopeless. In this case, it is better to burn yourself.
Just like in the beginning, full of dreams, burning myself for the magical world.
They are martyrs, sacrifices.
They are idealists. They don't need delicious food, they only need water and bread. Their ideals are their motivation.
The heart was ripped out and they filled it with ideals as motivation.
It was worse to die than to live like that in the past, and it was better to go crazy and live toward death now.
Failure is terrible.
But failure after not trying your best is a shame and a blasphemy against ideals!
"Power is supreme!"
chanted the saints.
"Make magic great again!"
Grindelwald's mission was accomplished, and he looked over there.
Ready.
This battle witnessed the birth of the throne.
Will the once-failed king make a comeback, or will the new king bring a storm to swallow up everything?
Is it dusk or dawn?
Eschatology and rebirth.
Just wait.
The coming of that king's conquest.
Wizards all over the world are paying attention here.
Including the first king.
...
Hogwarts.
A flying fur ball streaked across the sky in the Forbidden Forest, and then a big cat flew up on the canopy to catch the fur ball.
The ground shook, and Grawp was as happy as a child. He clapped his hands and jumped up and down.
The little wizards who were taking Hagrid's class were used to it. Not only were they not afraid, they even pestered Hagrid in the hope of seeing the legendary giant brother who guarded Hogwarts.
In the past, they avoided these things.
Whenever Hagrid would do this, he would always say with great pride that Grawp had learned addition and subtraction within one hundred.
Zuowu ran and took off quickly, waving its big peony-like tail, attracting many birds to follow its tail.
In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was still strict. Her only regret was that Gryffindor lost to Slytherin in the Quidditch match this year by ten points.
If it weren't for the Ravenclaw Seeker, Gryffindor could have opened up more points in that game and they wouldn't have lost.
Professor Flitwick used his wand to demonstrate the key points of the levitation spell that would be encountered in this exam, waving his wrist.
Professor Sprout smiled happily as she looked at some of the herbal insights that Neville had sent.
Snape's ever-lasting eccentricity, cunning and meanness became even more serious, especially after seeing Gryffindor.
These are daily routines at Hogwarts.
The place became secluded.
There were no evil intentions from Voldemort, and no interference from the Ministry of Magic.
Slughorn's predecessor, Dumbledore's retirement at Hogwarts was supposed to begin.
Dumbledore was adding a spoonful of honey to the milk.
Dumbledore paused as Fawkes burst into flames.
...
"Then let's start a war."
John looked calm and raised his wand.
At the same time, two owls in the sky were struck by lightning.
The next second.
"Hey——!"
White light bloomed in the eyes of Basil and Riddle, their wings spread out, and their claws were wrapped with lightning and they flew high in the sky.
The claws were like knives, cutting open the pocket where thunder and lightning were stored in the sky.
Hundreds of thunder and lightning dances were directed down.
Silver snakes dance wildly on the sea.
A tall tower over the sea is revealed.
Lightning fell on the protective shield and kept flashing.
This is a very powerful protective spell.
And John has finished charging his magic, and there is a ball of light the size of a basketball on the tip of his staff.
"Reducto"
An ancient deep voice sounded.
There are cracks all over the light ball.
There was a click.
The ball of light shattered.
Bright as day.
...
