Lightning rolls across the owl's feathers, black and white soar across the sky.
Thunder and lightning shrouded the sky over Nurmengard, like a huge birdcage, covering this inescapable tower.
The cowards cannot escape and are forced to become new martyrs.
"Is that your masterpiece?"
The white-haired man on the high tower looked at the birds flying together in front of the gorgeous glass.
"You created a lot, Joel."
Grindelwald slowly turned around, his long tailored dress was elegant, his silver-white hair and eyes of different colors were crazy.
Like an orchestra conductor who should be in the golden palace of music, and like a revolutionary crazy for his ideals.
There he was, the grotesque colors superimposed by lightning and magic spells leaving traces of psychedelia on his face.
The evil smile is full of charming charm.
This is a careerist.
He was a revolutionary before his ambition was unleashed.
Ambition bewitches anyone who is crazy about him, and puts an ideal cloak on ambition.
Deception, temptation.
Any method that can unleash his ambition will create the craziest Dark Lord in history.
He called John's name affectionately, Joel.
What a sweet name.
Gold meets white in Godric's Hollow.
After two months of getting along, the careerist who was just beginning to show his ambitions, and the down-and-out king.
The blue eyes were gone, and neither was the white hair.
After meeting again, the Dark Lord and the Second King.
The Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.
John looked at Grindelwald quietly and said calmly: "The fusion of some bloodlines, plus a miracle called magic."
"You have always surprised people, including now." Grindelwald was not afraid that John would sneak attack on his back.
He turned and looked with obsession in his eyes.
What he once longed for was flying and soaring under the sky together.
Full of ambition, he once thought that the world was under his control.
But reality doesn't care who you are. Even the most terrifying Dark Lord in history has been educated by reality.
A battle between three people resulted in the death of a fourth person.
The fifth person watched from the sidelines.
"We are all getting old after all," the envy in his eyes is the true expression of the Dark Lord. The freedom he longed for cannot appear, "but you are still young, Joel."
"You can do anything, just like you can undo all regrets."
"You are willing to let people follow you, which is different from me." He turned around slowly and said.
"I don't remember saying anything about making magic great again." John walked forward and stopped in front of Grindelwald.
The once tall boy was now overtaken.
John said word for word, "Tell me why you killed him."
"Him?" Grindelwald said, thinking, "Barty Crouch?"
"Based on your values, he shouldn't have died." John frowned.
"Yes, at my expense." Grindelwald smiled, "But what about you, dear Joel?"
He raised his lips and smiled, putting his hands behind his back like the naughty boy he once was.
"He's a good Minister for Magic, but he's not a very good ***."
Grindelwald walked to the table and picked up the picture frame.
"You are a qualified friend, Joel." His fingers greedily rubbed the golden edge of the photo frame, and the uneven lines left traces on the pads of his fingers.
"You don't covet your friends' things, and Crouch is the same as me. He is old, and his stubbornness and wizard's arrogance are engraved in his bones."
"As you said, power is supreme."
He tilted his head slightly, focused his peripheral vision on John, and whispered in the most seductive and magnetic voice: "You won't want to become the king of this world until he dies."
"So I solved him for you, using your values." He walked towards John holding the photo frame in his left hand, "The ones outside."
"It's a sacrifice."
"A great sacrifice, my decision is just as willful as your leaving without saying goodbye."
John stared at him, staring at the strange eyes.
His voice was very low, and he was suppressing the killing intent that was about to come out.
"You know I'm going to kill you, right?"
"Yes." Grindelwald nodded and chuckled, "What is the difference between me and death?"
"Do you see this?"
Grindelwald raised his hands and walked around in the middle, his voice rising.
"I've been here for half a century."
"I thought a lot, about my failures, about my time in Godric's Hollow, and about our great aunt."
"You know, Joel," Grindelwald said, "I went back once after I left."
"When I saw the life of Bathilda Baschak who had completely forgotten Joel, I realized that you are so gentle."
"I went to Al's house again, and I saw that the place was deserted, and I saw the grave."
"What's surprising is that the flowers grow thickly there. I did a lot of research and got the name of the Horcrux from a book."
"I know, I know everything."
Grindelwald looked a little crazy, "You didn't do anything, you did everything."
"You are so selfish, Joel," he swung his sleeves and spoke in a high voice, "you kept all the kindness by your side and selfishly refused to leave those people at all."
"Do you know how surprised I was when I saw you in Paris?"
"Your appearance, your youth, you are a person who plays with taboos, and great miracles will be born in taboos."
Grindelwald raised the photo frame and said, "You have created all miracles."
"I should have died, I should have been alone, I should have been sad!"
"So when I saw the failure, I gave up everything," Grindelwald's voice gradually became calmer, "You once showed me that those Muggles are already so powerful that it is difficult for wizards to succeed."
"I chose another path and sprinkled the world with seeds."
"Towards the end of Grindelwald, I met a guy."
"I provide him with magic, drive him crazy, and I'm there to spread your ideas."
"Strength comes first," Grindelwald, who was only an arm's length away from John, pointed his finger upwards, "Only the strong can lead."
"Change these, make these crazier, just like you once did to me!"
Grindelwald's voice stopped.
John's fingers unclenched and then clenched again.
"It's crazy, using the lives of those people as a basis," John muttered, "You were prepared to let them die from the beginning."
"No, if you had not withstood these suffocating tests," Grindelwald chuckled, "this world would not be able to survive the increasingly powerful Muggle technology." .z.
"It's better for me to destroy this world in advance."
"The majority and the minority," John sighed, "Destroy the minority without hesitation, you are really crazy."
"I am you, Joel." Grindelwald stared at John with his strange eyes, "I am acting with Joel's side."
"You have never seen the madness hidden in your heart."
"Why not Dumbledore?" John asked.
"He is too naive, isn't he?" Grindelwald shook his head and said, "He is as old as me, but he has a good heart."
"You won't, justice and right, you will choose the right."
Grindelwald saw John through.
During that time, Joel disappeared and John Wick was rising to prominence at Hogwarts.
He has been looking at John, Dumbledore's correspondence with him, and there are some things about John Wick in it.
Therefore, the person who knows John best has always been Grindelwald.
Until the Holy Grail that could make him burn again appeared, he knew that his chance had come.
"You know me very well," John raised his eyes slightly, "So, you should know what kind of things will happen to you now."
"You will die, Grindelwald, here."
"Die for your so-called ideals and sacrifices."
"You know I will have no mercy on you."
"My so-called sacrifice, desperate madness."
"The Death of Barty Crouch."
"All of this will be a eulogy for your death, and your soul will not be relieved."
When Grindelwald heard this, he stopped smiling.
Yes, he knew John.
Know better than anyone else.
He stepped back.
And John had drawn his wand.
A silver ring covers his right hand, and he holds a sword in the air.
The ten major trials on the Sword of Silver Wake appear in the hand.
The sharp edge that can cut through everything is already hanging on Grindelwald's body like the sword of Damocles.
Grindelwald curled his lips and smiled evilly, put his right hand on his heart and bowed slightly.
"You're going to kill me, John Wick."
Grindelwald smiled and said, "As I said, I know you too well."
He let go of the photo frame in his hand and smiled at the same time: "So I know why you listen to me so much."
"You are waiting for the chance to kill with one strike, but I am waiting too."
The photo frame fell to the ground, as fragile as charcoal.
Shattered.
Grindelwald's body twisted.
John's pupils shrank into vertical pupils, and without hesitation, he slashed out with his sword.
The Nurmengard Tower bloomed with golden light, turning into layers of runes to block Grindelwald's face.
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