"It seems like my friends are worried about me."
John glanced at the badge and a smile appeared on his lips.
Looking up at the sky, the weather has not been good these days.
It seems to be to set off this unprecedented decisive battle at the end of the twentieth century.
Basil and Riddle tore apart the fog that existed in front of them, and the flapping of their wings was the trigger of thunder, lightning and storm.
Bad weather caused two huge whirlpools to tear each other apart on the sea.
The ghost ship passed between two whirlpools.
There was a soul residing in the blue soul lamp, and John raised his hand to place it on it.
The ghost ship walking on the sea emits blue light and immediately leaves the sea and flies up.
The storm is far from over.
The ghost ship became a small boat in the storm, pushing each other around in the wind and rain.
"This battlefield is really surprising."
John raised his eyebrows calmly.
The wind blows the sea water upward, and a seaspout is about to be born.
Riddle swooped down from the sky.
Its wings were like sharp knives, flying through the seaspout that was about to take shape.
The tornado that was cut off from it collapsed.
The ghost ship crossed over and entered the island far away from people and countries.
The ghost ship landed, and the fog disappeared before our eyes.
barren.
This place seems to be cursed by the goddess of spring, taking away all life.
But there are rich mineral resources here.
The exposed crystals extend into the depths like spikes.
At the end of the road, crystals growing wildly piled up to form a Throne of Blood.
On the throne, the white-haired man held his chin with one hand and let the other hand hang down naturally.
The Elder Wand, which symbolizes strength, hangs down, and the man's lazy posture carries an evil and bewitching smile.
"Like it?"
Grindelwald stood up leisurely and stepped down from the throne.
"this is me
A throne made for you. "
His hand touched the bloody throne.
"Just like what we have to do, a baptism of blood can make this throne moving."
John walked slowly, "That blood, was that you?"
"It could be you." Grindelwald did not deny it.
He walked down the steps and said with a smile, "I know what you're doing."
He looked John in the eyes and said, "You're planning a war."
"We're in the same boat at this point."
John said calmly: "You are also planning a war."
The two of them stood on the left and right under the throne.
John slowly pulled out his wand, "Those people, those seeds you left behind during the war."
"They've sprouted, haven't they?"
Grindelwald lowered his head as if thinking and shook his head.
"No, not exactly."
He tapped his forehead with the Elder Wand, "They are not under control."
"They used to have ideals to create the world, but now they..." Grindelwald said, "They are a group of moths."
"As you can imagine, those guys were in those prime positions."
"Dead but not stiff," John tilted his head and wondered, "If those people are moths, Muggles shouldn't have noticed it."
"To be precise, their next generation."
Grindelwald and John are like old friends who have not seen each other for many years.
Even though they just chatted not long ago.
"You know, World War II in the Muggle world."
Grindelwald raised a finger and said seriously: "In just one brutal battle, they reached the point where the wizard had no chance of winning."
"Competition and crisis promote development." John pondered.
, “Having someone you want to kill, or the motivation to not be killed.”
"That's right," Grindelwald nodded in agreement, "The development of Muggles has made rapid progress every time after the war."
"Muggles also understand this truth. Technology is their guarantee for survival, so after that war, they launched a plan."
Grindelwald said softly: "Paperclip."
"They recruited scientists who had helped their enemies kill themselves," Grindelwald said. "Those people just went from losers to the arms of their enemies."
"They suck blood inside, and use all the knowledge and resources that should be used to cultivate the new generation as their own nourishment."
"What would you do if I didn't show up?" John stared at Grindelwald, "Let wizards integrate into the Muggle camp."
"Yes," Grindelwald admitted, "wizards once served Muggles for a period of time."
"Integrate wizards into Muggles, extract what you need from them, and wait for the opportunity," Grindelwald said with madness in his eyes. "They will not let go of every bit of value of wizards. They will use paper clips like they did before."
Very good plan.
As long as those ideas are passed down, wizards with special abilities will check and balance each other's wizards in different lineups of Muggle governments.
"Why did you give up?" John asked, touching his chin, "It's quite useful, isn't it?"
Grindelwald smiled and shook his head, "Too long."
"We don't have that strong will. You should have noticed, Joel," Grindelwald said. "Compared to Muggles,
Wizards to emotional extremes. "
"The education of wizards is not to the point where wizards can't escape. It's bad education and some pro-Muggle faction."
The wizarding education system is far less mature than that of Muggles.
It has obviously been developed longer than Muggle schools, but Hogwarts, with its thousand-year history, has not yet matured their education system.
This is disgusting to say the least.
Even Neon Magic School is more mature than other schools.
At least they know how to familiarize little wizards with magic in advance, while Hogwarts barely cares about the wizard until he is eleven years old.
This is true even for Muggle wizards who suddenly appear in Muggle families.
Only when I was eleven years old did I receive an admission notice.
At that age, the understanding of the world is basically set, which means that wizards from non-wizard families have long received Muggle education before receiving wizard education.
Their values will also be biased toward Muggles.
There is a feeling of being too high and too low.
That's why Grindelwald said that wizards cannot use 'paper clips' to disintegrate Muggles from within.
On the contrary, they will be assimilated by Muggles.
John nodded in agreement.
"Tell me about that war." John accepted Grindelwald's information and said calmly, "How do you plan to start it?"
"We need a chance to show our strength, don't we?"
Grindelwald said: "You released some seductive news, and I promoted this news."
"The greedy will not change their nature," Grindelwald smiled, "and it is good that Webb kills those who are moral paragons among Muggles."
"Let your seed push again," John sighed, "you are really a born schemer."
"Even without me
, your plan will also succeed," Grindelwald said, "The conditions you give are always irresistible. "
"Should I say, thank you for the compliment?" John raised his right hand and covered his arm with a silver ring.
"If you will, Joel."
Grindelwald slowly raised his wand.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to."
The limited glove covers the right hand, with five purple crystals and blue gems on the back of the silver hand.
With a grasp of the void, the Silver Wick Sword appeared.
A wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.
John shows his response to the enemy.
"Maybe you can die and say hello to my old friend Barty for me."
The words fell.
"Shattered to pieces"
White and blue lightning collided in the middle.
A terrifying wave of magical energy exploded from the middle.
Whether it's the blood throne or the sharp crystal protruding from the ground.
At this moment, the aftermath spread across the entire island.
Wherever it went, the crystals it came into contact with shattered into crystal clear powder.
The next second, John raised his wand.
The impact of the two was directed towards the sky, and strong light exploded.
Ten armors of iron armor suddenly appeared in front of John.
The nine iron armor curses were broken.
The last one was penetrated by a silver light, and John raised the sword in his right hand.
From bottom to top, the sword cuts out an invisible edge.
A thin line extends from the ground to where Grindelwald originally was.
But Grindelwald has disappeared.
There was an explosion beside John, and he swung his sword decisively.
"Click."
With a tooth-piercing cracking sound, the armor spell summoned by Grindelwald was all shattered, and Grindelwald disappeared again.
John's feet suddenly collapsed, and he didn't wait to fall completely.
black crystal
Spikes thrust out of the pit to pierce John.
John waved his wand downward.
The soil on both sides of the pit turned into two large dogs to block the attack. John stepped on the dogs' heads, and bright light erupted above them.
The sword in his right hand raised his finger.
The magic spell was cut by the sword and slid to both sides.
"I found you."
John's eyes turned into vertical pupils.
Grindelwald, who was about to move, froze.
The pit exploded, and two white snakes wrapped around Grindelwald.
A popping sound appeared above the snake's head.
John pointed his wand at the top of Grindelwald's head.
White light penetrated the ground.
Continuously crushing and devouring, the pits on the ground extended for ten meters.
John Meteor Shoes stretched out its wings and stood in the air.
He looked sideways and saw Grindelwald dodging the attack and raising his wand outside the pit.
"Fire Shield"
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