Chapter 624: Cursing the Past (Part 2)

The white mist outlines an orderly outline, shining enough light to light up the battlefield under the oppressive sky, as time goes by, as Nelson's prayer draws to a close, as more and more Muggles take With the magic wand, the city has become more and more concrete.

The endless flow of vehicles is driving on the wide road, crushing the ruins and broken walls, passing through the bodies of the two sides standing in the ruins, and driving to their destination. With the rising sun, coming and going, Pedestrians in the mist are starting their daily routines. Some of them are carrying briefcases, some are holding slices of bread, and their backs are not carrying the pressure of the war-torn era like those people of color. The children in line are singing They crossed the road with songs they didn't understand, and the passing traffic stopped knowingly to avoid pedestrians.

At the moment when the singing sounded, the voice belonging to that city also sounded at the same time, making Berlin, which was filled with a depressive atmosphere and was shocked by the spectacle of the mirage and fell into silence, become noisy again. There was a lot of yelling early, and the details were so detailed that people couldn't help but feel that it was a real world that was better than this.

Those towering and beautiful buildings can’t even see the top, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that they go deep into the sky. They are square and square, showing an aesthetic feeling that is both orderly and practical, but no one who sees them will feel that the feet under their feet This city, which was almost completely razed to the ground, will grow into this appearance that can only be looked up to in the future, just like thousands of cities in the world.

If someone told a wizard there that in fifty years there would be hundreds of cities like this in the world, he would not believe it. He will tell you that it is a dream, that wizards who are accustomed to crooked aesthetics cannot build such a regular building. As for Muggles, their most prosperous New York was built by wizards for them. They want them to build their own buildings and come out of the straw shed first. talk later!

Their curious eyes flocked to Nelson, and they instinctively thought that any novelty that appeared in Berlin now had something to do with this naughty young man, but unfortunately, Nelson was still maintaining that silver rain, guarding his Soldiers fought around, and no one acted as a commentator to explain to them what it was.

This must be a new magic created by the careerist Nelson, and he must not be allowed to complete it! The Aurors, who were used to fighting, instinctively increased their firepower. For some reason, their black magic became more handy. Maybe even the god of magic stood behind them, tacitly allowing them to use evil to fight against subversion, and they seemed to be inspired In general, he broke through the monkeys who seemed to have learned magic, and rushed towards Nelson, who was surrounded by the crowd, with a destructive momentum.

Black magic has never had such a place in official history. Those spells that are several times more powerful than before are condensed together. They no longer have the characteristics of chaos and brutality. Instead, they cooperate with each other, like a powerful army that has regained its backbone. Condensed into a phantom of a ferocious snake, raised its head high, and opened its bloody mouth towards Nelson, with a humanized ironic expression in the big green eyes.

"Roar!"

It is not the voice of any known creature, but the pure evil has been revealed. The Aurors were horrified to find that the magic they cast had lost control, and they dexterously rushed towards Nelson as if they had given birth to their own intelligence. go.

On the edge of the city, far away in the outskirts, a black figure stood there proudly, like a sculpture, as if he stood on the field when the city was founded, although it was far away, Everyone could see his figure clearly. He was raising a pale magic wand, slashing down at the phantom of the city that was spreading under his feet.

"destroy!"

The high-rise building that had just erected a steel frame in front of it was cut off in half, and collapsed along the slope. A dark green crescent rushed towards the center of the city with all-swallowing brutality, splitting people's sights in two, and those collapsed buildings smashed into pieces. On the ground, let the ground of this city tremble, this mirage that does not belong to this world, at this moment, under Hai Erbo's high-profile return declaration, overlaps with reality!

"I have said more than once that he has a vision far beyond this era. I think maybe because he is also a prophet, he sees farther than me," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and sighed, "He created A huge magical army, he can become an army by himself, of course, we can already see the effect of these things now, his strength has accumulated to a certain extent, and finally, he persuaded France through his own channels The government, which held a wizarding World's Fair at the same time as the Muggle World's Fair, and single-handedly abolished the International Statute of Secrecy in the wake of the Muggle World's Fair."

"But from that day on, the ancient prophecy has been running like a landslide on the road to fulfillment. Under your guidance and instruction, he used death as a bait to get the support of the International Federation of Wizards, but the door is open in Paris. In the conference hall, how could they not study secretly? What does it mean to defeat death? You should be very clear," Grindelwald looked at the camp of the International Federation of Wizards with disgust, and said softly, "They frequently provoke death, In addition to bringing the predictable ending of death to those researchers, it also loosened the originally unbreakable barrier between life and death time and time again, and also gave Haierbo, who was locked in death, the nourishment to survive until the end of his life. Today, they forced Nelson to attach the soul he created to his alchemy tool called the missionary. Those little gadgets called mayflies are strange magic brought by the female magician in Krakow, and they have been born. Without the wisdom of chaos, their sacrifices are no different from the death of any life with a soul!"

Dumbledore's expression froze, and his expression towards the sky sank again.

"How many mayflies did he make? I don't know, maybe millions, maybe tens of millions. It is said that those things can make themselves, like locusts. Some of my followers told me that he may have had the above. An army of 100 million people, do you know what that is? Have you seen what it looks like when 100 million people are crowded together? Do you know that the steel giant over there is made up of mayflies the size of geckos?" Grindelwald Unable to hide his surprise, he raised his voice, "I don't know if you're shocked or not, anyway, I'm scared, I want to stop him, at least persuade him to slow down, but it's too late, the followers he has gathered over the years are enough to deceive Nurmengard's sight, confused my audition, and by the time I realized it, he was already speaking in Berlin with vengeance!"

"The wave of death brought about by the mayfly's sacrifice rushed into the illusion at the same time. Any disaster that happened in history... tsunamis, earthquakes, famines, plagues, wars, massacres... are not enough to hold a candle to," Grindelwald stared blankly at the emerging city outline, and said softly, "Maybe these magically created beings don't have the quality comparable to real, concrete souls, but their shocking number is enough to shock death and make them unbreakable." Immediately afterwards, as mentioned in the prophecy, the great death made the most despicable gangrene in the world complete his despicable smuggling plan. power, and it is impossible to judge what kind of legacy will be left to him by the people who have used the convenience of black magic for thousands of years to get deeper and deeper."

"Then let him not be released!"

"Don't let him out, and then?" Grindelwald asked loudly, "Can't you see what they are going through? Don't you know what I just said so much? Magic only needs to memorize spells to display the power of other magic that decades of training may not be able to achieve. Every use of black magic is equivalent to accumulating power for Hai Erbo. We will not release him now to completely solve the hidden danger , do you want people who will be hundreds of years later to face him who has accumulated hundreds of years of strength?"

"I didn't expect you to still have such awareness," Dumbledore's eyes had a trace of unconcealable suspicion, which made Grindelwald a little bit shocked, his face stinky a little, and the conversation between the two seemed to be back to normal somehow. Dumbledore turned his head in embarrassment when he saw this when he was young, and said, "You didn't deny the accusations I made against you about Nelson's plan just now."

"You guys misunderstood me too much," Grindelwald shook his head, his tone a little bad, "I just didn't expect, Albus, that you didn't even cover it up, oh my god, I'm really... Closer to home , I do want to make this world what I want it to be, to let the capable people stand high and the mediocre fall into the mud. Damn, I don’t know how to make disgusting things like Horcruxes, so what should I do then? I said, fate is irresistible. Could it be that you will be painted as a portrait and hung in the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts? Willing to watch that disgusting guy climb out of his grave and get everything? Damn, there is nothing more disgusting than this for people who are eager to make rules. I must dig this gangrene in advance so that my world will not be destroyed. This kind of petty destruction, the so-called dispute between wizards and Muggles, may not be as important to Nelson as the sum of 10,000 Herbos, but in my opinion, only from the perspective of the intensity of the war, the International Federation of Wizards Playing house with Muggles is just an appetizer for dessert."

"Won't fate arrange another hero?"

"Albus, you say things like that, but I know what's on your mind?"

"What am I thinking?"

"You just haven't figured out a way, so you have to keep asking to cover up your silence," Grindelwald said with a sidelong glance at Dumbledore, "Want to make a bet? I remember that the British like betting the most. "

"What bet?"

"If there really appears in the future an evil monster that is harmful enough to the world, as you said, fate will arrange for this world to have his old enemy, and arrange for this hero to fight him," Grindelwald laughed He smiled, "But I think that you will not choose to pin your hopes on that hero, but go out yourself to eliminate the threat."

"..."

"Want to gamble?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, but just pointed at the glasses with his wand, making the lenses stained by the fog bright again. He carefully adjusted his sleeves, neckline, and buttons, straightened his glasses, and even knelt down to wipe them. The ashes stuck to the shoeshine, as if they were going to participate in a grand ceremony, expressed their silent attention.

"I have a question, Gellert." After doing all this, Dumbledore stood up, patted the creases on his trousers, looked forward, and asked Grindelwald, who was shoulder to shoulder, "Do you have any questions?" What is the basis for placing this war at the present time?"

"To tell you the truth, in my opinion, hundreds of years in the future, there will be no chance to pull out Hai Erbo's gangrene better than this era with me."

"Really? I thought that fate told you that it arranged for a hero to bury Hai Erbo for this era."

"No," Grindelwald, who has always been confident after encountering Dumbledore, was a little shaken at this time. He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. Nelson's figure had been completely condensed by the crowd, spells and black magic. The giant snake covered it, and after a moment of silence, he said softly, "He doesn't believe in fate, just like when I saw him for the first time seven years ago, I didn't find him in fate."

"How do you know this?"

"It's time, Albus, time will tell us the only correct answer after all the unknown questions have been answered," Grindelwald raised his right hand, opened the sleeve of his left arm, a rusty but still shining A silver chain was tightly bound on his forearm, and the silver pocket watch hanging from the silver chain was close to the palm of his left hand, "Nelson wrote to me last month, saying that he was going to the United Nations to sue me. It's the time-turner I got from him, it's the greatest invention of wizards, I think it's so much bigger than the wand, I don't know how he came up with such a thing in his head, you can figure it out Albus? Anyway, I can’t think of it, it gives the future and even the past unlimited possibilities, but maybe because I am not the inventor who doesn’t understand the principle, I can’t use it as he wrote in the experiment log It travels through time and space, reversing the past, but the clearer, palpable future is enough to make my prophet more real and detailed."

The Aurors watched helplessly as the collapse spread towards them, and the destroyed buildings shattered into misty mist, which was swallowed by the giant snake with its mouth wide open. They flicked their wands vigorously to control their magic, as if they were shaking A pen with no ink, and the homework is short of the last word, but the priceless power of black magic seems to have left everyone, even those little curses that make the enemy's nose grow mottled have lost their original meaning. They want to resist the crescent of destruction, but facing the creator of black magic, these ridiculous resistances are tantamount to mantising a cart.

The overwhelming power caused despair to grow rapidly in people's hearts, and it also made the giant snake and crescent moon stronger in excitement.

The crescent, which has been as long as Berlin, is advancing steadily. The mirage of this skyscraper city is completely irresistible. In the blink of an eye, it has come to the center of the battlefield. Green smoke is coming from the eye sockets of every wizard who has used black magic. Gushing out, with the magic power of their souls, they gathered towards the crescent moon.

Is it all over? They don't yet know if the suffocating wizard is Nelson's rescuer.

In desperation, wands fell to the ground one after another, and the Aurors gave up their resistance and even closed their eyes.

So they didn't see that two wizards who seemed impossible to stand together appeared side by side, standing in front of the devastating spell.