Chapter 628 1945-0-?

"Ah... this..."

For the first time, Haierbo showed a new expression other than arrogance and contempt. He looked awkwardly at the open space between himself and Dumbledore. It disappeared there, and for a moment of trance, he seemed to see an abstract manor, but at the moment it was empty and there was nothing there.

But the faces of the two people on the opposite side showed strange colors. There was a look of relief and trust in Dumbledore's eyes, but the embarrassment on Grindelwald's face was no less than that of Haierbo. The air froze into a solid body, and finally, a figure camouflaged by the Illusion Curse finally revealed its clues in the trembling. Haierbo reacted instantly, waving his wand at the person with only a vague outline.

But the spell disappeared again, and the scene fell into an unbreakable silence. The abstract painting once again passed by his eyes like a hooligan, stole his spell, and disappeared quickly.

He was so angry that he stretched out his hand and vigorously spread the five fingers that had just grown out, trying to absorb the soul of this young man like plundering other people's black magic, but the invisible man in front of him was unwavering, making him feel astonished. Grindelwald felt that the extremely tricky magic had become a pretentious gesture. He stared wide-eyed. In his eyes, the disillusionment spell was no different from a joke. This kind of magic that can only distort light may be a perfect disguise in the eyes of most people. , but in the eyes of a great wizard like him who understands the true meaning of the soul, everyone is like a bright light bulb, and the color of the soul is there, which is stronger than the rhinoceros standing in the middle of the field at the Quidditch match. striking.

He has never seen this intruder, this is a new character he has never seen before, but he can clearly smell the hatred, discrimination and other bad characters emanating from him from tens of meters away. But why does such a wizard lack traces of black magic on his body? Why can't such a person use black magic? He is incomprehensible.

But Dumbledore seemed to be familiar with that person. He looked at the back in the field, smiled, and said, "You're here."

That vague shadow finally had a new movement, and the Disillusionment Curse peeled off half of its body like a cicada, revealing the same hair and beard as Dumbledore, a rebellious and colorful face, and a mouth full of A poor-quality cigarette, he held a heavy "tower shield" like a medieval knight-if you ignore that shield is actually a picture frame, ignore that he is wearing a suit that a decent person among wizards would not choose The dragon leather jacket studded with rivets, ignoring the fact that he was cursing and greeting the great man's eighteen generations of relatives with Haier Bodu's amazing vocabulary, he could probably be regarded as a knight.

"You are begging for death, mortal," Haierbo's eyes twitched. Even a dictator like him who has practiced tyranny for hundreds of years has never been insulted like this. This made him separate from the self-proclaimed god. distance, because not only could he not ignore insults, but he also couldn’t shut up the man who looked like Dumbledore on the opposite side for a while. He accentuated his words and said calmly, “You are asking for death.”

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry."

Aberforth dismissed him casually, turned to look at Dumbledore, spit out the cigarette that was burning his beard on the ground, and gave Grindelwald a vicious look, as if to say, "I'll settle the score with you later." , his heart was beating wildly, and the rascal look on his face was just to hide his nervousness, he fixed his gaze on Dumbledore, and said, "Anna lent me her picture frame, if your Incompetence made her a homeless child, and I'll make you homeless too."

Dumbledore's pupils were locked tightly, and he finally noticed the picture frame that Aberforth was holding in his hand. He nailed two strong cowhide straps to the back of the picture frame to cover his arms, and the style of the picture frame was the same as that of the picture frame. The picture frame that was hung by Dumbledore himself at the end of the corridor at the door of the Slytherin lounge was exactly the same. The oil painting appeared in front of Dumbledore as Aberforth turned around. He was afraid that Aberforth would bring Ariana with him. On the battlefield, he missed his breath for half a beat.

Fortunately, the scenery in the frame is completely different from what Dumbledore imagined. It is a painting with a distinctive modernist style. Inside is a deconstructed ranch manor. Dumbledore frowned slightly, I remembered where I had seen similar buildings.

"This is--"

"Where's Nelson?" Aberforth looked around, and Dumbledore realized that he was holding a tattered old boot in his hand, which seemed to be a portkey, Aberforth Si searched for Nelson's figure and muttered, "Did he run away?"

"Did he find you?"

Dumbledore took the crucial information out of his words, so he had at least met Nelson quite a short time ago? He turned his head and looked behind him. In the city of Berlin, Nelson was standing right in front of the Muggle team, condensing their spells into a cluster, and shooting towards Haierbo again.

"Yeah, he found me fifteen minutes ago," Aberforth threw the old boots in his hand to the ground, raised the picture frame with his backhand, and used the unreasonable method just now to block Haierbo's constant attacks. Incantation, holding the "shield" trot to Dumbledore, said in a low voice, "I was in Boston to stop those dementors that suddenly appeared, you know, I have been squatting in your request two months ago There it was, and he suddenly appeared, and took me to Ilvermorny."

"Ilvermorny?"

"Yes," Aberforth nodded, "He wanted to find a painting that could be used as a passage. During this time, I was worried that there was no one at home, so I took Anna with me. After hearing what he said, Anna said that she could .”

"Did Anna ask for it herself?" Dumbledore shook his head and sighed.

"Yes, damn it, I shouldn't have let her out," Aberforth clenched his fists and said cursingly, "He chatted with Anna for a while, and then he kicked a concrete block in the garden, Damn it, it was actually a house. I don’t know what kind of enmity he had with the owner of that house, but he actually filled their house with cement. After a while, he came out with this new painting and handed me a pair of boots , left foot to the Ministry of Magic...Damn it, it's already a mess, and that Richie has some skills. Anyway, I found his office there and reinforced this painting. He seems to have made one a long time ago. The idea of ​​the portal leading to that room, I don’t know what’s in there, as for the right foot, it’s here.”

Dumbledore looked at the boot that Aberforth threw to the ground, it was his right foot.

"He also told me to recall all the words that can be used to swear as soon as possible, and organize the words to swear at the person who should be sweared the most when he reaches the locality. He said that person's psychological endurance is very poor. Now that I think about it, I don't think this is pointing at Sang Huai. Are you saying I have no quality?" Aberforth became even more indignant, "Damn it, if I can survive, I must let him know what real lack of quality is... He immediately went to that garden to find someone, Let me come here and follow your command, I saw this despicable Haierbo on the water curtain in Boston, I thought he was a mythical figure before, I don’t have any ideas now, what do you say.”

"Cough." Grindelwald coughed, clutching his chest.

"Don't think about commanding me, Grindelwald," Aberforth glared at Grindelwald, "If Hai Erbo can destroy the world with you, I don't think it's bad, what do you think?"

Grindelwald didn't speak, but just spread his hands helplessly, and threw a pink fur ball to Aberforth, who subconsciously caught it, and after seeing that it was the Nirvana Fox, hurriedly Tucking it into his pocket, he gave Grindelwald another hard look.

"Did Nelson say what the painting was?"

"He didn't say it was a last resort, don't put Hai Erbo in it, that's the worst way."

"Really?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "So, this is a means to restrain Hai Erbo when it is absolutely necessary."

"Isn't it too offensive for you to whisper like this?" Haierbo's voice sounded faintly behind Aberforth, bringing a series of metal clashes, and Dumbledore saw Haierbo's distorted body on the edge of the picture frame. Even though the chains leading to nothingness are still wrapped around his wrists, he can move freely out of the narrow battle circle just now. He grabbed the edge of the picture frame and looked at the top of Aberforth's head, and asked softly, "I Curious, how stupid do you have to be to not even learn the powerful black arts?"

"I*!"

Aberforth's intrusion added a lot of unanticipated quality to the fight, but his recklessness did not conflict with his being a powerful wizard who could briefly rival Grindelwald. He turned his head sharply, arms Lifting it subconsciously, the picture frame hit Haierbo's chin fiercely. Haierbo was stunned. He never thought that someone would use such a method to attack him, and he never thought that such an attack could hurt him. , but he now understands that although such an "upcut" is harmless, it is extremely insulting.

At the moment when he was dazed, the three people gathered together suddenly disappeared, and Aberforth appeared in the distance behind him, and Grindelwald helped Dumbledore to distance himself from the front.

"You seem to have misunderstood, despicable Haierbo, black magic is so simple, it is obviously prepared for dark wizards with poor brains," Aberforth kept Nelson's words in mind, and continued to output words facing Haierbo's back , Dumbledore looked worriedly at Haierpo, whose face was getting worse and worse, and heard Aberforth's distant provocation, "It is precisely because I don't want to make myself incontinent in my later years that I don't learn a single black magic. , you can't hold back now, it's okay, I won't discriminate against you!"

Has "God" ever been insulted like this? This is different from the strife of power and the confrontation of power. It is completely scolding by rogues. Haierbo has no idea how to fight back. He just wants to make this annoying fly shut up, but the spells he keeps shooting are captured by the abyss of the oil painting. The giant mouth swallowed without falling, and in anger, he appeared in front of Aberforth, stretched out his wand and pointed at the building in the oil painting, and he saw a mad woman with disheveled hair crawling from a distance. He rushed over, so he aimed at her and recited a spell silently.

Thick dark green beams of light burst out crazily from the bone wand, Aberforth only had time to push the picture frame upwards, and the curse, which was almost as thick as a tree and was enough to dim all light, was distorted The picture devours it all, wreaking havoc on the fragmented pasture, dissolving the collaged animals in the painting, but it just doesn't penetrate the canvas and hit Aberforth.

Haierbo suddenly realized that the canvas seemed to lead to a space he didn't understand, and was about to go around behind Aberforth, but the raised frame had already touched his wand, and with a sudden pounce, it hit the back of his hand.

His eyes widened, and for the first time a look of horror appeared on his face. What kind of magic is this? He felt a pure but frantic greed from the painting, a power comparable to the essence of magic he discovered when he created black magic with "maliciousness". He didn't know that this was a witch who was tortured to madness by the past At the end of the road, he used the magic power of his soul and just wanted to escape, but the desire coming from the frame sucked his skin firmly. Haierbo uttered a national curse in ancient Greek, and the colors around him were like The scenes in the paintings are generally deconstructed and distorted. Although the magic power is far inferior to his, it has approached the ancestor of black magic in terms of emotional purity.

The shape is dislocated, the colors are disordered, and the light and shadow are flooding. Hai Erbo is enveloped by flowing colors. The bone wand was almost joined together, and the scene in the painting was filled with a woman lying on the other side laughing wildly. Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched when he saw the woman's face.

"Melissa..."

"Tsk," Grindelwald tutted lightly, with an extremely complicated expression on his face, and he was also surprised by the magic of the painting, "Professor Sykes? This is really... breathtaking."

...

"I need time."

Sweat dripped from Nelson's forehead, and the edges of his body showed a strange flickering blur, as if in the smallest unit of time that could be divided, he was in a state that was completely different from the last second.

A phantom formed by white mist appeared around him. With him as the center, neat rows of bookshelves stretched toward the soles of Alexander's feet. Each shelf was marked with a year, and the bookshelf closest to him was condensed by white mist. The books are filled with four numbers - 1945.

Followed by the same solid 1944, 1943, 1942... Thousands of bookshelves spread out like dominoes in the distance. "In the future, not to mention a book, even the shape of the bookshelf itself will be difficult to distinguish.

The chaotic outline suddenly solidified, he opened his eyes, and the steel giant behind him opened the exhaust holes of his body, bursting out hot steam, releasing the heat accumulated in the overloaded core.

Nelson squinted his eyes. He understood better than anyone else that Hai Erbo, who stood above the black magic, had a steady stream of power. He had to find a way to break through the ignorant age with few written records, find the truth about the ancestor of the black wizard, and find the truth. Ways to fight him.

"It's not enough... not enough, me."

The saints standing around half-kneeled on the ground, with their right hands covering their chests, bowed their heads and said, "We will exchange our lives for time, and we will make your name go down in history."

"I don't want your lives," Nelson shook his head, and the surrounding bookshelves slowly dissipated. He raised his head, looked at the starlight in the deep sky covered by daylight through the dazzling steel stars, and just missed the goal. He heard When I heard the call of fate, I heard my own call, "I did this for your life. We have enough time, but we want to explore the light that has been frozen for a long time, and want to pry them open to peek into the truth of the past. More magic is needed."

He stretched out his hand, and a firmly locked black box appeared in his hand, looking in Tom's direction.

"I need your help."