Chapter 186:53

Fatil looked at the man standing in front of him, looked at Aglaia Silver, and said softly: "Go out for a while, I have something to say to Jacob."

Aglaia nodded, got up and left the cabin after putting on the bandage. However, before closing the door, he saw his father's expression, which was somewhat complicated and obscure.

After the door closed, Aglaia went to sit under an oak tree for a while.

For some reason, she felt a little weird. But what's wrong, she couldn't quite tell.

She has never seen her uncle tame the dragon, and to be honest, her uncle doesn't have a good reputation in the family. His mother and other relatives said he was an old playboy. But now it seems that this is not the case.

She stared at the dilapidated wooden house in the snow for a while, scratching her heart like a cat with curiosity.

She stooped and approached the dilapidated house, leaned against the door and listened, wanting to hear what her mother's younger brother was going to say to her father.

But after listening for a long time, there was no sound in the house. She glanced through the crack of the door, the two stood and sat across the fire, and the two in the wooden house fell into a long silence.

Just when Aglaia was wondering what kind of plane these two people were flying, Fatil asked softly:

"Are you here to kill me?"

Aglaia outside the house was standing on her head with hair all over her body. She never thought that this was the first sentence her father said. Is there any gap between father and uncle?

Jacob chuckled: "What are you talking about, we are a family."

After finishing speaking, he bent down, lifted the gauze on Fatier's chest with his leather-gloved fingers, and sighed, "I got hurt again."

Fatil looked at the man in front of him and sighed:

"You don't need to pretend, I know it's you. I have taught you for more than ten years, let alone compound soup, I know you even when you turn into ashes."

The man snapped his fingers and raised his head.

"How do you know?"

"You and Jacob were never the same, Gellert."

In the sky, the blizzard danced wildly like dense goose feathers.

The pupils of Aglaia, who was eavesdropping outside the house, contracted violently, and she was about to rush into the house almost immediately to rescue Fatier, but the great fear forced her to stay where she was.

The wind and snow rushed into the house through the wooden gaps, and the entrained snowflakes turned the man's hair completely white.

Grindelwald sat by the fire and asked, "How long have we not seen each other, Professor Drasses."

"I haven't counted."

"I counted, twenty-seven years."

Fatil: "Where is Jacob, is he dead?"

"Yes, I killed him."

Grindelwald said softly.

Fatil exhaled and leaned his head heavily on the wooden board behind him. After a long time, he sighed: "Are you still angry about that?"

"Which thing?"

Fatil said softly: "I would rather be the one who fell off the cliff back then, at least I don't have to see my only student degenerate into a devil step by step, Gellert."

"You think I did it out of a personal vendetta? No, Professor Drasses, I just did what you expected of me."

Gellert whispered very calmly, "I'm changing the world."

"I didn't let you kill people, let alone confuse people and control other people's thinking."

Gellert shook his head: "Do you think my subordinates work with me because they were bewitched by me? No, professor. People will never agree with people who are different from themselves."

It's not that I control them at all, those people choose me. Just like when you chose me to be your student. "

"I"

Fatil struggled to stand up.

Grindelwald looked at each other sympathetically, "We used to be the same people, to stop wars and change the world. These are the ideas you conveyed to me. Why, those memories are all one-time. After you teach me, you will forget Is it gone?"

"I haven't forgotten." Fatil panted, "I have been working hard for this goal all these years."

"That's right, running around, collecting fire dragons, selling your outdated theories, and maintaining stability with order. When did you become the person you hate the most?"

Inside the house, neither of the two men spoke again, but the violent fluctuations in their emotions almost made Aglaia outside the house unable to breathe.

The blizzard in the forest also became more and more violent. In less than three minutes, the slanting snow fell and covered her knees, making her unable to see anything clearly.

Fattier: "Gellert, have you ever had children?"

Grindelwald said indifferently: "No."

Fatil: "When my daughter was born, I held her in the palm of my hand, she was only the size of a palm, but at that moment, my mentality changed suddenly.

As embarrassing as it is to say it, the truth is, I find my youthful ideals ridiculous. The world cannot be changed, and forced changes will lead to terrible tragedies, just like those tragedies we encountered when we were young.

Stop it, Gellert, we're not young anymore, and you're in your fifties, grow up. Whatever you're doing, stop it. A stable life, isn't it good? "

Aglaia, who was eavesdropping outside the house, was both terrified and relieved. The increasingly violent snowstorm almost buried her. She wanted to stand up, but found herself unable to stand up.

The man's mental force field firmly controlled her on the spot, preventing him from moving.

Grindelwald didn't speak. He bent down and took the dragon egg that the father and daughter seized from Norbert Hagrid in his hands. After carefully looking at it for a long time, he murmured: "Rules. Hmph."

Looking at the colorful dragon egg, he raised his wand and pointed it at Fatil.

"You said I killed you, will the little girl outside be sad?"

"Are you going to kill her?" Fatil asked.

"Who knows?" Grindelwald said lightly.

Fatil closed his eyes, then opened them. He quickly drew out his wand and pointed at the other party.

Elder Grindelwald's wand flicked faster, and amidst the shining green light, the wooden house shattered and collapsed, and Fatil's wand was shattered.

In the snowstorm, Aglaia stood at the door, panting. Under Grindelwald's huge mental force field, she could hardly stand still, and she couldn't even hear any sound, but she still stood at the door.

However, after the green light flashed, death did not come, replaced by a strange itching in the lower abdomen. Fatil looked down, and the wound stabbed by the half-giant healed quickly. He looked up in astonishment, Grindelwald put away his wand, and said teasingly: "I don't owe you anything."

After speaking, he put the dragon egg in his chest, turned around and strode out the door.

When passing by Aglaia, she looked up and saw the pain and struggle flashing across the man's face, but the expression only lasted for a moment, and he returned to the godlike arrogance and indifference.

Then, he bent down and pressed it to Aglaia's ear: "Hoffa Bach will die in a week."

After finishing speaking, he apparated and disappeared in place.

The incomparable mental pressure disappeared. Aglaya didn't catch her breath, she stumbled into the house and grabbed Fadil by the collar.

"What's your relationship with Grindelwald?"

Fatil's wound healed quickly, but his face was still as pale as paper. He stood up against the wall, broke away from Aglaia and pushed her, and walked outside.

Aglaia: "Hey, let me ask you something, what happened to Jacob, what is your relationship with Grindelwald?"

"He is my student, don't ask, okay?"

With that, he drew Aglea to the dragons and tried to push her onto the Welsh Green's back.

"What are you doing?"

Aglaia asked.

"Take you home, take you and your mother to America."

Aglaia was startled, broke free, and said stubbornly, "No, I have to go back to school."

"Listen! Aglaia."

Fatil interrupted her: "He dared to appear in front of me like this, which means that this school and the British wizarding world are over. He never does things that are not sure."

"Then what?"

Aglaia asked.

"What? Then, this school is over, you have to leave here quickly." Then, he jumped on the dragon's back and stretched out his hand to Aglaia.

Aglaia looked at him in astonishment: "Hey, you can't teach such a big devil, and then just walk away like this."

Fatil said nothing, just held out his hand to her.

Aglaia opened the hand at once: "Why are you like this?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Fatil suddenly became angry: "What is the hero in the story? I am not his opponent, no one is his opponent, do you know his wand? Do you know his power?"

"What are you paying attention to?" Aglaia jumped anxiously, "I still have friends in that school."

"Don't be a fool here, okay?"

Fatil roared:

"Friends are like the wheat in the wheat field. After one stubble is harvested, another stubble grows. When one goes away, one comes again. I don't even remember what my fourteen-year-old friend looks like."

Aglea angrily pushed Fatil away, "That's enough, if you don't go, I will go by myself."

As she spoke, she started running in the snow without looking back.

Fatil jumped off the dragon's back angrily, and the shadow under his feet circled around the girl running ahead.

Aglaia was restrained by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground. Fatil rushed over, grabbed her body, and roared: "Is there something wrong with you, a fourteen-year-old kid is going against Grindelwald!?"

When Aglaia was picked up by him, a disdainful smile appeared on his face. This smile angered Fatil, he gritted his teeth, and knocked her on the head with one hand, trying to knock her unconscious and forcefully take her back.

But with this knock, he knocked Aglaia into foam, and scattered pieces in the snow.

It turned out that this was just an illusion, and the real she had already disappeared.