Chapter 197:64

The moment Hoffa buried nothingness in his heart, the world changed again. On the dark street, the flames were still crackling and burning, but the expressions of those crazy people returned to normal little by little.

They stopped from running wildly, put down their guns, bricks, knives, and stopped killing each other. They looked around wonderingly, as if they were just waking up from a big dream.

Someone looked at the corpse beside him and cried out in shock. Someone looked at the head in his hand and threw it away like an electric shock.

In a certain park, under the colorful and distorted sky, a man was pressing a woman under him, shaking his lower body desperately despite howling.

At this time, the colorful light flowing in the sky disappeared.

The man froze for a moment, then put on his pants.

He said affectionately to his crying girlfriend: "Honey, you have to believe me, what I love is your soul. Not your body."

Inside the church, a ferocious old pastor was slashing at believers with a kitchen knife. He was naked and naked.

At this time, the colorful light flowing in the sky disappeared.

The old pastor was startled, his eyes became clear again, he threw away the kitchen knife and put on his sermon uniform again.

“The virtue of the Lord shines on all things, and all the sufferings we suffer are the tests that the Lord gives us. In the face of sufferings, we should be full of gratitude”

In the shopping mall, a disheveled businessman was holding all kinds of expensive commodities and banknotes, drooling and playing around.

At this time, the colorful light flowing in the sky disappeared.

The businessman stopped, looked at the money in his hand, and immediately showed a distressed expression.

He covered his head frantically and yelled, then lay down on the ground without hesitation, and took back the money one by one.

Encountered someone unwilling to return the money.

The businessman would slap him on the head.

"Without transactions, there will be no society. What are you doing with my money?"

In a certain Muggle high school, a teacher is leading a group of students, tearing up books frantically, and the classroom is full of endless white confetti fluttering.

At this time, the colorful light flowing in the sky disappeared.

The teacher and the students paused, and then stopped moving. They stood in the classroom surrounded by flying confetti, and fell into an awkward silence.

Finally, the teacher coughed and said, "You guys, go to my office and get another set of homework books."

In a certain western country, a group of politicians fought each other frantically in the conference hall. They dragged each other's ties, poked each other's eyes with pens, and there were flying and smashing leather shoes everywhere in the sky.

At this time, the colorful light flowing in the sky disappeared.

The politicians who fought each other were stunned, and the leather boots flying in the sky fell to the ground one after another. They found their seats very quickly, tied their ties, put on their shoes, and continued to negotiate and hold the meeting as if nothing had happened.

The madness that shrouded the world disappeared, the sky was no longer distorted, and a trace of starlight shone through the dense dark clouds and sprinkled on the street. At this moment, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Inside Hogwarts, countless students who had been transformed into animals returned to their original state. After they got up, they looked at their palms in puzzlement, as if they had had an absurd and grotesque dream.

However, in the British Ministry of Magic, Fatil, who noticed this scene, hugged Vincent without hesitation, grabbed his hand, and roared: "Catch them!!"

This action was like igniting a powder keg. The surrounded Ministry of Magic officials drew out their wands. Countless prisoners swung their wands and rushed towards the Ministry of Magic officials.

And the Fire Dragon, who was blocked among the troops on both sides, began to breathe flames without hesitation after receiving the order. They shuttled through the crowd, flying up and down, and every time they opened and closed their mouths, some prisoners were burnt to the point of charred black.

For a moment, in the air, the curse stirred. Shards of shattered marble flew through the air like shrapnel.

Flames of various colors. Some statues were hit by the curse and corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some people were hit by the Shattering Curse, and their arms were blown into a blurred mass of flesh and blood, flying in the air.

The sound of shouting and fighting can be heard endlessly. Some Ministry of Magic officials fled in panic. They lay under the table and crawled forward, trying to climb out of the Shura field.

But someone had just climbed halfway, and was dragged out by the thighs of the crazy prisoners. The prisoner grinned grinningly and pointed his wand at the Ministry of Magic official, but in the next second, his upper body was bitten in half by a Heshidili black dragon.

Before the black dragon could swallow its body whole, several spells came from a distance, blowing up the black dragon until its scales flew and its eyes shattered.

All kinds of brutal roars can be heard endlessly.

in chaos.

Fatil pressed Vincent firmly to the ground, clasped his neck with one hand, took away his wand with the other, and then punched him heavily in the face.

"Be sober! Do you see that?"

The warden growled: "What did I see?"

Fatier: "The nothingness has disappeared, stop being bewitched by Grindelwald."

Vincent, who was lying on the ground, laughed, with unwillingness and despair in his smile, he shook his head: "You are still struggling, do you know, Grindelwald has long expected that such a thing might happen."

After a pause, he struggled and said, "He asked me to tell you."

Fatil pressed Vincent's neck, and an ominous premonition came to his mind: "Tell me what?"

The muscles on Vincent's face twitched a few times, and he said with a smile: "Grindelwald said that living is more painful than death. And giving death is a kind of mercy to him."

"What are you talking about?"

Fatil asked sharply, and his ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

"He also said, that for a moment, he really admired your daughter. She is tough, lively, optimistic, and always lives in the present. Compared with her, we are as ugly as maggots."

boom! !

Fatil was struck by lightning. He let go of Vincent and stumbled back.

After a few seconds, he rushed up again, pressed the warden of Azkaban against the wall, and roared sharply:

"Where's Grindelwald?"

Vincent looked at him sympathetically.

Fatil took out his wand, put it on his temple, and roared again: "Say, where is that guy!?"

"I have no idea."

Vincent blushed, "Where did you let your family go, don't you know?"

"I'm fucking asking you where Grindelwald is!!"

The tip of the wand was bent, and Vincent's face was deformed. He felt the undisguised killing intent, and raised his hand: "Grindelwald didn't tell me, he just said."

"say what?"

Fatil questioned.

"He also said, you, although you understand a lot of truths. But you are nothing more than a man with family supremacy, a mediocrity, a layman. You are not worthy to be a master of how to train a dragon."

Fati's face was pale, he let go of his hand weakly, and stared blankly at the chaotic Ministry of Magic, looking at the Azkaban prisoners who were fighting with the fire dragon. Then, without hesitation, he Apparated and disappeared into thin air.

Vincent lay on the ground, laughing. Laughing and laughing, his tears couldn't stop pouring out.

In the dark castle courtyard covered with creepers, patches of red roses dance slowly with the wind and waves. Like flames, like frost, mysterious, silent.

In the old castle, a man sits high above the hall, hidden behind the curtain, only a faint silhouette can be seen.

In front of him, there are several light blue transparent cubes floating in mid-air. Different figures are imprisoned in the cubes, including men and women.

They are locked in a transparent barrier, like goldfish floating in a fish tank, rolling slowly, not too disturbed by the gravity of the earth. The entire Drasses family is bound here.

The air is quiet, and the curtains are flying under the moonlight, as if this area is far, far away from any place of conflict on this planet.

With a crackling sound, the silence was broken.

Fatil apparated in the center of the hall, he slowly straightened up, and saw a group of people trapped in the barrier.

His complexion changed, and he stepped forward with great strides, sticking to the edge of the barrier

The people in the enchantment saw Fatil, and they began to slap the glass desperately, trying to make a sound. But it couldn't make the slightest sound.

Fatil walked slowly along the square barriers, and finally, he stopped.

Inside the barrier, a girl with silver hair was watching him quietly, her waterfall-like hair floating in the air.

Seeing this scene, Fatil clenched his fists tightly and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He turned around sharply and shouted angrily, "Let them go."

The sound came from far away in the silent darkness.

No one answered.

"Grindelwald!"

Fatil roared again: "Come at me if you have anything!"

Still no answer.

Fatil's voice calmed down a bit, he panted heavily, turned around and said, "Enough, tearing apart all illusions and letting everyone see the cold and rough reality, is that important to you?"

Finally, the silhouette in the darkness stood up, and walked out from behind the flying curtain somewhat stiffly, revealing a pale but elegant middle-aged face.

Fatil saw him, and the muscles on his face became tighter and tighter.

He repeated with a livid face: "Let them go."

"What's the price? Professor Drasses." The man asked softly.

"You can do whatever you want, Minister of Magic, the presiding judge of the Wizengamot, you can do anything, but let my family go."

Grindelwald made a thoughtful look: "Really, is this what you mean or the meaning of the twenty-eight pure-blood family?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

Fatil looked at each other without blinking: "Gellert, you want to change the world, yes, we cooperate with you, take your time, okay?"

"Take it easy?"

Grindelwald whispered softly:

"You are bad at learning, teacher, do you want to kill my passion in endless daily routines and meetings? Do you want to use power and desire to corrupt my pure soul?"

"No, I just don't want to see the world being turned into a mess by you."

"enough."

Grindelwald interrupted Fatil casually: "I want something less complicated."

"what do you want?"

Grindelwald rubbed his chin and grinned: "We haven't had a serious chat for a long time, why don't we chat now."

Fatil almost went crazy, he looked at his wife and daughter in the barrier, his heart was beating violently. Finally, he raised his arm and took a step back peacefully: "You can talk about anything you want, don't hurt them."

"It's up to you."

Grindelwald said with a smile: "Have a good chat, maybe I will let them go."

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

Grindelwald: "Remember our days in Durmstrang?"

Fatil: "Remember."

Grindelwald showed nostalgia, and murmured almost to himself: "The black walls, the podium covered with candles, the walls full of black magic analysis books, and the dungeon full of chains and cages."

After thinking about it for a moment, he sighed again.

"I remember, when you taught me the first class, you once told a story."

Fatil turned pale and did not answer.

"Remember that story?"

Grindelwald whispered softly.

"Remember."

Fatil's voice was hoarse.

tell me that story.

Grindelwald said softly.

Fatil looked at him and shook his head: "Gellert"

Grindelwald raised his right hand slightly.

Immediately, several transparent spikes appeared inside the barrier that trapped the members of the Drasses family. The splash sprayed silently on the transparent wall of the enchantment.

This scene distorted Fatil's face in pain. His nails sank deep into the flesh, but his lips were tightly pressed, and he still did not speak.

Seeing that Fatil didn't speak, Grindelwald raised his hand again, and the barrier Aglea was in shrank, and countless transparent spikes emerged from the top of the barrier.

"Tell me that story."