198 Chapter 65, the Fate of Extinguishing

After seeing the spikes in Aglea's barrier, Fatil finally panicked, his back was wet, and he raised his arms: "I said, I said"

Grindelwald withdrew his fingers in satisfaction, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Fatil's Adam's apple twitched, and he narrated in a hoarse tone: "Once upon a time, there was a group of prisoners in a cave. Their hands and feet were tied, and their bodies could not turn around. They could only turn their backs to the cave entrance."

Grindelwald nodded, with a faint intoxication on his expression.

Fathil: "There was a white wall in front of them and a fire was burning behind them. On that white wall they saw their own shadow and since they couldn't see anything else, the group of prisoners thought the shadow was the real thing .”

Having said that, Fatil couldn't continue, but seeing the enchantment behind him, he finally began to grit his teeth:

"At last a man broke free from his chains and groped his way out of the hole. For the first time he saw the real thing.

He returns to the cave and tries to explain to the others that those shadows are just illusions, and to show them the path of light.

But to the prisoners, the man seemed even more foolish than before he escaped, and declared to him that there was nothing in the world but shadows on the wall. "

After telling this story, Fatiltu was drained of all his strength and stood staggeringly on the ground.

Grindelwald's eyes gradually changed from nostalgia to regret. He looked at the pale Fatil and said softly: "Professor, it's hard for you to remember this story after so many years."

"You don't have to come and mock me, Gellert." Fatil said loudly, "I just chose the life I want. If you hold a grudge against what happened back then, you can kill me."

"Kill you? I know that you don't go home for many years and alienate your wife and daughter, but you are afraid that they will be sad when I kill you. But you made a mistake, professor. I am It's impossible to kill you. If you think I'm an Avenger, it's too boring."

Grindelwald said calmly: "I don't want to avenge you at all, I just want to turn you into a person like me."

"You let them go, you can do whatever you want."

Fatil's voice was pleading, "I've already told you the story."

Grindelwald still shook his head, "I have already seen through your truth. Lies and compromises are useless to me."

"What do you want?"

Grindelwald smiled casually: "If you want to prove yourself, then prove it to me."

"How to prove it!?"

"It's very simple, kill me."

Grindelwald threw the Elder Wand forward.

In the dark castle, the black, slender Elder Wand drew a parabola in the sky, and landed in Fatil's hand.

Fatil caught the wand in a daze, as if he didn't understand this absurd game at all.

Grindelwald raised his palm calmly, and said with a smile: "Kill me, or I will kill all your family members."

After finishing speaking, he calmly raised his arm, and gave it a false grip, sharp spikes grew out of the transparent barriers on everyone's bodies. At this moment, those bound people in the barrier twisted and struggled desperately.

Fatil raised the Elder Wand without hesitation and pointed it at Grindelwald. At this moment, the chill can almost freeze the air.

"Do it, Professor Drasses."

Grindelwald smiled casually: "In this world, no one is different. A student, a prisoner, or a principal.

All people are the same, essentially the same, selfish, stupid, insensitive, cold. They are all prisoners in the cave. "

Fatil held up his wand, "Why on earth are you...?"

"There is no reason, I just don't want to be with this dirty world."

Grindelwald tilted his head and jokingly said, "Hurry up, kill me."

In the clouds dozens of kilometers away, Hoffa flew in the sky, a thousand kilometers away in an instant.

Looking down from a high place, coupled with a huge perception, the whole world is like a holographic map, unfolding in front of him.

It's just that this holographic map is made up of black and white lines, and countless souls walk in this world made up of black and white lines.

High in the air, he quickly locked Grindelwald's position. At that moment, he felt the almost boundless surging power, as well as the ubiquitous breath of death.

At this moment, the god of death smiled in the sky. It seems that there is a huge skeleton knight, wearing armor, flying across the sky on a white horse, with a playful smile on his face.

That power frightened Hoffa, he knew that it was the top power in the world. A person with that power is enough to become the representative of the gods in this world.

The huge ominous impact hit his heart, he restrained his mind and looked intently.

Although separated by dozens of kilometers, he still saw what happened in the castle. He saw Fatil, holding the Deathly Hallows Elder Wand in his hand, pointing at a person.

pointing at who?

Grindelwald?

Hoffa looked carefully.

With just one glance, he was completely stunned.

In the real rule world composed of black and white lines, Grindelwald's soul and Aglea's soul are completely opposite.

Fatier, pointing with his wand, was not Grindelwald at all, but his own daughter, Aglaia. And the real Grindelwald is in the enchantment behind him. He controlled Aglaya with the Imperius Curse and changed her appearance.

Seeing this clearly, Hoffa shuddered, his heart seemed to be caught by giant claws, he raised his head to the sky and let out a sharp cry, accelerated his speed again, and rushed towards the incident with all his strength.

At this moment, he clearly felt Grindelwald's madness.

What on earth is he going to do?

Inside the castle.

Fatil still held his wand flat, aiming at the man in front of him.

The tip of the elder wand trembled, as if longing, longing for the joy of reaping life. It seemed to be uneasy again, uneasy about the coming terror.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the lightning in the distance seemed so powerless under this dark night.

A gust of wind blew by, and the roses in the garden, under this ubiquitous and huge force, rolled their petals all over the ground, and flew up after rolling and rolling.

Some petals floated into the room, quickly turning black and withering as they passed between the two confronting men.

"Grindelwald" spoke again, and he sneered, "Why, Mr. Drasses, would you rather wait for me to kill your family than kill me?"

Fatil: "What's wrong with you? Can you be normal."

"You kill me, maybe you can understand me."

"Grindelwald" casually raised his hand again, and the sharp transparent blade in the barrier continued to grow longer, and several people's faces had been drawn with blood.

Fatir's palms trembled more violently, and drops of cold sweat slid from his face to the ground.

Looking at the tip of the wand, "Grindelwald" suddenly shook, as if struggling.

As soon as he shook, Fatil immediately held the elder wand firmly.

After the shaking ended, the man raised his head under the moonlight, "Do you know how this wand came about, Professor." He said hoarsely, "Why don't I tell you a story too."

"Shut up, Grindelwald."

"Shut up."

"When I was traveling in Europe, I once met a lonely drunk who had drunk too much and was drunk on the streets of Paris at three in the morning.

However, when I turned him over, I found that he was Osparton, the Dark Lord of the previous generation, the god of duels, who had never lost in his life. "

"Shut up, Gellert."

"He had an empty wine bottle and an Elder Wand in his hand in his desperation. I took a fancy to that wand, but he begged me to buy him a bottle of wine. For the wand, I killed him. He didn't Any resistance, just died in the gutter in obscurity."

"Enough, Gellert Grindelwald!"

"At that moment, I realized that in the face of death, anyone is insignificant."

After finishing speaking, Grindelwald suddenly pressed his palm, and dense spikes pierced through the barrier one by one. Finally, Fatil closed his eyes and flicked his wand:

"Avada Kedavra!!"

Green light erupted from the elder's wand.

At this moment, it was as if the god of death raised a huge sickle, and the sickle slashed down heavily.

Lightning flashed across the flying tower. Hoffa's eyes, which were as fast as the wind in the distance, suddenly enlarged, and his body in flight gave a heavy pause. Sliding from the clouds and falling to the ground, smashing five or six houses in a row, he stumbled up from the ruins and muttered: "This is not true."

After speaking, his face turned pale, he turned into a thunderbird again, and disappeared into the sky again.

The green light disappeared, and everything returned to silence. I don't know how long it has passed, maybe only a minute, maybe only a second.

The pale-faced Fatil opened his eyes. In the dark castle, the curtains were still flying, and the man in front of him had already fallen to the ground. The air is so still, serene, peaceful.

He looked at the wand in his hand, and then at the corpse in front of him that was safely on the ground. For a moment, he seemed to forget words.

He let out a long sigh and turned around.

But, then, he froze.

The enchantment that binds the family has not disappeared.

Those transparent cubes are still floating in the air.

Then, the cube loaded with Aglea slowly fell to the ground.

A girl with fluttering hair came out of it indifferently, raising her body as she walked. Eventually, she turned into another tall figure.

Grindelwald stood in front of Fatiel intact.

There is only endless sympathy and sarcasm in the eyes.

"You're really good at it, Professor."

Fatil stood there blankly: "What about you?"

"Only those who understand the real can perfectly control the illusion, are you right, Professor Drasses."

After finishing speaking, Grindelwald raised his hand, and the elder wand returned to his hand like a bird returning to its nest.

Fatil was startled, he mechanically turned little by little, and the dead man who fell on the ground behind him had completely changed his appearance.