The moment Hoffa buried the emptiness in his heart, the world changed again. On the dark street, the flames were still crackling, but the crazy people's expressions slowly returned to normal.
They stopped running, put down their guns, put down their bricks, put down their knives, and stopped killing each other. They looked around in confusion, as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Some people looked at the corpses beside them and cried out in shock. Some people looked at the head in their hands and threw it away as if they had been electrocuted.
In a park somewhere, under the colorful and distorted sky, a man was pressing a woman under his body, shaking his lower body desperately despite her cries.
At this moment, the colorful light in the sky disappeared.
The man was stunned, so he put on his pants.
He said to his crying girlfriend affectionately, "Dear, you have to believe me, I love your soul. Not your body. "
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In the church, an old priest with a ferocious face was slashing at the believers with a kitchen knife. He was naked, without a single piece of clothing on.
At this moment, the colorful light in the sky disappeared.
The old priest was shocked, and his eyes regained clarity. He threw away the kitchen knife and put on his preacher's robe again.
"The Lord's virtue shines on all things, and all the suffering we suffer is a test given to us by the Lord. In the face of suffering, we must be grateful …"
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In the shopping mall, a businessman in messy clothes was holding all kinds of expensive goods and paper money, drooling everywhere for fun.
At this moment, the colorful light in the sky disappeared.
The businessman stopped and looked at the money in his hand, and suddenly showed a pained expression.
He held his head and roared, and then lay on the ground without hesitation, taking back the money piece by piece.
If someone was unwilling to return the money, the businessman would.
The businessman would slap him on the head.
"There's no trade, no society, why are you taking my money?"
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In a muggle high school, a teacher was leading a group of students, crazily tearing books, and the classroom was filled with endless white paper scraps.
At this moment, the colorful light in the sky disappeared.
The teacher and students paused, and then stopped. They stood in the classroom filled with flying paper scraps, and fell into an awkward silence.
Finally, the teacher coughed, "You guys, go to my office and get another set of homework."
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In a Western country, a group of politicians were fighting each other in a conference hall. They were dragging each other's neckties and poking each other's eyes with pens. The sky was filled with flying leather shoes.
At this moment, the flowing multicolored light in the sky disappeared.
The politicians who were fighting each other were stunned, and the leather boots flying in the air fell to the ground one after another. They quickly found their seats, put on their ties, and put on their shoes as if nothing had happened. They continued the meeting.
The madness that shrouded the world disappeared, and the sky was no longer distorted. Traces of starlight shone through the dense dark clouds and sprinkled on the streets. At this moment, everyone felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.
Inside the Hogwarts, countless students who had been transformed into animals returned to their original forms. After they got up, they looked at their palms in puzzlement, as if they had just had an absurd and bizarre dream.
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However, in the British Ministry of Magic, Fatir, who had noticed this scene, did not hesitate to hug Vincent, grabbed his hand, and roared, "Capture them!!"
This action was like igniting a barrel of explosives. The surrounded Ministry of Magic officials pulled out their wands, and countless prisoners waved their wands, and rushed towards the Ministry of Magic officials.
The fire dragons that were blocking between the two sides also began to spit fire after receiving the order. They shuttled through the crowd, flying up and down. Every time they opened their mouths, there would be prisoners who were charred black.
For a moment, the air was filled with magic spells. Broken marble shards flew in the air like grenades.
Flames of various colors shot out in all directions. Some of the statues were hit by the magic spells, and were corroding at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some were hit by the magic spells, and their arms exploded into a mess of flesh and blood, flying in the air.
Shouts and sounds of fighting were endless. Some of the Ministry of Magic officials fled in panic. They lay under the table and crawled forward, trying to crawl out of this hellish battlefield.
But when some of them were halfway up, they were dragged out by the crazy prisoners by their legs. The prisoner grinned and pointed his wand at the officials of the Ministry of Magic, but in the next second, his upper body was bitten in half by a black dragon.
Before the black dragon could swallow the flesh whole, several magic spells came from afar, and the black dragon's scales flew in the air, and its eyeballs shattered.
All kinds of brutal roars were endless.
In the midst of the chaos.
Fatil pinned Vincent to the ground. She grabbed his neck with one hand and snatched his wand away with the other. Then, she punched him in the face.
"Wake up! Do you see? "
The warden roared, "What do I see?"
Fatir said, "The nothingness has disappeared. Don't be bewitched by the Grindelwald anymore."
Vincent, who was lying on the ground, smiled. His smile was filled with unwillingness and despair. He shook his head. "You are still struggling. Do you know that Grindelwald has already predicted that something like this might happen?"
After a pause, he struggled to say, "He asked me to tell you."
Fatir pressed Vincent's neck, and a bad feeling surged in his heart, "Tell me what?"
The muscles on Vincent's face twitched a few times, and he smiled, "The Grindelwald said that living is more painful than death. And to him, death is a kind of mercy. "
"What are you talking about?"
Fatir questioned sternly. The bad feeling in his heart was getting 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 moment. Compared to her, we are as ugly as maggots."
Boom!!
Fatir felt like he was struck by lightning. He let go of Vincent and stumbled back.
After a few seconds, he charged forward again and pressed the warden of Azkaban against the wall as he roared sternly.
"Where is the Grindelwald?"
Vincent looked at him sympathetically.
Fatir took out his wand and pressed it against his temple, and roared again, "Tell me, where is that guy!?"
"I don't know."
Vincent's face was red, "You don't know where your family went?"
"I'm asking you where the Grindelwald is!!"
The tip of the wand was bent, and Vincent's face was distorted. He felt the undisguised murderous intent, and raised his hand, "The Grindelwald didn't tell me, he only said …"
"What did he say?"
Fatir questioned.
"He also said that although you know a lot of things, you are still a family member. You are a mediocre person, an ordinary person, you don't deserve to be a master dragon tamer. "
Fatir's face was pale, and he let go of his hand weakly, and looked at the chaotic Ministry of Magic, and the Azkaban prisoners who were fighting with the fire dragon. Then, without hesitation, he disappeared into the air with Mirage.
Vincent lay on the ground and laughed. As he laughed, he couldn't stop his tears from flowing out.
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In the dark courtyard of the castle filled with creepers, a field of red roses danced with the wind. It was like fire, and also like frost, mysterious and silent.
In the castle, a man sat high up in the hall, hidden behind the curtains, and only a vague silhouette could be seen.
In front of him, there were a few light blue transparent cubes floating in the air, and there were different figures imprisoned in the cubes, among them were men and women.
They were locked in a transparent barrier, like goldfish floating in a fish tank, slowly rolling, and not affected by the earth's gravity. The entire Delcaius family was bound here.
The air was quiet, and the curtains danced under the moonlight, as if this place was far away from any conflict on this planet.
With a light crackling sound, the silence was broken.
Fatir appeared in the middle of the hall with Mirage, he slowly straightened up, and saw a group of people trapped in the barrier.
His expression changed, and he strode forward, sticking to the edge of the barrier.
The people in the barrier saw Fatir, and they started to hit the glass, trying to make a sound. But they couldn't make a sound.
Fatir walked slowly along the cubes, and finally, he stopped.
Inside the barrier, a girl with silver hair was looking at him quietly, her hair like a waterfall floating in the air.
Seeing this, Fatir clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out. He turned around and roared, "Let them go!"
His voice traveled far in the silent darkness.
No one answered.
"Grindelwald!"
Fatir roared again, "Come at me if you have anything to say!"
There was still no answer.
Fatir's voice calmed down a little, and he panted heavily, turned around and said, "Enough, is it so important to you to tear apart all the illusions and let everyone see the cold and rough reality?"
Finally, the silhouette in the darkness stood up, and walked out from behind the fluttering curtains stiffly, revealing a pale but elegant middle-aged man's face.
Fatir saw him, and the muscles on his face tightened.
He repeated with a pale face, "Let them go."
"What's the price? Professor Dracath, "the man asked softly.
"You can have anything you want, Minister of Ministry of Magic, Judge of Wesengamore, anything, just let my family go."
Grindelwald pondered for a moment. "Really? Is this your own idea, or is it the idea of the 28 pure-blood families?"
"You don't have to worry about that."
Fatir looked at him without blinking, "Gellar, you want to change the world, sure, we'll cooperate with you, take it slow, okay?"
"Take it slow?"
Grindelwald whispered softly, "You've become a bad student.
"You've gone astray, teacher. Do you want to obliterate my passion in the endless daily meetings 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 in a mess because of you …"
"Enough."
Grindelwald casually interrupted Fatir, "What I want is not that complicated."
"What do you want?"
Grindelwald rubbed his chin and grinned, "We haven't had a proper chat for a long time, why don't we have a chat now?"
Fatir almost went crazy, he looked at his wife and daughter in the enchantment, his heart beating violently. Finally, he raised his arm and took a step back, "You can talk about anything, just don't hurt them."
"That's up to you."
Grindelwald smiled, "If you have a good chat, maybe I'll let them go."
"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
Grindelwald, "Do you still remember our days in Durmstrang?"
Fatir, "Yes."
Grindelwald showed a nostalgic look, he muttered almost to himself, "Black walls, a lectern full of candles, a wall full of black magic analysis books, and a dungeon full of chains and cages …"
After reminiscing for a moment, he sighed softly.
"I remember, you told me a story when you gave me my first lesson."
Fatir's face was pale, he did not answer.
"Do you still remember that story?"
Grindelwald whispered softly.
"Yes."
Fatir's voice was hoarse.
Tell me that story.
Grindelwald said softly.
Fatir looked at him and shook his head, "Gellar …"
Grindelwald raised his right hand and pointed slightly.
Suddenly, several transparent spikes appeared inside the enchantment that trapped the Dracais family. A few of the mediocre people opened their mouths and let out silent screams, they were pierced into sieves in an instant, blood splattering silently on the transparent walls of the enchantment.
This scene made Fatir's face contort in pain, his nails dug deep into his flesh, but his lips were tightly pursed, he still did not speak.
Seeing that Fatir did not speak, Grindelwald raised his hand again, the enchantment around Aglaia shrank, and countless transparent spikes emerged from the top of the enchantment.
"Tell me that story."
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