"Grindelwald …"
"Grindelwald …"
"Grindelwald."
The murmurs approached from afar and gradually became clearer.
It sounded like someone's sigh, but it also sounded like someone was singing.
On the empty street, the white-haired man slowly stopped in his tracks.
In front of him was a street filled with tall buildings. It was dark without any color, and there was not a single person on the empty street. There was only the sound of a ballad drifting in the wind.
"Grindelwald, keep silent. Grindelwald, all talk and no action. Grindelwald, gain nothing …"
Accompanied by a strange and peculiar ballad, a row of little girls in red clothes held hands and ran across the empty street in front of him. The children were singing as they turned their heads and looked at Grindelwald. Although they were petite, each of their heads was that of an adult man, pale and empty.
He closed his eyes expressionlessly, gripped his wand tightly, and waved it.
Crack. An arc of light flashed, as if tearing a piece of rag.
The little girls holding hands were torn in half from the middle. The sharp curse was like a sharp knife that cut through the street, the tall buildings, the air, and the world. Everything was torn apart like a canvas.
It was extremely quiet.
However, after tearing it apart, he came to another place.
A cliff.
Below the cliff was a bottomless abyss. Above the abyss, a man was holding onto two people who were about to fall into the abyss. It was Fatir Dracath.
The two people who fell off the cliff was himself, and the other one was very familiar to him. It was the young Jacob Bohan, the gambler who used to do countless things.
He had actually returned to the summer of 1913, the turning point of his life.
Beside him, Jacob was still saying with a trembling voice, "Fa … Fatir, no … no … this can't …"
"Fatir, what are you thinking! Pull me up! "
"Don't let go of this hand, let go of the other one."
Grindvall looked at everything strangely. He gradually understood where he was, but he didn't know when and where he had fallen into a dream. It was just like how a dreamer would never be able to remember what happened outside of the dream.
Patter.
After some hesitation, the one who fell off the cliff was not him, but Jacob who was beside him.
After Fatil pulled him up, his expressionless face flickered for a moment, which was rare.
"Is this what you've been fantasizing about?"
Someone behind him laughed and said, "No wonder no one can understand you.
If someone has lived for more than sixty years and still yearns for love, then he is either a woman or a madman. "
Grindvall turned around. Behind the huge Kilimanjaro, there was a monster that was even bigger than the mountain itself. It covered the sky and covered the sun, like a giant whale dancing in the sky.
It had countless arms, and its lower body was made of waving tentacles like a jellyfish. Its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke, and it had no nose or mouth. Every strand of hair on its head was a tentacle that was hundreds of meters long. Only its eyes, which were as huge as a lake, projected the endless reincarnation and the void.
Grindelwald stood at the foot of the monster like an ant. Without saying a word, the black Elder's Wand turned into a black dagger in his hand. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before stabbing his saber into the ground beside him.
.....
.....
Germany's Krausnik Base. In the dark clouds, there were occasional sharp beams of light sweeping through.
At the outpost three hundred meters away, an officer with a pair of binoculars in his hand frowned.
"What are they doing? Major. "
Beside the officer, a soldier with a gun on his back asked curiously.
"They don't seem to be doing anything."
The man with the binoculars handed the binoculars in his hand to the soldier with a puzzled face, "Come and take a look. Is this what a face-to-face meeting looks like?"
The soldier took the binoculars and looked carefully.
In the round lens, he could clearly see that at the top of the tower where the wizard meditated in the distance, there were two people sitting face to face.
One of them was a woman wearing a gray blanket. She was slumped in a wheelchair. There was not a single strand of hair on her head. Her head was tilted, and a magic wand was placed on her knees. Her body was trembling slightly.
Ten meters in front of her, there was also a man sitting there. His waist was straight, his hands were on his knees, but his head was hanging on his shoulders. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was asleep.
"Is Lord Grindelwald asleep?"
The soldier put down the binoculars and asked in confusion.
No one answered.
When he put down the binoculars, the officer beside him had already fallen to the ground. His eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly.
This scene made him widen his eyes. Before he could ask, he suddenly felt dizzy and sleepy. He could not help but fall to the ground and fall on the officer's body.
.....
.....
The black dagger pierced the air, like a needle piercing an inflated balloon. Accompanied by the sound of bubbles coming out of the mouth of a fish, the monster, Mount Kilimanjaro, Fatir, and even himself disappeared completely.
He woke up from his meditative state where he sat cross-legged. He realized that he was sitting on a sandy ground that looked like an ancient Roman coliseum. Around the coliseum, there were countless dancing shadows. Their faces could not be seen clearly. He could only see that in the shadows, there were blood-red eyes waving their arms and dancing crazily, like the most fanatical audience. There were hundreds, thousands, thousands, thousands of them, but they did not make a single sound.
Rustle ….
The sound of sand rubbing against each other.
A gray-haired young man walked barefoot on the sand of the arena, step by step. His body was wrapped in a dense black chain. The chain was tightly wrapped around his naked body, and it was deeply embedded in his flesh.
It was hard to imagine that a person could still walk after being tied up like this.
As he got closer, he could even see that the gray-haired young man was dragging the chain. There were a few hideous rotting human heads tied up in knots. Those human heads were stuck to the sand as they were dragged, and they were already badly mangled.
The young man stood barefooted in front of Grindvall and raised the row of heads on the chain. The heads slowly spun in the air before landing on the sand. The head at the bottom had silver hair and a pair of large blue eyes.
"Your teacher was killed by me. Even in death, he could not understand your pain." The gray-haired young man teased.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Grindelwald moved his eyes away from the human heads and said slowly.
"You don't have to pretend in front of me."
The gray-haired young man said, "Your beloved teacher is gone, and your seeds of hope are all dead. Even the student you had the highest hopes for has been exiled by me. Tell me, who else in this world will become like you? "
Looking at those bloody heads, Grindelwald slowly raised his head and said, "You."
"Hahahahaha!"
The gray-haired young man threw his head back and laughed. His laughter resounded in the four seas, and his posture was wild and unrestrained.
After laughing, he shook his head with disdain and arrogance. His feet were deeply embedded in the sand, and he pulled his chained body into a stance.
At this moment, all the black shadows in the arena were roaring wildly.
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