Chapter 196

When Hoffa buried nothingness in his heart, the world changed again. In the dim streets, the flames were still crackling, but the expressions of the crazy people gradually returned to normal.

They stopped running, put down their guns, bricks and knives, stopped killing each other, and looked around in wonder, like they were waking up from a big dream.

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

In a park, under the beautiful and twisted sky, a man is pressing a woman under his body, regardless of wailing, desperately stirring his lower body.

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

The man was stunned, so he put on his trousers.

Affectionately to the weeping girlfriend said: "dear, you have to believe me, I love your soul. It's not your body. "

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in the church, a ferocious old priest was slashing at the believers with a kitchen knife. He's naked, he doesn't have a grain.

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

The old priest was startled and his eyes were clear again. He threw away his kitchen knife and put on his sermon again.

"The virtue of the Lord shines on all things, and all our sufferings are the tests of the Lord. In the face of sufferings, we should be full of gratitude..."

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in the shopping mall, a businessman in untidy clothes was playing with all kinds of valuable commodities and banknotes.

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

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

He covered his head frantically and yelled, then fell on the ground without hesitation and collected the money one by one.

I met someone who didn't want to return the money.

The merchant would slap him on the head.

"No trade, no society. What are you doing with my money?"

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in a Muggle high school, a teacher with a group of students was tearing books. The classroom was full of endless white scraps of paper.

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

Teachers and students have a meal, and then stopped the action, they stood in the classroom flying paper, fell into an awkward silence.

Finally, the teacher coughed: "you, go to my office and get another set of exercise books."

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in a western country, a group of politicians were fighting madly in the conference hall. They dragged each other's neckties and poked each other's eyes with pens. Shoes were flying and smashed everywhere in the sky.

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

The fighting politicians were stunned by each other, and the flying boots in the sky fell to the ground one after another. As if nothing had happened, they continued their negotiation and meeting.

Shrouded in the world that crazy disappeared, the sky is no longer distorted, a trace of starlight through the dense clouds, sprinkled on the street. At this moment, everyone felt relieved.

In Hogwarts, countless students who have been transformed into animals are restored to their original state. When they get up, they look at their palms in wonder, as if they have a ridiculous and bizarre dream.

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however, in the British Ministry of magic, aware of this scene, fatil hugged Vincent without hesitation, grabbed his hand and roared: "get them up!"

This action is like lighting a dynamite barrel. Surrounded Ministry officials draw out their wands. Countless prisoners shake their wands and rush to the Ministry officials.

The fire dragon, who blocked the two sides, did not hesitate to start spitting fire after getting the order. They shuttle through the crowd, flying up and down, and every time they open and close their mouths, some prisoners are burned black.

For a moment, in the air, the spell surged. Fragments of broken marble splashed in the air like shrapnel.

All kinds of colors of fire. Some of the statues were hit by a magic spell and corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some people were hit by the smash curse, and their arms were blown into a blur of flesh and blood, flying in the air.

There was a lot of shouting and fighting. Some Ministry of magic officials fled in panic. They were lying under the table, crawling forward, trying to climb out of the Shura.

But someone was just halfway up when they were dragged out by crazy prisoners with their legs. The prisoner grinned grimly and pointed his wand at the official of the Ministry of magic, but the next second, his upper body was bitten in two by a black dragon of Hercules.

Before the black dragon had time to swallow its body, several curses came from the distance, which made the black dragon flaky and his eyes broken.All kinds of cruel roars were heard.

In a mess.

Fatil presses Vincent to the ground, clasps him around the neck with one hand, grabs his wand with the other, and then hits him in the face with a heavy blow.

"Wake up! See? "

The warden growled, "what do I see?"

Fatil: nothingness is gone. Don't be bewitched by grindevoir any more

Vincent, who was lying on the ground, began to smile with reluctance and despair. He shook his head. "You're still struggling. Do you know that grindevoir had expected this to 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 him: "tell me what?"

Vincent's face twitched a few times and said with a smile, "grindevo said that living is more painful than death. And giving death is a kind of compassion to him. "

"What are you talking about?"

Fatier asked harshly, and his feeling of uncertainty grew stronger and stronger.

"He also said that for a moment, he really appreciated your daughter. She was tough, lively, optimistic, and always lived in the moment. Compared with her, we were as ugly as maggots."

Boom!!

If fatil is struck by lightning. He released Vincent and staggered back.

After a few seconds, he rushed up again, pressed Azkaban's warden on the wall, and growled:

"where's grindevo?"

Vincent looked at him sympathetically.

Fatil took out his wand, put it on his temple and growled again, "where's that guy?"

"I don't know."

Vincent blushed. "Don't you know where you let your family go?"

"I'll ask you where the hell grindevo is!"

The top of the wand was bent, and Vincent's face was crushed and deformed. He felt the naked intention of killing, and raised his hand: "grindevo didn't tell me, he just said..."

"what?"

Fatil asked.

"He also said, you, though you know a lot of truth. But until you die, you are nothing more than a man of family supremacy, a mediocre, a layman, and you are not worthy to be a master of dragon training. "

Fati's face turned pale. He released his hand powerlessly and looked at the confused Ministry of magic. He looked at the prisoners of Azkaban who were fighting with the fire dragon. Then, without hesitation, his illusion disappeared into the air.

Vincent lay on the ground, laughing. With a smile, he burst into tears.

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in the dark castle yard full of Parthenocissus, a lot of red roses are dancing slowly with the wind and waves. Like fire, like frost, mysterious, silent.

In the castle, a man sitting high on the hall, hidden behind the curtains, can only see the faint outline.

In front of him, there were several light blue transparent cubes floating in mid air, in which different figures were held, including men and women.

They are locked in the transparent boundary, like goldfish floating in the aquarium, rolling slowly, not disturbed by the earth's gravity. The whole drassez family is bound here.

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

With a light crackle, the silence was broken.

The phantom of fatil appeared in the middle of the hall. He straightened up slowly and saw a group of people trapped in the border.

As soon as his face changed, he strode forward and pasted on the edge of the border

the people in the border saw fatil, and they began to beat the glass desperately, trying to make a sound. But it doesn't make the slightest sound.

Fatil walked slowly along the square borders. At last, he stopped.

In the border, a girl with silver hair is quietly watching him, her waterfall like hair floating in the air.

Seeing this scene, fatil clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hand burst. He turned around and roared, "let them go."

The sound came far away in the silent darkness.

No one answered.

"Grindevo!"

"Come at me if you have anything," he growled again

There is still no answer.

Fatier's voice calmed down a little. He gasped heavily, turned and said, "enough, is it so important for you to tear all the false appearances and let everyone see the cold and rough reality?"

Finally, the silhouette stood up in the dark and came out from behind the dancing curtain, revealing a pale but elegant middle-aged face.When fatil saw him, the muscles on his face began to crack.

"Let them go," he repeated grimly

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

"You can do whatever you want, Minister of magic, chief justice of wissengamo, anything. Leave my family alone."

Grindevo made a deep thought: "really, is that what you mean by yourself or by the twenty-eight pure blood family?"

"You don't care."

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

"Take your time?"

Greendevo's low voice and light Judo:

"you're not good at it, teacher. Do you want to put my passion away in endless daily life and meetings? Do you want to corrupt my pure soul with power and desire? "

"No, I just don't want to see the world stirred up by you...

" enough. "

Grindevo casually interrupted fatil: "what I want is not that complicated."

"What do you want?"

Grindevo rubbed his chin and grinned: "we haven't had a serious conversation for a long time. Why don't we have a chat now."

Fatil was almost frantic. He looked at his wife and daughter in the border, his heart beating violently. Finally, he raised his arm and stepped back calmly: "you can talk about anything. Don't hurt them."

"It's up to you."

Grindevo said with a smile, "have a good chat. Maybe I'll let them go."

"You say, what do you want to talk about?"

Greendevo: "remember when we were in demstrand?"

Fatil: Yes

With a look of remembrance, grindevo murmured to himself: "black walls, platforms full of candles, books on black magic analysis, and dungeons full of chains and cages..."

after a moment of remembrance, he sighed again.

"I remember telling a story when you gave me your first lesson."

Fatil was pale and did not answer.

"Remember that story?"

Grindevo whispered.

"I remember."

Fatil's voice is hoarse.

Tell me the story.

Grindevo said softly.

Fatil looked at him and shook his head: "Garrett..."

grindevo raised his right hand slightly.

All of a sudden, several transparent spikes appeared inside the border where the draises were trapped. A few mediocre guys opened their mouths and uttered a silent scream. In the border, they were stabbed into a sieve, and blood splashed on the transparent wall of the border.

This scene made fatil's face twisted with pain. His nails were deep in the flesh, but his lips were tight and he still didn't open his mouth.

Seeing that fatil didn't speak, grindevo raised his hand again, and the border where agleia lived contracted, and numerous transparent spines appeared at the top of the border.

"Tell me the story."