Chapter 413

While Maka was exchanging information with Sirius, there was an old wizard's house in the basement.

"... Mr. greenward, the research has made great progress, and our original goal has come to an end! Now that you have come out, why not lead us to restart the reform as we did in the past?"

In this dark basement, a white haired old wizard dressed in a wide wizard's robe with his hair tied behind his head is waving his arms and shouting madly at the wall.

On the mossy brick wall, a mercury mirror with a black purple glow and some kind of magic spell was hanging.

In that mirror, a vague figure seemed to be looking at the front faintly.

"Lord greenward! Why don't you speak?" the old wizard said madly. "Didn't you say that? We won't have to curl up under the jurisdiction of others, we won't have to live like the mouse committed to the sewer, and we won't have to hide our true self!"

"But now, why should we stand still? You have come out of Dumbledore's restraint! What else do we have to fear?"

"Look at the younger generation in England. Some time ago, even he dared to attack Hogwarts where Dumbledore was still alive! Now Dumbledore is gone!"

"Lord greenward, do we still need to shrink back? What are we afraid of? Before... If before... Sir, you were not afraid when you were arrested by the American magic congress!"

The old wizard's eyes widened, and his manic satisfaction seemed to overflow from his heart.

Fifty three years! Greenward was defeated by Dumbledore, and the whole "reform" was forced to disappear, and his most loyal and talented follower never gave up, dormant in the United States for 53 years!

During these fifty-three years, he prepared everything carefully all the time. Even if he had nothing with the collapse of greenward, he was still working hard.

At that time, he and greenward started the research program for the silent, and he has been sticking to it for 53 years.

No matter how difficult the research environment is and how difficult it is to raise funds, he never thought of giving up.

However, although his talent in magic research surpasses many ordinary wizards, he is far beyond the reach of magic geniuses such as greenward and Dumbledore.

As Maka commented on his research, his research results are quite "boring". But in fact, he didn't know it himself.

In his first thirty years of hiding in the Muggle world, he detected and analyzed the strange energy in the silent body thousands of times and tens of thousands of times day and night.

However, his knowledge of magic theory was not enough to make him understand the essence of that energy from the beginning.

When a researcher doesn't even know what the research object is, just trying to take the first step will be like walking on thin ice, let alone the road to go later.

It is often after walking a long distance that he will find that he actually took the wrong step in the first step!

However, he is a "hard-working genius". Unusual perseverance makes him never give up. If he goes the wrong way, he will start all over again.

Because of this, more than 30 years of life was wasted by him on meaningless wandering.

Until he did not know how many times he had failed, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have embarked on a difficult and unnecessary road of exploration.

It was that "awakening" that made him change the object of his research.

Yes, he no longer drilled the tip of an ox horn to knock the strange energy, but changed the research object to the carrier of that energy, that is, the silent person itself!

As a magic researcher, he naturally understands that this is undoubtedly a road that betrays the spirit of magic research; But he also knows that this is definitely a "shortcut" for him!

Even if it is boring, all he needs and greenward needs is the results of research. In this regard, he thinks he is completely right.

So, in the last 20 years of his dormancy in the United States, he poured his perseverance and determination into that group of children.

Not to mention the cruelty he did to those children as a researcher, in terms of his "love" for those children, he has never been married in his life, but he is no less than any pair of parents.

Even the "love" in his heart is an extremely distorted "love".

In this way, fifty-three years later, with the help of some painstakingly created black magic and his careful "transformation" of those children, the final fruit is finally about to be harvested!

And just then Dumbledore happened to be dead!

Ecstatic, he went to Germany for the first time. After discovering that there were magic and giant guards set by Dumbledore, he recklessly contacted Voldemort.

After many twists and turns, the great black wizard he once worshipped most finally stepped out of newmengard.

But he never thought that the object he worshipped seemed to have some inexplicable changes in the whole 53 years of being imprisoned at the top of the newmond GAD tower.

At first he didn't realize it, because the joy of reunion made him forget himself.

When he first met at the German border, he could not help but marvel at the changes of Lord greenward, because he felt that the black wizard now seemed to be stronger than 53 years ago.

But recently, he finally found that the will of Lord greenward had disappeared!

Don't mention the previous instructions, just this time - isn't there a young wizard who can train magical creatures? Why did Lord greenward give in so often?

Not only ordered him to abandon four "very obedient children", but even ordered him to transfer his stronghold immediately? These are the painstaking efforts of his hard work alone these years!

But the other party is Lord greenward. Even if it has changed, you are still your excellency.

He is a person who can stick to a research project for 53 years, but he won't change his mind because of this. He still believed in his heart that Lord greenward would come back!

"... Lord greenward, our silent army is almost finished! We can use this force to calm all opposition! We will realize your great ideal!"

The old wizard opened his arms and told the surging of his heart in an excited old voice. He stared at the blurred figure in the mirror. His bloodshot eyes were completely a kind of extremely depressed madness.

"Lord greenward! Lord Garrett greenward!" he shouted again the greatest name in his mind.

"... Lenny."

In that mirror, there was a sound for the first time today. Even though the voice sounded cloudy and even difficult to distinguish, the old wizard in front of the mirror was still excited for a while.

"You... Went the wrong way."

"Your Excellency?" the white haired old wizard lenniton paused, and a trace of doubt mingled with the Madness on his face.

"No, you didn't go the wrong way..." the figure in the mirror shook his head slightly and said softly, "you did a good job, very good! At least, if it was me in those years, I would be happy for your perseverance and achievements. You thought deeply about my original ideal, and you have exceeded the expectations I gave you in those years..."

"However, this road is wrong, insufficient, and... Very childish." greenward in the mirror said calmly, "yes, it's all because I, the immature me, let you go the wrong way."

"Greenward... Sir?" the old wizard Lenny's madness was gone. He just stared at the mirror in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Lenny, my old friend --"

Greenward's voice still seemed vague, but his next words seemed to cut old Lenny's heart with a blunt knife, tearing his longing for greenward into scars.

"Albus only came to see me once in the 53 years in newmond GAD tower." greenward said quietly, "it's recent, it's recent... Do you know what he said to me?"

"He said that he and I were not wrong in our initial ideas. We wizards are different from ordinary people from beginning to end. However, my approach was wrong and outrageous."

"Wizards are lonely and will eventually put all their eggs on the road of magic, but this does not mean that we are superior to Muggles. We have our own way to go, and Muggles also have their own life journey."

At this point, greenward's voice suddenly became a little strange, as if a new will was rising in his heart.

"Lenny," he suddenly turned his voice, with a sense of sadness in his tone, "I'm sorry for you. I wasted your life... Because of you..."

"... just an ordinary wizard everywhere."

Before the words fell, with a crisp "click", the magic mercury mirror suddenly cracked a gap and spread to every corner of the mirror in an instant.

Then, the whole mirror fell off the brick wall and turned into pieces on the ground.

In the basement, old Lenny stood in front of the mossy brick wall, in a trance in his pupils. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes. After a moment of silence, his eyes opened again, but almost morbid madness broke out.