Chapter 427

Greendevo's tough attitude made Tolkien a little uncomfortable and, of course, disgusted. After all, such a way of doing things is not what friends should be like. So he shook his head and refused: "I don't have the practical experience of this magic spell, so if you want to know the truth and details of the language, you should ask Mike Longhou."

"I've helped you so much. Why don't you do me a little favor?" Grindevo smiles. With a flick of his wrist, the wand jumps between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed his fingers, so the wand also twists and turns in the air, which is very flexible. "The way Mike holds his wand is like holding a dagger. His magic power is like an active volcano, and all this is the power provided by that strange magic spell. This power should be used for the great cause of all witches, not locked in a drawer. Give me the research, Tolkien. "

"No, please leave my house now." Tolkien shook his head. "You look dangerous now, and you're not in the right mood. You need to calm down! "

"Get rid of your weapons!" With a wave of grindevo's wand, Tolkien and Addo's wands flew out and rolled down to the corner of the room. Ah duo stands up suddenly.

"So much bondage!" Grindevo's wand wobbled. Addo froze and sat back on the ground. He struggled anxiously, and the floor was pounded with a loud bang. Grindworth frowned: "why so much strength?"

He increased the power of the spell, ah duo finally struggled and could only sit on the ground honestly. "Tolkien, I don't want to do harm, so would you please give me the information about the spell? Thank you

"What's the matter in the living room? Has Addo fallen?" Edith's voice came from the kitchen.

"It's OK. He's just not careful." Tolkien stares at grindwall and nods to him. "Get out of here as soon as you get it. I don't want to see you again."

"It's a pity, but I can do it."

Tolkien had to go upstairs and soon came down with a pile of manuscripts. He threw these things on the sofa and looked at him with disgust: "it's all here. But I told you, it's no use holding these. "

"I'll decide for myself whether I can use it, whether it's easy to use it, and what to use it for." Grindevo shook his head, his wand waved, and Tolkien felt a pain in his waist. As he went upstairs, the pistol that was hidden behind him flew out. "Do you think this Muggle weapon can really hurt me? Even if they are a threat, do you think I can't find them? I know enough about Muggle weapons on the front line. By the way, let Ms. Edith put down her gun. I don't want to cast a spell on my friend's wife today. "

Edith was surprised, but she still stood up with a gun in her hands. Just as she was shouting, "drop the wand and raise your hand," the revolver in her hand suddenly turned into a sticky octopus, wet and slippery, which scared her to let go and throw it away.

"Simple transfiguration. I didn't turn the gun into a poisonous spider or a poisonous snake. I've been lenient. " Grindevo stood up, reached for it, and the manuscripts flew into his grasp.

"Wait!" Tolkien suddenly stopped him. It can be seen that his mood is very contradictory, his face is hesitant, and his voice is hesitant. "Mike kept saying, you made this plague. He Is what he said true? "

"No, not quite." Grindevo shook his head. "I didn't find the plague. I didn't have the ability to create a disease, but I did design the magic part of the plague. All the witches benefit from this and will not die from the flu. "

"But there are still many ordinary people who died of the plague! And the curse greatly increased the speed of the spread of the disease, which caused such a wide range of impact! " Tolkien thought of Edith who was sick. If not for Michael's timely treatment, the consequences would be unimaginable. "So many people died, you know?"

"But the world war has to end." Greendevo's words hit Tolkien hard. "I was a little hesitant about what they were going to do, but you gave me a wake-up call. A trench fever let you leave the battlefield and avoid death, which gave me a lot of inspiration. People are stupid in joy. They can learn, understand and grow only in their own misery. We raise our glasses together to celebrate that one disease has saved your mind and wisdom from the battlefield, while another disease has prevented the world war! "

"No, that's a fallacy!" Tolkien roared, "you, you use You twisted... "

"Your voice is shaking, Tolkien." Grindevo smiles and shakes his head: "you are an honest good man, a scholar. The reason why you can't say it now is that what you want to say is true, and what you want to say is false, so you can't do it. I appreciate that. You came to me, you begged me to find a way to end the world war with magic power, I did it, I realized your wish, why do you blame me? "

"Because Because it's wrong to do so! "

"I don't see anything wrong. You blame me, but because this plague has killed a lot of Muggles. But if the war goes on, how many people will die, can you know? So you're just blaming me with an unknown, maybe better, maybe worse situation, with a concept rather than facts. " Grindevo shook his head. "It's not fair, you know? If there's anything to blame, think about your wishes, your wonderful fantasies, and how you wish. You're just as lazy as anyone else and don't want to take responsibility. I'm just going to do it, and I'm going to be blamed for it? "Tolkien fell on the sofa, his head down, as if his strength had been drained. Edith exclaimed and ran over, hugging Tolkien. The corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, flowing slowly.

"Call the doctor and take him to the hospital!" Grindevo frowned and said, "don't let him die!"

Tolkien breathed hard three times, then looked up and said, "Garrett greendevo, I want to ask you to do one last thing."

"You say it." Greendevo was also a little strange. What else did he ask for at this time? Did he let himself commit suicide?

"Let me forget all this, let me forget the wizard, forget the curse, forget the magic world! I can't live like this. " Tolkien touched his wand with his finger, summoned it and held it in his hand. He stroked the wand for the last time, eight inch Maple branches with Troll eyelashes. Although the troll can regenerate, the broken heart can not regenerate, and the lost hope will not regenerate. He broke his wand and threw it into the furnace.

"Magic is not a good medicine for healing. One has to understand it himself." Tolkien said to grindworth: "the magician is not the Savior. The power of real salvation has nothing to do with magic. I'm going to look for it again. Let me forget all this. I know you'll forget the empty spell

"But you'll forget the curse language, too. It's not good for me." Grindevo shook his head.

"Do you still call yourself my friend?"?! Don't you say you are a responsible person? You bring me into the magic world, and you take me out, too Tolkien finally said, "you sound good, but you just need to see what kind of person you are."

"All right." Grindevo waved his wand, and the light of the spell continued to shine in the room. Tolkien hugged his wife and kissed her on the forehead. "Edith, give me the strength to live."

"You must live. I want you to live. I'll live with you." Edith responded softly.

"Nothing can be forgotten!"