Chapter 687：

Until the last one, it was a room with many control platforms, and in the innermost part of the room, behind the transparent glass, was a pure white room.

There was a man huddled inside.

When Hopkins saw the man, his pupils shrank.

And Mycroft said into the microphone, "Get up."

The man stood up reflexively, and a pillar rose up in the middle of the white room.

There is a wand on it.

"Pick up your weapons." Mycroft continued to order.

The man did as he was told.

Hopkins watched intently.

At this time, Mycroft looked at Hopkins, "Let's think about the abilities of wizards in those stories."

Hopkins knew that this was a test of himself, so he pondered for a while and said, "Transform."

"What a great idea, just like the Evil Queen conjuring poison apples and the Fairy Godmother conjuring pumpkin carts." Mycroft said into the microphone, changing the things in front of him. "

Another pillar rises, an apple.

The man said loudly: "I'm not familiar with transfiguration."

"You have no choice, Conrad."

The captured Conrad could only be forced to use transformation.

It's just that his transformation was as bad as he said, and the apple turned into an apple covered with hair.

This magical scene will move anyone who sees it for the first time.

Hopkins stared at the apple.

Mycroft said: "This is not magic, nor is it some pre-recorded image."

Hopkins asked: "How did you catch him?"

"Catch?" Mycroft narrowed his eyes, "Why?"

"The wizards in the story," Hopkins thought for a moment, said, "are all evil, aren't they?"

"It does make sense," Mycroft turned to look at the imprisoned wizard and said, "He was in a rental house and made a special team member fall to the ground."

"It's surprising," Hopkins said, as if it was the first time he saw a case in the knowledge he had learned. "You were able to catch him and trap him without fear of him escaping?"

"That thing is his weapon, and a wizard without a weapon is no different from an ordinary person."

Mycroft said to Hopkins: "You can press the yellow button."

Hopkins saw a yellow button on the console and pressed it tentatively.

An electric current flowed out from the wizard's wand, and the wizard's body twitched and fell.

The door was opened, a strong man walked in, picked up the wand and left.

Mycroft said calmly: "Technology, it's that simple."

And there was indeed a hint of shock in Hopkins' eyes.

Today's wizards have begun to find ways to restrain themselves.

"Professor Hopkins, I hope you see more than this."

Mycroft made an invitation, and Hopkins had no choice but to agree.

But his mind was wandering elsewhere

These Muggles have begun to understand all aspects of wizards in a short period of time.

Similar to the previous magic test, how many times did they try?

Yes, this is not some occult professor.

Or maybe he is a professor, but not in occult science, but in potions.

Severus Snape.

He is a suitable person to blend in.

Snape, who is half-blood himself, does not know anything about the Muggle world like others.

The identity he possesses is the result of magical manipulation.

As Mycroft walked into a laboratory, researchers in white coats were conducting experiments on some fragments.

Mycroft took him to a glass display case.

The items placed inside are all items from Poland that appeared out of thin air.

There were wands with only the handle left, some broken pieces of wood, and animal carcasses that were similar to but different from cats.

"this."

Mycroft took out a piece of wood and showed it to Hopkins.

"Rune." Snape, who used a false identity, said solemnly, "an ancient writing."

"Yes, I have all of these. I need you to translate the text above for me."

The Muggle world also has little understanding of runes, and they can only half-guess them.

"I need to take my stuff away," Hopkins drawled. "I don't want anyone to disturb me."

"Professor Hopkins, I hope you understand that you are doing something very important."

"The more important it is, the more important it is for people not to bother me." Hopkins interrupted.

Picking up a piece of wood and putting it in front of his eyes, Hopkins said: "No one can crack it except me."

Mycroft looked at him carefully, and after a while, he said: "I will arrange for someone to protect your safety."

"No need, but if you need it, you can."

Hopkins took the wood chips away.

Mycroft watched him leave, not knowing what he was thinking in his eyes.

…

London, in a cafe.

Elegant decoration, the old man is wearing a purple velvet suit, and his white beard makes people guess his age.

The waiter came over and put down a cup of coffee, smiled and asked, "Do you need anything else?"

"No, not for now, I'm waiting for someone..."

The waiter smiled slightly, turned and left.

After she left, Dumbledore added two sugar cubes to the coffee.

He stirred the coffee and suddenly stopped.

Close your eyes, as if praying, and savoring a familiar scene.

Opposite him, the white-haired man looked at him quietly.

When Dumbledore opened his eyes, Grindelwald smiled and asked, "Do you come to this store often?"

Dumbledore looked at the people who appeared and smiled: "Actually, they don't come often."

The familiar scene reappeared half a century later.

The difference is that one of the men at the time was already gray-haired, and the other used cheating methods to regain his youth.

Grindelwald sat across from him. The two of them were different now.

There is no blood covenant bound by love.

"How do you feel, Albus." Grindelwald looked at that face, "A world without me."

Dumbledore said: "It's not terrible, it's very ordinary, but it's also very good."

"I thought you would be happier." Grindelwald shifted his gaze to the black marks left by the poison, "You should accept him."

"I don't want to be like you." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Immortality, rejuvenation.

What a tempting thing.

But he refused again and again.

He looked older, his red hair turned gray, and his white beard grew longer.

"Why, Grindelwald?"

He finally asked the doubt in his heart. He had been wanting to ask it since Grindelwald walked out of Nurmengard.

Grindelwald did not answer immediately. He first looked at Dumbledore's cup, picked up a sugar cube from the sugar cube jar and put it in.

"Three pieces of sugar are your taste." He stirred Dumbledore a few times thoughtfully. "You forget the taste, just like you forget your own ideals."

"But that ideal is not what it is now." Dumbledore frowned.

Grindelwald said: "The greater good is established by us together."

"But when you stopped me at all costs, I began to think of other possibilities." Grindelwald stopped stirring and looked into those eyes. "A way that we don't need to be enemies."

"Muggles are becoming more and more powerful, wizards are addicted to the glory of the past, and the glory of magic has become dim." Grindelwald pushed the coffee in front of Dumbledore and said deeply, "Only by overthrowing these can he become dazzling."

Dumbledore said solemnly: "You will never recover."

"Like that time?" Grindelwald said with a smile, "You want to stop me?"

Dumbledore didn't know either. His feelings for Grindelwald were very complicated.

Grindelwald shook his head and smiled evilly: "You don't want to be my enemy, Dumbledore."

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Chapter 701 Grindelwald, what on earth are you going to do?

"What you do is so crazy," Dumbledore said. "Sometimes, I can't tell the difference."

"Do you still remember what we agreed?" Grindelwald suppressed his smile, "You also promised me."

"I was too young at the time," Dumbledore said with tiredness in his eyes, "I couldn't tell you apart, Grindelwald."

He pointed to his head, "When I forgot that memory, I often confused you with him."

"He's amazing, isn't he?" Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and in charge.

"We must admit that he deserves more than all of us."

"Worth it?" Dumbledore grasped the key point. He looked at Grindelwald and asked, "What are you going to do? Grindelwald."

"To do what we failed to accomplish," Grindelwald said. "We made a covenant and you abandoned it."

"The Blood Pact is no longer here." Dumbledore sighed deeply, "I will be your enemy."

"No, you won't." Grindelwald looked at him, "You can't lie to me, Al."

"You are a coward," Grindelwald said aggressively, crossing his fingers and putting his thumb on his chin, "you don't have the courage to defeat me a second time."

"I will." Dumbledore responded forcefully.

But Grindelwald laughed and shook his head slightly, "You won't. It's like you didn't tell him about this."

"He hates you to the core," said Dumbledore, "and he will kill you without hesitation."

"Perhaps that would be better," Grindelwald opened his palms on the table and stared at the blue eyes with his strange-colored pupils, "We still have a chance, Al."

"Reshape the world and let wizards live in the sun."

Dumbledore looked at the hand. He saw the red spots left by the rose thorns on it.

"I can't," he said.

"Is it impossible or unwilling?" Grindelwald asked.