Chapter 722：

The once tall boy has now been caught up.

John said word by word: "Tell me why you want to kill him."

"He?" Grindelwald said, thinking, "Barty Crouch?"

"Based on your values, he shouldn't die." John frowned.

"Yes, based on my worth." Grindelwald smiled, "But what if it's based on you, dear Joel?"

He raised his lips and smiled, putting his hands behind his back like the naughty boy he once was.

"He is a very good Minister of Magic, but he is not a very good leader."

Grindelwald walked to the table and picked up the picture frame.

"You are a qualified friend, Joel." His fingers greedily rubbed the golden edge of the photo frame, and the uneven lines left traces on the pads of his fingers.

"You don't covet your friends' things, and Crouch is the same as me. He is old, and his stubbornness and wizard's arrogance are engraved in his bones."

"As you said, strength is supreme."

He tilted his head slightly, focused his peripheral vision on John, and whispered in the most seductive and magnetic voice: "You won't want to be the king of this world until he dies."

"So I solved him for you, using your values." He held the photo frame in his left hand and walked towards John, "The ones outside."

"It's a sacrifice."

"A great sacrifice, my own decision is as willful as your leaving without saying goodbye."

John stared at him, staring at those strange eyes.

His voice was very low, and he was suppressing the killing intent that was about to come out.

"You know I will kill you, right?"

"Yes." Grindelwald nodded and chuckled, "What is the difference between me and death?"

"Do you see this?"

Grindelwald raised his hands, walked to the center and turned around, his voice became higher.

"I've been here for half a century."

"I thought a lot, about my failure, about my time in Godric's Hollow, and about our great-aunt."

"You know, Joel," Grindelwald said, "I went back again after I left."

"When I saw the life of Bathilda Baschak who had completely forgotten about Joel, I realized that you are so gentle."

"I went to Al's house again, and I saw that the place was deserted, and I saw the grave."

"It's very surprising. The flowers grow thickly there. I did a lot of research and got a glimpse of the name of the Horcrux from a book."

"I know, I know everything."

Grindelwald seemed a little crazy, "You did nothing and you did everything."

"You are so selfish, Joel," he flicked his sleeves and spoke in a high voice, "you keep all the kindness by your side and selfishly refuse to leave those people at all."

"Do you know how surprised I was when I saw you in Paris?"

"Your appearance, your youth, you are a person who plays with taboos, and great miracles will be born in taboos."

Grindelwald raised the photo frame and said, "You have created all miracles."

"I should have died, I should have been alone, I should have been sad!"

"So when I saw the failure, I gave up everything," Grindelwald's voice gradually became calmer, "What you once showed me, those Muggles are already so powerful that it is difficult for wizards to succeed."

"I choose another path and scatter seeds in this world."

"Towards the end of Grindelwald, I met a guy."

"I provide him with magic, make him crazy, and I'm there to spread your ideas."

"Strength comes first," Grindelwald, who was only an arm's length away from John, pointed his finger upward, "Only by being strong can one lead."

"Change these, make them crazier, just like you once did to me!"

Grindelwald's voice stopped.

John's fingers unclenched and clenched again.

"It's crazy, using the lives of those people as a basis," John muttered, "You were prepared to let them die from the beginning."

"No, if you had not withstood these suffocating tests," Grindelwald chuckled, "this world would not be able to survive the increasingly powerful Muggle technology."

"In such a world, it is better for me to destroy it in advance."

"The majority and the minority," John sighed, "Destroy the minority without hesitation, you are really crazy."

"I am you, Joel." Grindelwald stared at John with his strange eyes, "I am acting with Joel's side."

"The madness hidden deep in your heart has never been revealed to you."

"Why not choose Dumbledore?" John asked.

"He is too naive, isn't he?" Grindelwald shook his head and said, "He is as old as me, but he has a kind heart."

"You won't, between justice and right, you will choose the right one."

Grindelwald saw John through.

During that time when Joel disappeared and John Wick gradually rose to prominence at Hogwarts.

He has been looking at John, Dumbledore's correspondence with him, and there are some things about John Wick in it.

Therefore, the person who knows John best has always been Grindelwald.

Until the Holy Grail that could make him burn again appeared, he knew that his chance had come.

"You know me very well," John raised his eyes slightly, "So, you should know what kind of things will happen to you now."

"You will die, Grindelwald, in this place."

"Die for your so-called ideals and sacrifices."

"You know I will have no mercy on you."

"The so-called sacrifice of self, desperate madness."

"The Death of Barty Crouch."

"All of this will become a eulogy for your death, and your soul cannot be relieved."

When Grindelwald heard this, he stopped smiling.

Yes, he knows John.

Understand better than anyone else.

He stepped back.

And John had already drawn his wand.

A silver ring covers his right hand, and he holds a sword in the air.

The ten major trials on the Sword of Silver Wick appear in the hand.

The sharp edge that can cut through everything is already hanging on Grindelwald's body like the sword of Damocles.

Grindelwald curled his lips and smiled evilly, put his right hand on his heart and bowed slightly.

"You're going to kill me, John Wick."

Grindelwald smiled and said: "As I said, I know you too well."

He let go of the photo frame in his hand and smiled at the same time: "So I know why you listen to me so much."

"You are waiting for the chance to kill with one strike, but I am waiting too."

The photo frame fell to the ground, as fragile as coke.

Broken apart.

Grindelwald's body twisted.

John's pupils shrank into vertical pupils, and without hesitation, he slashed out with his sword.

The Nurmengard Tower bloomed with golden light, turning into layers of runes to block Grindelwald's face.

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Chapter 736 I see farther than anyone else

Behind the runes, Grindelwald said deeply to John: "Once I didn't see far enough..."

"Now I see further than anyone else, John Wick."

"You know where to find me," he pointed at the strange pupil and smiled evilly, "Our battlefield is not here, you know."

"People outside will become a burden to you."

After saying that, his body twisted and disappeared.

And the runes throughout Nurmengard are pouring in this direction.

During Grindelwald's half-century in the tower, the magic here condensed into a power that provided consumption.

John was buried in gold.

What he encountered now was the same as what happened to Voldemort.

However, John is not Voldemort.

Black energy exploded in his eyes.

Then his body exploded.

In the golden ocean, black energy abounds.

With a little momentum, it turned into boundless darkness.

John raised his right hand high and waved the sword.

The prison of golden runes shattered.

Outside the tower, the originally golden tower had black cracks densely spread all over the text.

"Click."

The text is broken.

Black covers the entire tower, right up to the top.

Everything was submerged.

The next second.

The black color suddenly shrank into John's body.

His face was gloomy.

I looked at the burning photo.

Until the last ray of flame was swallowed up, the flame photo disappeared.

He raised his hand and glanced at the hideous wound on the back of his hand.

The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Walking out of here, John glanced at one of the rooms. The mirror inside was covered with fog for some reason.

A line of words is emerging above.

Before the handwriting had finished appearing, John raised his hand and waved.

The mirror exploded.

He walked down the tower.

The roses under the tower are gradually withering.

And life is gradually passing by.