I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Lightning rolled on the owl's feathers, black and white soared in the sky.

Thunder and lightning shrouded Nurmengard like a huge birdcage, covering this inescapable tower.

Unable to flee, the warriors are forced to become the new martyrs.

"Is that your masterpiece?"

The white-haired man on the tower is looking at the birds flying together in front of the gorgeous glass.

"You made a lot, Joel."

Grindelwald turned around slowly, the long tailored dress was elegant, and the silver-white hair and strange-colored eyes were crazy.

Like an orchestra conductor who should be in the golden music hall, and like a revolutionary who is crazy about ideals.

He was there, the superimposed grotesque colors of lightning and spells left streaks of psychedelic on his face.

An evil smile, full of bewitching charm.

This is a careerist.

He was a revolutionary before his ambition was unleashed.

Ambition confuses anyone who is crazy about him, and puts an ideal coat on ambition.

To deceive, to seduce.

Any method that can unleash his ambition has created the craziest Dark Lord in history.

He calls John by name, Joel.

What a lovely name.

In Godric's Hollow, blonde meets gray.

Two months of getting along, the careerist whose ambition is beginning to show, and the down-and-out king.

No blue eyes, no white hair.

After meeting again, the Dark Lord and the Second King.

The Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.

John looked at Grindelwald quietly, and said calmly: "The fusion of some bloodlines, plus the miracle called magic."

"You've always been a surprise, including now." Grindelwald wasn't afraid that John would sneak up on him in the back.

he turned to look

Go, with obsession in your eyes.

What he once longed for, flew together and soared under the sky.

Full of ambition, he once thought that the world was under his control.

But reality doesn't care who you are, even the most terrifying Dark Lord in history has been educated by reality.

A battle of three people resulted in the death of a fourth person.

The fifth person watched from the sidelines.

"We are all old after all," the envy in his eyes was the expression of the Dark Lord's true feelings, the freedom he yearned for could not appear, "and you are still young, Joel."

"You are omnipotent, just as you can restore all regrets."

"You are willing to have people follow you, which is different from me." He turned slowly and said.

"I don't remember what I said to make magic great again." John walked forward and stopped in front of Grindelwald.

The once tall boy has now been overtaken.

John said word by word, "Tell me why you killed him."

"Him?" Grindelwald thought, and said, "Barty Crouch?"

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

"Yes, for my worth." Grindelwald smiled, "but what about you, dear Joel?"

He hooked his lips into a smile, and put his hands behind his back, just like the naughty big boy he used to be.

"He's a good Minister for Magic, but he's not a good leader."

Grindelwald walked to the table and picked up the frame.

"You are a qualified friend, Joel." His fingers greedily caressed the golden edge of the photo frame, and the uneven lines imprinted on his fingertips.

"You don't covet a friend's stuff, and Crouch, like me, has

Aged, stubborn and wizardly arrogance burned in his bones. "

"As you said, power comes first."

He tilted his head slightly, looked at John from the corner of his eye, and said softly in the most bewitching magnetic voice, "He won't die, you won't be willing to become the king of this world."

"So I fixed him for you, with your values." Holding the picture frame in his left hand, he walked towards John, "The ones outside."

"It's a sacrifice."

"A great sacrifice, my self-assertion is as capricious as yours when you left without saying goodbye."

John stared at him, at the different pupils.

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

"You know, I'm going to kill you, right?"

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

"See here?"

Grindelwald raised his hands and walked in a circle in the middle, his voice becoming high.

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

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

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

"When I saw that Bathilda Barshak had completely forgotten Joel's life, 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 amazing. The flowers grow densely there. I checked a lot, and I got a glimpse of the Horcrux's name from a book."

"I know, I know everything."

Grindelwald looked a little crazy, "You have nothing

Do, do everything. "

"You're so selfish, Joel," he said in a high-pitched voice, flicking his sleeves, "you keep all your kindness by your side, selfishly refusing to leave those people a bit."

"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 held up the photo frame, "You have created all the miracles."

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

"So when I saw failure, I gave up everything," Grindelwald's voice gradually became flat, "You once showed me that those muggles are so powerful that it is difficult for wizards to succeed."

"I choose another way and sprinkle seeds in this world."

"As the end of Grindelwald approached, I met a guy."

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

"Strength comes first," said Grindelwald, who was no more than an arm away from John, pointing at it. "Only when you are strong can you lead."

"Change this, make this crazier, like you once did to me!"

Grindelwald's voice stopped.

John's fingers loosened and closed again.

"It's crazy, using the lives of those people as a foreshadowing," John said in a deep voice, "You have prepared to let them die from the very beginning."

"No, if you hadn't withstood these suffocating tests," Grindelwald chuckled, "the world wouldn't be able to survive the ever-increasing Muggle technology."

"In such a world, why not let me advance

Let it perish. "

"Majority and minority," John sighed, "You are really crazy to destroy the minority without hesitation."

"I am you, Joel." Grindelwald's different pupil stared at John, "I am acting on Joel's side."

"The madness hidden in your heart, you have never seen it yourself."

"Why not choose Dumbledore?" John asked.

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

"You will not, justice and right, you will choose right."

Grindelwald sees John very clearly.

During that period when Joel disappeared and John Wick gradually emerged at Hogwarts.

He has been looking at John, and Dumbledore's correspondence with him contains some things about John Wick.

Therefore, it has always been Grindelwald who knows John best.

Until the Holy Grail that can make him burn again appears, he knows that his chance has come.

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

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

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

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

"The so-called self-sacrifice is desperate and crazy."

"The death of Barty Crouch."

"All of this will be your eulogy for death, and your soul will not be relieved."

Hearing this, Grindelwald restrained his smile.

Yes, he knows John.

Know better than anyone.

He backed away.

And John had drawn his wand.

silver ring overlay on the right

Hand, holding the sword in the void.

The ten trials on the sword of Silver Wick appeared in his hand.

The sharp edge that can cut everything has already hung on Grindelwald like the sword of Damocles.

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

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

Grindelwald said with a smile: "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're waiting for a one-hit kill, but I'm waiting too."

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

shattered.

Grindelwald contorted.

John's pupils contracted into vertical pupils, without hesitation, he slashed out with a sword.

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