Everyday life at Midtown High School

On the other side of the hung double-sided mirror, Gellert Grindelwald seemed expressionless, but his back was straight, and his whole body showed a tense state, and in the depths of his eyes, even more faintly emerged. A look of some pain.

The subordinates of the dark wizards he trained couldn't help but quietly looked at this magical and charismatic leader, and began to carefully speculate in their hearts about the identity of the other holder of the double-sided mirror.After all, such a short exchange of words made them the leaders of the gods, showing such an almost absent-minded expression, it is really very curious.

This oppressive atmosphere lasted until the evening.

When the figure of Albus Dumbledore reappeared on the other side of the double-sided mirror, Gellert, who had been stretching his body like a bowstring, relaxed a little.

"Gellert." Albus Dumbledore pinched his nose tiredly.

He gently called his friend's name and said, "You didn't do it this time, did you?"

"I'm so glad you believed me." Gellert tried to smile.

But I don't know why, every time he is in front of this friend, he will lose his usual elegance and calmness, and become clumsy, especially today after years of no contact, he just feels that even his smile looks stiff and ugly.

After a few simple words, the two fell into an awkward atmosphere again.

The close friends who used to talk about everything and share the same goals are now embarrassed and silent, relatively speechless.

Dumbledore kept looking at Grindelwald with those bright blue eyes, as if waiting for him to say something on his own initiative.

However, Gellert Grindelwald, known as the Dark Lord, who acted recklessly in the European continent and became famous, had his head down, his golden hair without hairspray drooping on his forehead, his face was pale, and he looked devastated. look.

"I just had dinner at the home of Minister Graves. That minister may seem arrogant at first glance, but he is upright and respectable." Professor Dumbledore said in a chatty tone: "He adopted a man named Clay The poor boy of Dens, well-behaved, sensible, quiet, resigned, and a reticent."

Gellert gripped a glass tightly, but didn't interrupt him.

Dumbledore observed his expression thoughtfully, and couldn't tell whether it was intentional or unintentional, he started talking about Credence, talking about the fact that he could now initially control the power of the Obscure, and talking about what he had done to the Minister Graves was obedient, talking about how he wanted to throw away a Deathly Hallows necklace not long ago, but in the end he was interested in himself and picked it up...

Then, on the other side of the double-sided mirror, he hooked his finger on the Deathly Hallows necklace and shook it calmly.

The pierced Gellert Grindelwald finally couldn't take it anymore.

He raised his head abruptly and said, "Compared to you, that kid is nothing."

Dumbledore stopped talking and stared at him coldly.

Gellert gritted his teeth, a sharp pain welling up in his heart.

The rift caused by Ariana's tragic death many years ago, originally half-body, almost a union of soul mates, was suddenly torn apart by hatred. He spent nearly ten years to freeze this relationship, but in the other party's Between a few words and a look, the ice melted easily, and even fell apart.

I'm so fucked up again!

He thought so, almost rudely.

This kind of thing should not have been known by the other party.

His image in the opponent's heart should always be high-spirited, radiant, and invincible in the world.

For so many years, he has opened up territories and established his own country; he has conquered the entire European continent's magic world, and his meritorious deeds have been recorded in the annals of history, the name of the Dark Lord, and even stopped children from crying at night; To stand at the highest peak of magic, and then, looking back with a smile, tell that friend who broke up with him because of a little girl: 'Look, I was right!On the road to success, everything can be discarded. '

But now, screwed up.

The friend's cold gaze was not looking up at a dark lord with outstanding achievements, but at a scumbag who cheated innocent young people's feelings everywhere.

No, no, you misunderstood!

The Obscure is just a weapon, a weapon!

Grindelwald grieved silently.

He pondered in his heart: "I knew that those two people should be killed in advance, and I shouldn't be merciful and leave future troubles."

"Forget the insignificant people and come to me, Albus."

Gellert is making the last effort: "We have been endowed with extraordinary abilities by God, not for us to be mediocre. This ability should be the power of the king, and we have the responsibility to rule the wizarding world for the greatest benefit."

Dumbledore looked at him with an unusually heavy gaze.

After a long time, he suddenly said: "Gellert, my dream has woken up, haven't you woken up yet?"

"I'm going to sleep! Sleep!"

At the same time, Pooh yelled, "You supernatural beings are amazing, all of you are so energetic without sleeping! I'm an ordinary person, okay? Don't bother me. I want to sleep and dream. There must be Internet in the dream Yeah, I didn't tweet today..."

"Wait, don't sleep, let's tell another captain's story."

The silver-haired boy who kept running back and forth in the small room like a cage, with only a few afterimages left, clawed at the glass and shouted helplessly: "Tell me again, what happened to Captain America? He took Did the Howling Commandos beat Hitler?"

The little girl in the next room pretended not to care, but she couldn't help pricking up her ears. On her pretty face, those nimble eyes would secretly glance over from time to time, obviously looking forward to the story.

As for Burning John on the other end, he felt a little tired for no reason.

He complained silently in his heart: "At this time, you don't want to think about how to escape, and spend the whole day coaxing the twins and holding Captain America's story together, you really have a lot of leisure! "

If Pooh knew what he was thinking, he would probably tell him: This is of course not leisure and leisure, this is the professional ethics that a true fan should have, similar to the bravery and fearlessness of insisting on selling Amway no matter what difficult environment. Dedication.

"Just telling stories is useful! Aren't you locked up here and can't escape!"

Pyro continued to complain in his heart with no expression on his face: "No matter how many stories you tell them, you will still be locked up here, useless!"

However, at the next moment, the silver-haired boy who was anxiously wanting to hear the next part of the story shouted loudly and self-willedly: "Don't sleep! Don't sleep! We are talking about the critical moment, you broken chapter dog, don't sleep! It must be told over!"

"No, I'm too sleepy." Pooh rubbed his eyes sleepily.

The silver-haired boy couldn't bear it anymore, he pressed his palm against the glass.

After a high-frequency vibration that was almost invisible to the naked eye, the glass shattered to the ground.

What?Telling stories actually helps with jailbreak! ? !

Pyro was stunned: "This is not scientific!"

"This is resonance, idiot!"

The silver-haired boy turned into an afterimage, flew towards the room where Pooh was, shattered the glass in the same way, and taunted with a particularly bad mouth: "This is science, high school physics knowledge."

Huo Ren, who dropped out of school and joined an MLM organization, only felt an arrow in his knee, and his heart ached.

The author has something to say: the scene where Kuaiyin smashed the glass, for details, please refer to the scene when he went to save his father, Magneto, in Reverse the Future...