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"You're wrong to believe Grindelwald!" said Ackerman. "Androids are over, saints are over, and Grindelwald is also over."

Finn Cook stood in front of the densely packed egg-shaped incubators, with the flickering red light illuminating his expressionless face. "It's not so much that I believe in Grindelwald, it's better to say that I believe in order." He looked at the sleeping rune warrior in the incubator, "I have lived in an environment without order, so I know how order protects Protect the weak and guard the fair."

"Can you still say these words when you look at these people?! These victims of order!"

Fein didn't seem to hear it, and continued to speak according to his own logic: "An orderly army is stronger than a disorderly mob. Even your coastal volunteers are moving closer to order and discipline? Order itself is One of the core competitiveness of human society."

He glanced at the incubator in the room, and the sound of curses clashing outside never stopped, but it didn't affect his mood at all. "They are the most orderly," he said softly, continuing to stand guard with his wand in hand. "I will not surrender."

Ackerman stomped his feet angrily: "The other members of the student executive committee have surrendered, and you are the only one who is brainless!"

Fein smiled slightly: "I came from there, it's not good to be a man who betrayed twice."

"You are a student, and you didn't kill anyone. There won't be any serious punishment. All your classmates can vouch for you."

Finn still shook his head.

He was waiting for the results, and so was Ackerman.

Although the Saints' strongholds have been captured, the wizarding world is different from the Muggle world. The small population is doomed to be a society where heroism has a lot of power to speak.

The sonorous and powerful chirping seemed to penetrate thousands of layers of clouds and projected directly into people's minds.Light, loose, like an illusion, but it is really there.

Ackerman let out a long breath. "Three short and one long, it's over." She said, "It's our victory."

Finn nodded: "It seems to be." He stood there upright, like a statue about to die.

There was a loud noise outside, and it was the excited shouts of the wizards of the opposition: "Grindelwald is defeated, Grindelwald is defeated." This voice is like a monstrous wave formed by countless streams converging towards the room where countless rune warriors The sleeping laboratory rushed over.Finn didn't move, he calmly watched the crowd rush in and set fires everywhere. Delane's androids lay ignorant and fearless in the incubator, and died one by one due to the loss of energy supply, and were finally burned by the fire into red soot.

They didn't struggle or scream, and they died silently, adhering to the order that the saints once flourished in.

The fire burned to the console, and the entire laboratory screamed in pain amid sirens.

"Ackerman." Alphard rushed in following the crowd and held Ackerman's hand, "Go! This place is going to be burned down!"

Ackerman turned his head and glanced at Finn, who was surrounded by flames. "But..." She was a little hesitant.

Finn calmly watched the flames licking his robe feet.With one swing of his wand he shattered a beam that was falling towards Ackerman.

"You go," he said, a quiet word like a sigh.

His eyes met Alphard's, gray and brown eyes, and only they knew how much emotion there was in them.

"Let's go." Finn said, watching Ackerman leave with Alphard.

"You'll be all right." The last murmur was lost in the crackling of the fire.

In the Northland, Durmstrang, where the first snow has fallen.

"Did you hear that?" Tom took his wand and tapped the table in leisurely manner.

Behind the black and white principal's desk, Mrs. Red's gray hair was meticulously tied into a high bun. "I heard it," she said, moving her lavender lips up and down. "It's the phoenix. Destiny left Gellert."

She put a bunch of keys on the table and pushed lightly in Tom's direction.

Tom raised his eyebrows: "You know more about current affairs than I expected."

"I am the servant of fortune-telling. Rebelling against fate and leading fate is what a man like Gellert should do." Her purple eyes glanced lightly at Tom's face, and then sighed, "I still don't see enough Yes. If I could have found out five years ago..."

Tom handed Durmstrang's headmaster key to the accompanying Aurors. "Find what?"

Madam Hong shook her head lightly, and said mockingly: "Fate respects the Dark Lord..."

Tom frowned at her reaction, but he had things to do.

Tom summoned the patron saint of the basilisk, and the giant snake split to form countless phantoms of the basilisk, which swam towards Durmstrang campus.Tom can be said to be superb at manipulating the Patronus now, controlling multiple Patronus phantoms to work for him at the same time, which allows Tom to sit and chat in the principal's office while monitoring the takeover process of the entire campus.

All the snakes that were about to hibernate under the snow layer were awakened by magic, and swam into the room as if inspired. Durmstrang's magic defense couldn't stop them at all.These large and small venomous and non-venomous snakes tangled together and drove the students away, forcing them to stand in order.They penetrate everywhere, but anyone who tries to sneak away is turned back.

The handover work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The wizard representative sent by the German opposition was once the director of the education department before Grindelwald came to power, and he had a lot of experience in how to govern Durmstrang.In less than half a day, the students were all calmed down.Many of them are relatives and children of the saints, but they are as quiet as chickens under the current special situation.

The wizards sent to the magic school are relatively rational and calm people, and their sympathy is equally strong.Even if they have different political positions, most of the young wizards will not be convicted or abused.

But not necessarily the staff.The Saints' inspectors in Durmstrang were picked out one by one by the Patronus of the Basilisk, bound by the German Aurors, and sent to prison to await trial.

In the end, everyone was gone, and only one red lady was left.

"It's your turn, ma'am." Tom's current temperament would not be gloating, but it was impossible to say that there was any respect from the heart. "How should I deal with you? After all, you are a widely respected prophet, and it is said that many young wizards of the opposition have also received great protection from you."

Madam Hong sat on the principal's throne, her expression neither sad nor happy. "I just respect the guidance of fate."

"Fate?" Tom tapped on the table lightly. "My friend once told me that divination is the most unreliable knowledge. I have studied divination for four years since the third grade, and I have not learned any ability to discern fate. Listen Saying that you are a master in this area, why don't you come and see my fate?" When he said this, he was obviously a little bit harsh: "If you can prove that you can really see the guidance of fate. Then I will use Durmster Long signed the bail certificate for you in the name of taking over the command of the operation."

The insulting bravado did not affect Mrs. Hong's mood. "You don't have to say that, child." She said, "If you know me, you will know that my divination is not so precious."

Madam Hong beckoned, and a crystal ball flew out from the black and white grid wall and floated onto the table.

"I have always respected people who can control their destiny." She said while looking at the crystal ball, "Gellert is one, Dumbledore is one, and you are one. You will do a great job."

Tom sneered: "I don't need you to tell me that I can do a great job. I'm already on this road."

Madam Hong slowly frowned. Through the crystal ball, she could see the thread of fate that had been destroyed beyond recognition reorganized into shape, delicate, strong, and exquisitely crafted. "Such destructive power." She whispered softly, and the appearance of a blonde girl gradually emerged in her mind.

Madam Red suddenly put away the crystal ball. "You look troubled."

Tom was taken aback.

"About the girl you like."

Tom's face changed.

"Or, your friend who despises divination."

Anger and surprise made Tom's face pale and uncertain, but in the end it was the slightest hope that prevailed.He let out a deep breath and asked half-believingly, "Do you know how long she can live?"

"Oh, you're afraid she's dead."

Tom slammed his fist on the table viciously, his handsome face already had tough lines: "You'd better be able to say something of real value. Otherwise, I'll settle with you together with the second grade."

"She's very special." Madam Red's ethereal voice reached Tom's ears, and every word was extremely clear, "About how to cure her disease and delay her death, why don't you ask—your little girlfriend —and herself? She knows better than I do, she knows better than anyone else."

"What do you mean?"

"Destroyer. It's not so much a natural disease, it's better to say that the fate of the whole world is rejecting the destroyer. She knows too much, masters too much, and destroys too much, so even the thread of her own destiny It screams when it gets close to her."

Tom narrowed his eyes. Mrs. Red had said too many plausible things, but he was always good at grasping the point. "Wendy, do you know too much?"

"Didn't she tell you? She's a natural prophet."

Shock made Tom's eyes widen, and countless clues were crackling in his mind, colliding with each other and connecting together.

"If all that a prophet like me can do is to scoop up a glass of water from the long river of fate and peek into a specious truth; then as far as that child knows, the whole river can be seen at a glance."