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"really not bad."

Tom looked at the big hole blown by Nelson, and quickly withdrew his gaze, saying, "I thought you were dead."

"Good people die early."

Nelson shook his head, fastened his hat, which was loose due to the shaking of the deck, and squinted his eyes to look around the dilapidated city. Jokunda felt that his eyes were a little different, but Tom's expression was still the same, and even had Xianxin helped dismember the mourning Silent Ran.

Twilight is approaching, and although the clear sky still retains perhaps the color of the sun, the dots of starlight have begun to blink, and above the heads of several people, the formation of a matrix-like arrangement respectfully looks at the creator, who is slowly awake, and hides. The days in the clouds are different. They no longer hide their tallness. Alexander's body slowly rises in the "dance" of Nelson waving his wand like a band conductor. The black silt is discharged by the increasingly compact body structure. Around the exhaust vents was the smoke billowing like a coking coal yard—a smell a wizard had never smelled, only the chimneys of the factories roaring around the bustling cities.

Zweig's treatment also seemed to have had its effect, Nelson closed his eyes with a smile on his lips, and the document in the office was seen by whoever was supposed to find it.

In the far alley, Zweig held the boy's frail body tightly in his arms, but the black magic that had condensed into him had faded, thin slime slipping from his fingertips, dripping on There was no shadow on the ground, and those interlocking memories flew uncontrollably to the sky after breaking away from the chains. They were attracted by the silent and huge figure and drifted towards it leisurely.

Zweig squeezed his fist, but he couldn't stop the boy from disappearing. Next, he could only cheer for Barry. No matter what others did for him, he had to fight for his life.

Looking at the boy who was completely melted in his arms, he remembered the morning a few days ago, not long after Nelson took Moody out of the house, suddenly appeared in front of him, carrying a briefcase, Nelson was melting.

…

"I know you're a good man, Zweig, otherwise you wouldn't be able to teach me the Patronus Charm," this "Nelson" was soaked wet, dripping water on the ground as he spoke, and was as short as a goblin and dripping water. At the same time, it became smaller and smaller, "I'll come and see you while I'm free today."

"I heard that you are already a senior at the British Ministry of Magic," Zweig's tone was a little stiff, and Nelson didn't even want to see him in person, he said angrily, "Have you been avoiding me all the time?"

"I can't make up new jokes, Zweig," Nelson has shrunk to the shape of a child, the oversized suit looks ridiculous on him, the small briefcase is big enough to resemble a tower shield He covered his body the same way, "I'm going to start an adventure that I have to participate in. I don't know when I can come back, and I can't worry about Barry."

"You still care about him? Did you know he was going to die?"

"I respect Barry's choice, Zweig, but I haven't had time to tell him his grandfather's last words," Nelson shook his head, his head invisible under the cover of his briefcase. "Everyone I can find seems to be I got stuck on something at the same time, so I want to ask you one thing."

"Go ahead."

"You should be able to see me in Berlin soon," Nelson's voice was getting lower and lower, "I hope you can leave the sight of the intrusion into the Department of Mysteries in my office, where you can find A What Mundo Dippet left to Barry, I really feel sorry for this guy. He has been manipulated by his grandfather all his life, and at the last moment he has to accept the rescue of the person he fears the most. I don't know what this means to him Torture or redemption..."

Nelson's voice disappeared completely, and the briefcase fell into the puddle with a "pop". Zweig bent down, picked up the fluffy package, and looked at the rapidly evaporating pool of water on the ground, and only had time to sigh with emotion for a few seconds. , and quickly rushed to the cabinet in the room to find his own bottles and jars.

He didn't tell Nelson the special "treatment" that Barry got. Even if this Nelson was just a puddle of water, he was enough to see the firmness of that "adventure" in those blue eyes, so Barry's adventure will be handed over to him. .

"Everyone cares about him unanimously..."

Zweig smiled, stepped on the center of a circle of runes drawn by water stains on the dry ground, and closed his eyes.

…

The body, which was silently divided into two halves, began to twitch and twitch, causing earth-shattering tremors. Under its ravages, the entire city twisted and collapsed. Outside the city, in the direction facing the two big holes, the building of the International Federation of Wizards was split in half from the center. Looking up along this crack, with good eyesight, you can even see the forests and mountains in the suburbs. mound.

Strangely, one side of it seems to have regained its sanity and began to condense a shape that people can understand, while the other half is more filled with the instinct of raging magic power, and began to rage wildly at the cost of consuming itself, and the objects of violence even include other people. half myself.

Its intractable body could not maintain the huge magic power surrounding Berlin. The surrounding city walls began to collapse and disintegrate. The city walls became low and broken, while Alexander in the center of the city was getting taller and taller. In the past, it walked among the mountains and could become one of them, but now, standing in the middle of the city, it is an unattainable mountain.

Its body was roughly stretched and elongated, and it looked like a slender giant with long arms and legs. The mass of its entire body had become bones, with sharp ribs and a tower-like spine wrapped around it. The straight-jumping furnace looks more like a human now than a machine. The bones that were originally connected by straight steel pipes are divided into sections of human-like spine, and the pipes extending from the furnace are connected to all parts of the body like blood vessels. Tom watched himself slowly rise until he was lifted into the sky, found a piece that had popped out of nowhere and sat on it, he looked at Nelson with his eyes closed but his expression intoxicated, the elder wand and the black walnut wand in his place. His left and right hands flew up and down, like a confident painter sketching an oil painting without line drafts. Tom couldn't see the change of Alexander under his feet, but he knew that it must become more magnificent, more beautiful, and more powerful.

The city wall receded and the giant was raised. Its red one-eyed stare unabashedly looked at the building that was divided into two halves in the clear sky where the stars and the sun coexisted. The next second, the center of Poland suddenly trembled, followed by What came was a change in the hubs all over the world. The transportation of the saints stopped for a moment and then returned to normal. They didn't know that just now, the ghosts clinging to the hub woke up, and another set started almost at the same time as the hub. The system that was constructed and completed at the same time began to function on its own without the supervision of a wizard.

Alexander's figure was surrounded by the silver rain, and these mayflies, which were as small as smoke and dust, crowded around him, quickly filling his exposed bones.

The wizards stationed outside the city noticed the vision that happened here, and they all showed expressions of astonishment. Even the meeting that could not end when the building was divided into two halves was interrupted by exclamations. The terrified giant was scared away, and in the end only a few people were left standing in front of the window, with uncertain expressions on their faces.

"I knew he was going to be a problem...but why was he there?"

"This Williams has no respect for the rules, he broke the secrecy laws, what does he want to do now? Are there Muggles in Berlin? Isn't he only interested in Muggles? Why bother with this?"

"What if there are Muggles?"

"…"

The few people in front of the window looked at each other, and their expressions changed rapidly.

Nelson's sight soon stopped on the broken roof of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in the distance. In a few years, it will lose the chance to be capped due to the commemoration of the World War, which made Nelson feel a little sigh. What will it be used to commemorate?

He raised his wand and pointed in the direction of the street. Under the effect of Transfiguration, the city between Alexander and Long Street receded to both sides like civilians waiting for the king to cross the street in the Middle Ages. But it added a touch of verve like a living person, and even after the transformation, the structure of the street and buildings were not damaged in the slightest, as if they were living creatures, but they finally stood up and stepped aside.

This deformation is as smooth and casual as running water, which is a stark difference from Nelson's style of exerting power not long ago.

"You finally found your magic... Nelson."

Dumbledore, leaning against the edge of a broken pillar and who had not moved since the opening of the hole, finally raised his head after seeing the street parting, with a mixed expression of joy or pleasure in his eyes, but he still did not. Action, just patiently waiting for the student to complete what he wants to do, even involuntarily sticking his fist to his chest, silently encouraging.

The battle on the Long Street was unobstructed in Nelson's eyes, and it was astonishing that their deathmatch seemed to be temporarily drawn to a hiatus, surrounded by hungry ghosts, occupied by Muggles and wizards respectively. Elite strongholds have been set up at both ends of the long street to block those life-devouring monsters. Even the dementors have scattered their formations. The periphery of the street is wrapped by those hideous shadows. Every time a person falls down, he will be dragged into it. The shadow piles were divided, which made them suspend the fight with each other who were also human, and began to fully defend against these monsters, leaving only a small number of people to face off behind the bunkers in the middle of the street, they understood that now there are endless monsters It looked like they were about to be completely wiped out, but even if there was a little chance of escaping, the people at both ends of the street would not let each other go.

The Muggles brought by Jokunda were less than one-third of the original, and they were all tied up, and the dark wizards who had experienced a death battle before were even more severely injured. Their strength was always like this, and they could Threats can't destroy the other party, like a microcosm of this grotesque world.

Tom squinted Nelson and refuted Nelson's last sentence: "Oh? Good people die early? Not necessarily."

"I've done so many bad things, I have to live for at least the next century," Nelson replied. "Of course, you can live two centuries from now. You're a bad guy."

"So what did you just do? Don't tell me that you were really attacked by this thing?" He pointed to Moan Ran, who was struggling to split, and raised his eyebrows, "It's not me, maybe Dumbledore for a second. The clock can kill it."

"I updated my thinking a little," Nelson raised his head, the silver rain under his feet had been extinguished for most of the time, and it had quietly become a part of Alexander's body. Above his head, there was still a torrential downpour pouring down from a circle just above him. The shape of the hole fell, and the hole was a kaleidoscope-like passage surrounded by broken mirrors, "I opened the box again, Tom, there are people like me, trying to find answers and help from the past, time is really elusive Stuff, this story that was supposed to be later seems to be where it all started."

As Nelson divided the streets like Moses divided the sea, the wizards of the International Federation of Wizards also saw what happened in the long street. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Sure enough, there are Muggles."

"Is this guy Muggle born?"

"No, his blood is even noble."

"Want to stop him?"

"If you can defend that big guy alone, I'll lead someone to catch him."

"…"

"Jokunda, I heard your conversation with Tom," Nelson blinked and smiled at the witch who had been changed by her choices, "Thank you for everything."

"But I think..." Jokunda seemed a little pessimistic at this time, "I saw your power, but they seem even more insignificant. You are a prophet, have you seen our final tragedy?"

"Are you worried about my sudden change of heart? Or what if I die?"

Jokunda was silent, apparently tacitly acquiescing to Nelson's statement.

"Did you know that the development of the missionary was not done by me alone. I completed the first draft of it, but I almost plagiarized the idea of ​​the message board at the end of The Quibbler for the design after that?" Nelson smiled, " I believe that human beings, a race that has experienced countless hardships but can still become masters, have the possibility to eliminate prejudice and continue into the future. Can you imagine that they will join forces for a short time like now? We can’t predict the vast majority of possibilities, But once the spark is ignited, it is very difficult to put out.”

"I should have copied this into the damned doctrine," Jokunda muttered.

"I'm not a god," Nelson and Tom looked at each other and grinned, "even fate can be changed, what else do we have to fear? Get up, your strategy of keeping a low profile is destroyed by me, we Soon we will face the questioning of the world."

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