I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Until the last one, it was a room with many control platforms, and at the innermost part of the room, behind the transparent glass was a pure white room.

A man was curled up inside.

Hopkins' pupils shrank when he saw the man.

And McCoff said into the microphone, "Stand up."

The man got up reflexively, and a pillar rose up in the middle of the white room.

On top of it was a magic wand.

"Get your weapons," Mycroft continued.

The men follow suit.

Hopkins watched intently.

At this time, Mycroft looked at Hopkins and said, "Let's think about the abilities of wizards in those stories."

Hopkins knew that this was a test for him, so he paused for a moment and said, "Transform."

"It's a great idea, just like the evil queen conjured up a poison apple, and the fairy godmother conjured up a pumpkin carriage." Mycroft said into the microphone, transforming the things in front of him.

Another pillar rose up, an apple.

The man said loudly, "I am not familiar with Transfiguration."

"You don't have a choice, Conrad."

The captured Conrad was forced to use Transfiguration.

But his transfiguration was as clumsy as he said, and the apple turned into a hairy apple.

This magical scene will move everyone who sees it for the first time.

Hopkins stared at the apple.

“This is not a magic trick, and this is not a pre-recorded video,” McCoff said.

Hopkins asked, "How did you catch him?"

"Caught?" Mycroft narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"Wizards in stories," Hopkins said after a moment's reflection, "are always evil, aren't they?"

"That does make sense," Mycroft said, turning to look at the imprisoned wizard, "He knocked a special forces player to the ground in a rented house."

"It's amazing," Hopkins said, as if he was seeing the case he had learned for the first time. "You were able to catch him and trap him. Aren't you afraid that he will escape?"

"That thing is his weapon. A wizard without a weapon is no different from an ordinary person."

"You can press that yellow button," McCoff said to Hopkins.

Hopkins saw a yellow button on the console and pressed it tentatively.

A current flowed from the wizard's wand, and the wizard fell down with convulsions.

The door opened and a burly man walked in, picked up his wand and left.

McCof said calmly: "Technology, it's that simple."

And there was indeed a hint of shock in Hopkins' eyes.

Nowadays, methods have begun to be found to restrain wizards.

"Professor Hopkins, I hope you see more than just this."

McCof made an invitation and Hopkins had to agree.

But his mind was elsewhere.

In a short period of time, these Muggles have begun to understand all aspects of wizards.

Similar to the previous magic test, how many times did they try?

Yeah, this isn't some occult professor.

Or rather, he was a professor, but not of occultism, but of potions.

Severus Snape.

He's a good guy to blend in.

Snape, who was a half-blood himself, was not like others who knew nothing about the Muggle world.

His identity is the result of magical manipulation.

As McCof walked into a laboratory, he saw researchers in white coats conducting experiments on some fragments.

Mycroft led him to a glass display case.

What was placed inside were all the land items that appeared out of nowhere from Poland.

There were wands with only handles left, some broken wood pieces, and the corpses of animals that looked like cats but were different from cats.

"this."

McCaffrey pulled out a piece of wood and showed it to Hopkins.

"Runes." Snape, who was using a false identity, said in a deep voice, "An ancient script."

"Yes, all of these are available. I need you to translate the text for me."

The Muggle world also has only a vague understanding of runes, and most of it is half-guessed.

"I need to get my stuff away," Hopkins drawled, "and I don't want anyone to disturb me."

"Professor Hopkins, I hope you understand that you are doing something very important."

"The more important it is, the more I should be left alone," Hopkins interrupted.

Holding a piece of wood in front of his eyes, Hopkins said, "No one can crack it except me."

Mycroft looked at him scrutinizingly, and after a moment he said, "I'll arrange for someone to protect your safety."

"No, but you can if you need it."

Hopkins took the wood chips away.

Mycroft watched him leave, his eyes filled with confusion.

...

In a cafe in London.

Elegantly decorated, the old man is wearing a purple velvet suit, and his white beard makes people guess his age.

The waiter came over and put down a cup of coffee, and asked with a smile: "Do you need anything else?"

"No, not for now, I'm waiting for someone..."

The waiter smiled and turned away.

After she left, Dumbledore added two sugar cubes to his coffee.

He was stirring his coffee and suddenly stopped.

Closing my eyes, it feels like I am praying, or it feels like I am savoring a familiar scene.

Opposite him, the white-haired man looked at him quietly.

When Dumbledore opened his eyes, Grindelwald asked with a smile, "Do you come to this store often?"

Dumbledore looked at the person who appeared and smiled: "Actually, I don't come here very often."

This familiar scene reappears half a century later.

The difference is that one of the men is now gray-haired, while the other one used cheating methods to regain his youth.

Grindelwald sat opposite him, and both of them were different now.

There is no blood pact bound by love.

"How does it feel, Albus?" Grindelwald looked at the face. "A world without me."

Dumbledore said: "It's not bad, it's mediocre, but it's pretty good."

"I thought you would be happier." Grindelwald turned his gaze to the black mark left by the poison. "You should accept him."

"I don't want to be like you." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Immortality and rejuvenation.

What a tempting thing.

But he refused again and again.

He looked old, his red hair turned gray, and his white beard grew longer and longer.

"Why, Grindelwald?"

He finally asked the question that had been in his mind. He had always wanted to ask it since Grindelwald left Nurmengard.

Grindelwald didn't answer right away, he first looked at Dumbledore's cup, picked up a sugar cube from the sugar cube jar and put it in.

"Three pieces of candy are your taste." He stirred it for Dumbledore considerately. "You forgot the taste, just like you forgot your ideals."

"But that ideal is not what it is now." Dumbledore frowned.

"For the greater good," Grindelwald said. "We built this together."

"But when you tried everything to stop me, I began to think of another possibility," Grindelwald stopped stirring and looked into those eyes, "a way that would not make us both enemies."

"Muggles are getting stronger and stronger, wizards are addicted to the glory of the past, and the brilliance of magic has become dim." Grindelwald pushed the coffee in front of Dumbledore and said deeply, "Only by overthrowing these things can he become brilliant."

Dumbledore said solemnly: "You will be doomed."

"Like that time?" Grindelwald smiled. "You're going to stop me?"

Dumbledore didn't know either, he had complicated feelings towards Grindelwald.

Grindelwald shook his head and smiled evilly, "You don't want to be my enemy, Dumbledore."

...

Chapter 701 Grindelwald, what are you going to do?

"What you do is so mad," Dumbledore said. "Sometimes, I can't tell."

"Do you remember what we agreed to?" Grindelwald suppressed his smile and said, "You promised me."

"It was too young," Dumbledore said with tired eyes, "I couldn't tell you apart, Grindelwald."

He pointed to his head, "When I lost that memory, I often confused you with him."

"He's amazing, isn't he?" Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed yet superior.

"We have to admit that he deserves it more than any of us."

"Worth it?" Dumbledore grasped the point. He looked at Grindelwald and asked, "What are you going to do, Grindelwald?"

"Do what we failed to do," Grindelwald said. "We made a covenant, and you abandoned it."

"The Blood Alliance is gone." Dumbledore sighed deeply, "I will be your enemy."

"No, you won't." Grindelwald looked at him. "You can't fool me, Al."

"You are a coward," Grindelwald crossed his arms, put his thumbs under his chin, and said aggressively, "You don't have the courage to defeat me a second time."

"I will," Dumbledore responded forcefully.

Grindelwald laughed and shook his head slightly, "You wouldn't, just like you didn't tell him about this."

"He hates you to the core," said Dumbledore. "He would kill you without hesitation."

"Perhaps that would be better." Grindelwald placed his open palms on the table, his heterochromatic eyes staring into those blue eyes. "We still have a chance, Al."

"Reshape the world and let wizards live in the sunshine."

Dumbledore looked at the hand, and on it he saw the red spot left by the thorn of the rose.

He said, "I can't."

"Can't, or don't want to?" Grindelwald demanded.