I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The boy who was once tall has now been caught up.

John said word by word: "Tell me why you want to kill him."

"Him?" Grindelwald said, as if thinking. "Barty Crouch?"

"According to your values, he shouldn't die." John frowned.

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

He curled his lips into a smile, with his hands behind his back, like the naughty boy he used to be.

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

Grindelwald walked over to the table and picked up the picture frame.

"You're a good friend, Joel." His fingers greedily stroked the golden edge of the photo frame, and the uneven texture left marks on his fingertips.

"You don't covet your friend's things, and Crouch is like me. He is old, and stubbornness and wizard arrogance are engraved in his bones."

"You said it before, strength comes first."

He tilted his head slightly, cast his peripheral vision on John, and whispered in the most bewitching and magnetic voice: "If he doesn't die, you won't be willing to become the king of this world."

"So I solved him for you, using your values." He held the picture frame in his left hand and walked towards John. "The ones outside."

“It’s a sacrifice.”

"A great sacrifice. My self-willed decision is just as willful as your leaving without saying goodbye."

John stared at him, at those strange eyes.

His voice was very low, he was suppressing the murderous intent that was about to surge out.

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

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

"Did you see this?"

Grindelwald raised his hands, walked to the center and turned in a circle, his voice becoming higher.

“I’ve been here for half a century.”

"I thought a lot, about my own failures, about the time in Godric's Hollow, and about our great aunt."

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

"When I saw Bathilda Basak's life, which had completely forgotten Joel, I found that you were so gentle."

"I went to Al's house again and I saw that the place was empty and I saw the grave."

"It's amazing. The flowers there grow very densely. I did a lot of research and got the name of the Horcrux from a book."

"I know. I know everything."

Grindelwald seemed a little crazy, "You did nothing, and yet you did everything."

"You are so selfish, Joel," he said, shaking his sleeves, his voice high and sharp, "You keep all the kindness to yourself and selfishly refuse to leave those people even a little bit."

"Do you know how surprised I was when I saw you in Paris?"

"Your looks, your youth, you are a person who plays with taboos, and great miracles will be born from taboos."

Grindelwald held up the photo frame. "You 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 calm. "You once showed me that those Muggles are already too powerful for wizards to succeed."

“I choose another path, to spread seeds all over the world.”

"I met up with a guy near the end of Grindelwald."

"I provided him with magic, made him crazy, and I was there to spread your ideas."

"Power comes first." Grindelwald was only an arm's length away from John. He pointed upwards, "Only the strong can lead."

"Change these, make them crazier, just like you once did to me!"

Grindelwald's voice stopped.

John's fingers unclenched and clenched again.

"It's crazy to use those people's lives as a prelude," John said thoughtfully, "You were planning to let them die from the beginning."

"No, if you hadn't withstood these suffocating tests," Grindelwald chuckled, "this world would not have survived the increasingly powerful technology of Muggles."

"For a world like this, I might as well destroy it in advance."

"The majority and the minority," John sighed, "You are truly crazy to destroy the minority without hesitation."

"I am you, Joel." Grindelwald stared at John with his heterochromatic eyes. "I am acting from the side of Joel."

"The madness hidden in your heart is something you yourself have never seen."

"Why not Dumbledore?" John asked.

"He is very naive, isn't he?" Grindelwald shook his head. "He is as old as I am, but he has a kind heart."

"You won't. Between justice and right, you will choose right."

Grindelwald saw through John.

During the time when Joel disappeared, John Wick gradually emerged at Hogwarts.

He had been looking at the correspondence between John, Dumbledore and him, which contained some things about John Wick.

Therefore, the one who knows John best has always been Grindelwald.

When the holy grail that could make him burn again appeared, he knew his chance had come.

"You know me very well," John raised his eyes slightly, "so you should know what kind of things you will encounter now."

"You will die, Grindelwald. You will die here."

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

"You know I won't have any mercy on you."

"My so-called sacrifice is a desperate madness."

"The Death of Barty Crouch."

"All of this will become your eulogy for death, and your soul will never be relieved."

Grindelwald stopped smiling when he heard this.

Yes, he knew John.

Know better than anyone else.

He stepped back.

And John had already drawn his wand.

The silver ring covers the right hand, holding the sword in the void.

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

The sharp edge that can cut through everything is hanging over Grindelwald like a sword of Damocles.

Grindelwald curled his lips into an evil smile, placed his right hand over his heart and bowed slightly.

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

Grindelwald smiled and said, "Like I said, I know you too well."

He let go of the photo frame in his hand and smiled, "So I know why you listen to me so much."

"You are waiting for the chance to kill with one blow, but I am waiting too."

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

Shattered.

Grindelwald twisted his body.

John's pupils shrank into vertical ones, and without hesitation, he slashed out with the sword.

The tower of Nurmengard glowed with golden light, transforming into layers of runes that blocked Grindelwald's way.

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Chapter 736 I See Farther Than Anyone Else

Grindelwald behind the runes said to John deeply: "I didn't see far enough before..."

"Now I can see farther than anyone, John Wick."

"You know where you can find me," he pointed at the alien pupil and smiled evilly, "our battlefield is not here, you know."

"People outside will become a burden to you."

After saying this, his body twisted and disappeared.

And the runes of the entire Nurmengard were pouring towards this side.

During the half century that Grindelwald had been in the tower, the magic here had condensed into a power that could be consumed.

John was buried in gold.

What happened to him now was the same thing that happened to Voldemort.

However, John is not Voldemort.

Dark energy exploded in his eyes.

Then his body exploded.

In the golden ocean, black air is rising.

A little bit of momentum turned into endless darkness.

John raised his right hand and swung the sword.

The golden rune's prison shattered.

Outside the tower, the originally golden tower now had dense black cracks all over it with words on it.

"Click."

The text is broken.

Black covered the entire tower, right up to the top.

Everything was submerged.

next second.

The blackness suddenly shrank into John's body.

His face was gloomy.

I looked at the burning photo.

Until the last wisp of flame devoured it, the flame photo disappeared.

He raised his hand and glanced at the hideous wound on the back of his hand.

The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Walking out, John glanced into one of the rooms, where the mirror was fogged up for some reason.

A line of words is appearing above.

Before the words were finished appearing, John raised his hand and waved.

The mirror exploded.

He walked down the tower.

The roses under the tower are gradually withering.

And life is slipping away.