Sword and Magic and Taxi

Grindelwald's tough attitude made Tolkien a little uncomfortable, and of course he was a little disgusted. After all, this way of acting is not what friends should be. So he shook his head and refused: "I don't have practical experience of this spell, so if you want to know the truth and specifics of the language, you should ask Mike Longhou."

"I used to help you so much, why don't you help me with this small favor?" Grindelwald smiled, and with a flick of his wrist, the wand jumped between his thumb and index finger. He rubbed his fingers, so the wand also rotated and twisted in the air, appearing very flexible. "The posture of Mike holding a wand is like holding a dagger, his magical power is like an active volcano, and all of this is the power provided by that strange spell. Such power should be used to benefit all wizards. Not locked in a cabinet drawer. Tolkien, give me the research materials."

"No, please leave my home now." Tolkien shook his head: "You look dangerous now, and your mood is wrong. You need to calm down!"

"Except your weapon!" With a wave of Grindelwald's wand, Tolkien and Addo's wands flew out and rolled down to the corner of the house. Ado stood up suddenly.

"Heavy constraints!" Grindelwald wand swayed, and Addo froze and sat back on the ground again. He was struggling anxiously, and the floor was hit with a loud noise. Grindelwald frowned: "Why are you so strong?"

He increased the power of the spell, and Addo finally struggled and could only sit on the ground honestly. "Tolkien, I don't want to cause harm, so can you give me the information about the spell? Thank you."

"What's wrong in the living room, did Addo fall?" Edith's voice came from the kitchen.

"It's okay, he was not careful." Tolkien glared at Grindelwald and nodded at him: "I will leave here as soon as I get the things. I don't want to see you again."

"It's a pity, but I can do this."

Tolkien had to go upstairs, and soon came down with a stack of manuscripts. He threw these things on the sofa and looked at him in disgust: "It's all here. But I told you, it's useless for you to hold these."

"I will judge for myself whether it can be used, whether it is good or not, and what to use." Grindelwald shook his head and waved his magic wand. Tolkien felt a pain in his waist. He was hiding the pistol behind his back when he went upstairs. Just flew out. "Do you think these Muggle weapons can really hurt me? Even if they are threatening, do you think I can't detect them? I know enough about Muggle weapons on the front lines of the battlefield. By the way, let Edie Ms. Silk put down the gun in her hand. I don't want to cast spells on my friend's wife today."

Edith was shocked, but still stood up with guns in both hands. Just when she shouted: "Throw down the magic wand and raise your hand", the revolver in her hand suddenly turned into a slimy octopus, wet and slippery, so scared she quickly let go and throw it away.

"Simple transformation spell. I didn't turn the gun into a poisonous spider or a poisonous snake. I have been merciful." Grindelwald stood up, reached out and grabbed it, and all the manuscripts flew into his grasp.

"Wait!" Tolkien stopped him suddenly. It can be seen that his mood is very contradictory, his face is hesitant, and his voice is also very hesitant. "Mike keeps saying that you created this plague. He...is what he said is true?"

"No, not exactly." Grindelwald shook his head: "I didn't find the plague. I haven't the ability to create a disease, but I did design the part of the curse in the plague. All wizards do. So benefit, and will not die because of this flu."

"But there are still many ordinary people who have died because of the plague! The curse in it has greatly increased the spread of the disease, which has caused such a wide range of effects!" Tolkien thought of the sick Edith. If Mike is not treated in time, the consequences may be disastrous. "So many people died, do you know?"

"But the world war had to be over because of this." Grindelwald's words dealt a heavy blow to Tolkien. "I was a little hesitant about what they were going to do, but you gave me a wake-up call. A trench fever made you leave the battlefield and avoided death, which inspired me a lot. People, in Joy is stupid. Only in our own misery can we learn, comprehend and grow. We toast together to celebrate that a disease has saved your mind and wisdom from the battlefield; and the same disease has prevented it World War!"

"No, you are a fallacy!" Tolkien roared: "You, you used...you twisted..."

"Your voice is trembling, Tolkien." Grindelwald smiled and shook his head: "You are an honest and good man, a scholar, and the reason you can't tell now is because the things in your heart are the truth. , And all you want to say are lie, so you can’t do it. I appreciate this. You find me, you beg me to find a way to end the world war with the power of magic, I did it, I did it Your wish, why do you blame me?"

"Because...because this is wrong!"

"I don't see anything wrong. You blame me, but because of this plague, a lot of Muggles have died. But how many more Muggles will die if the war continues? Can you know? So you are just using the unknown, It may be better or worse, use a concept instead of facts to accuse me." Grindelwald shook his head: "This is very unfair, do you know? If there is anything to blame, think about your wishes. Well, think about your beautiful fantasy, think about how you made your wish. Like everyone else, you are just lazy and don't want to take responsibility. I just do it, and I will be blamed for it?"

Tolkien fell on the sofa, his head hung down, his strength seemed to be emptied. Edith ran over with an exclamation, hugging Tolkien tightly. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowing slowly.

"Go call a doctor and take him to the hospital!" Grindelwald frowned and said, "Don't let him die!"

Tolkien breathed hard three times, then raised his head and said, "Gellert Grindelwald, I want you to do one last thing."

"Let's say it." Grindelwald is also a little strange, what else does he ask at this time, can he let himself commit suicide?

"Let me forget all of this, let me forget the wizard, forget the spell, forget the magic world! I can't live like this." Tolkien tapped his wand with his finger, summoned it and took it. In hands. He stroked this magic wand one last time~www.ltnovel.com~ an eight-inch maple branch with troll eyelashes. Although the troll can regenerate, the broken heart cannot regenerate, and the desperate hope will not regenerate. He broke his wand and threw it into the hearth.

"Magic is not a good medicine for healing. People can only understand it by themselves." Tolkien said to Grindelwald: "The magician is not a savior. The true power of salvation has nothing to do with magic. I have to look for it again. Let me forget all this. , I know you will definitely forget the spell."

"But you will also forget the spell language, which is not good for me." Grindelwald shook his head.

"Are you still claiming to be my friend?! Didn't you say that you are a responsible person? You brought me into the magic world, you also want to take me out!" Tolkien finally said: "You said that It sounds good, but what kind of person you are, you only need to look at your actions to understand."

"All right." Grindelwald waved his wand, the light of the spell shining in the room. Tolkien hugged his wife tightly and kissed her forehead, "Edith, give me the strength to live."

"You must live, I want you to live, I will stay with you." Edith responded gently.

"Forget it all!"