After seeing the spikes in the border of aglea, fatil was finally flustered. His back was all wet, and he raised his arm: "I said, I said..."

grindevo withdrew his fingers with satisfaction and stood with his hands down.

"Once upon a time, there were a group of prisoners in a cave. Their hands and feet were bound, and they could not turn around. They could only turn their back to the cave entrance," he said in a hoarse voice

Grindevo nodded, with a slight intoxication on his face.

Fatil: "there's a white wall in front of them and a fire burning behind them. On the white wall, they saw their own shadow. Because they couldn't see anything else, the prisoners thought that the shadow was the real thing... "

at this point, fatil couldn't say any more, but seeing the border behind him, he finally began to bite his teeth:

" finally, a man broke free from the shackles and groped for the hole. He saw the real thing for the first time.

He went back to the cave and tried to explain to others that the shadows were just illusory things and showed them the way to light.

But to the prisoners, the man seemed more stupid than before, and declared to him that there was nothing in the world but the shadow on the wall. "

With this story, fatil, as shown in the picture, was drained of all his strength and stood on the ground wobbly.

Grindevo's eyes gradually changed from nostalgia to regret. He looked at the pale fatil and said softly, "Professor, it's hard for you to remember this story after so many years."

"You don't have to laugh at me, Garrett." "I just chose the life I wanted. If you have a grudge against what happened in those days, you can kill me," said fatil

"Kill you? I know... You stay away from your wife and daughter for many years, but you are afraid that they will be sad when I kill them. But you got one thing wrong, professor. I can't kill you. If you think I'm an avenger, it's boring

"I don't want to take revenge on you at all. I just want to make you the same person as me," grindwall said calmly

"You let them go, you can do whatever you want."

Fatil's voice had taken on a plea, "I've told you the story."

Grindevo still shook his head. "I've seen through your truth. It's useless for me to lie and compromise."

"What do you want?"

Grindevo said with a casual smile, "if you want to prove yourself, prove it to me."

"How to prove it?"

"It's easy. Kill me."

Grindevo throws the elder's wand forward.

In the castle at night, the black, slender elder's wand drew a parabola in the sky and fell on fatil's hand.

Fatil took the wand in a daze, as if he didn't understand the absurd game at all.

Grindevo calmly raised his hand and said with a smile, "kill me, or I'll kill all your family."

With that, he calmly raised his arm, a virtual grip, all the transparent border on the body grow a sharp spike. At this moment, those bound people in the border struggle desperately.

Without hesitation, fatil raised the elder's wand and aimed it at grindevo. At this moment, extermination can almost freeze the air.

"Do it, Professor dreises."

Grindevo said with a casual smile: "in this world, no one is different. A student, a prisoner, a headmaster.

Everyone is the same, essentially the same, selfish, stupid, numb, cold. They're all prisoners in the cave. "

Fatil held up his wand. "Why on earth are you..."

"There's no reason. I just don't want to go along with this dirty world."

Grindevo tilted his head and joked, "come on, kill me."

...

...

in the clouds tens of kilometers away, Hoffa is flying in the sky for kilometers.

Looking down from a high place, plus a huge perception, the whole world is like a holographic map, unfolding in front of him.

But this holographic map is composed of black and white lines, and countless souls walk in the world composed of black and white lines.

High up in the air, he quickly locked in grindevo's position. At that moment, he felt the almost boundless surging power and the ubiquitous breath of death.

At this moment, death smiles in the sky. It was as if there was a huge Skeleton Knight, wearing armor, passing through the sky on a white horse, with a banter smile on his face.

That power surprised Hoffa. He knew that it was the best power in the world. Those who have that power are enough to be the agents of gods in this world.

The great uncertainty pounded his heart, and he concentrated on it.Although separated by dozens of kilometers, he still saw what happened in the castle, he saw fatil, the Deathly Hallows in his hand, the elder wand, pointing at a man.

Who are you pointing at?

Greenwood?

Hoffa, take a look.

At one glance, he was completely shocked.

In the real regular world composed of black and white lines, the soul of grindworth and the soul of aglea are completely opposite.

Fatil, pointed at with his wand, was not grindevo at all, but his own daughter, aglia. And the real grindevo is in the border behind him. He took control of agraia with the soul snatching curse and changed her appearance.

Seeing this clearly, Hoffa was very excited. His heart was captured by the giant claw. He looked up to the sky and gave out a shrill cry. His speed accelerated again, and he tried his best to go to the place where the incident happened.

At this moment, he clearly felt the madness of grindevo.

What on earth is he going to do?

...

...

in the castle.

Fatil still holds his wand flat and aims at the man in front of him.

The tip of the elderberry wand trembled, as if longing for the joy of harvesting life. It seems to be uneasy, for the upcoming terror, uneasy.

The topcoat outside the window is black, and the lightning in the distance is so weak in this dark night.

A gust of wind blowing, the rose in the garden in this ubiquitous huge power, petals rolling, rolling on the fly.

Some petals floated into the room and quickly blackened and withered as they passed between the two men in confrontation.

"Grindevo" opened his mouth again, and he sneered, "why, Mr. dreises, would you rather wait for me to kill your family than me?"

Fatil: "what's wrong with you? Can you be normal

"If you kill me, you may understand me."

"Grindevo" carelessly raised his hand again, the sharp transparent blade in the border continued to grow, and several people's faces had been marked with blood.

Fatil's palms trembled even more, and the cold sweat trickled down from his face.

Looking at the tip of the wand, "grindevo" suddenly shook, as if struggling.

In a flash, fatil immediately grasped elderberry's wand.

When the shaking ended, the man looked up in the moonlight. "Do you know how this wand came from, professor?" He said in a hoarse whisper, "I'll tell you a story, too."

"Shut up, grindevo."

"Shut up..."

"when I was traveling in Europe, I once met a lonely drunk who drank too much and was drunk on the streets of Paris at three in the morning.

However, when I turned him over, I found that he was osbarton, the last generation of Dark Lord, the God of duel. He had never lost in his life

"Shut up... Garrett."

"In his hand, he had an empty wine bottle and an elder's wand. I liked that wand, but he begged me to buy him a bottle of wine. I killed him for the wand. Without any resistance, he died in obscurity in the gutter. "

"That's enough, Garrett grindevo!"

"At that moment, I found that in the face of death, anyone is insignificant."

With that, grindevo suddenly pressed his palm, and a lot of spikes came out one by one. Finally, fatil closed his eyes, and he swung his wand:

"Avada lives!"

Green light gushed from among the elder's wands.

This moment is like death lifting a huge sickle, which is redrawn.

Lightning flashed over the tower. In the distance, Hoffa's eyes were suddenly enlarged, and his body was heavy in the flight. After sliding from the clouds to the ground and smashing five or six houses in succession, he stumbled up from the ruins and murmured, "it's not true..."

with that, he turned pale, turned into a Thunderbird and disappeared into the sky again.

...

...

the green light disappeared and everything was quiet again. I don't know how long it took, maybe only a minute, maybe only a second.

The pale fatil opened his eyes. In the dark castle, the curtain was still flying, and the man in front of him had fallen to the ground. The air is so quiet, serene, calm.

He looked at the wand in his hand, and then at the body safely on the ground in front of him. For a moment, it seems that I forgot the words.

He looked up with a long sigh and turned.

But then, he was stunned.

The bonds that bound the family did not disappear.

Those transparent cubes are still floating in the air.

Then, the cube carrying aglia slowly fell to the ground.The girl with long hair came out indifferently. As she walked, her body rose. In the end, she became another tall figure.

Grindevo stood in front of fatil intact.

There was only endless sympathy and irony in his eyes.

"You did, professor."

Fatil stood on the spot: "how do you..."

"Only those who know the truth can control illusions perfectly. You're right, Professor dreises."

With that, grindevo raised his hand, and the elderberry wand, like a homing bird, returned to his hand.

Fatil was startled. Little by little, he turned around mechanically. The dead on the ground behind him had changed completely.