The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Tell me, child, have you really never thought about these questions?"

Grindelwald's alienated right eye tightened, and the air seemed to fluctuate.

This is the inherent control ability of the Eye of Insight, which can make others believe their own words more.

"And your mother, wasn't she treated differently because of the side effects of your grandmother's pregnancy-prolonging potion?"

"Even in the most benevolent and tolerant Hogwarts, there will be ignorant students who will laugh at your skin color and background. Don't you really want to change all this?"

"Of course I want to change, but not in this **** way."

Zhang Qi quietly listened to all the words of the original Dark Lord. After the old man had finished speaking, Zhang Qi said:

"There are always all kinds of discrimination in this world - white people look down on black and yellow people, and magical people look down on ordinary people."

"But why hasn't anyone thought about it? Everyone's blood is red, so why should they be differentiated by skin color and whether they have magic power?"

"I think if you succeeded back then, most of the ordinary people in the world who don't know how to magic will become the slaves of wizards. After all, this is what you and my grandmother said back then."

Zhang Qi said firmly:

"Why can't ordinary people get along with wizards? Do we have something more than them? Everyone has one head, two arms and two legs, but they have to talk about the noble blood of wizards, don't think it's special Childish?"

"Because of suspicion and distrust, because of the greatness and wonder of magic"!

Grindelwald drank the last drop of water in the teacup, then looked around and found that the thermos was also empty.

"In the absurd times of ancient times, wizards once created a civilization that had greater technology than the Muggles now, but it finally perished because of the increasingly rare magic in the environment."

"Except for those who are gifted, the wizards today can't even use their own magic to support such a defense magic that was very common in those days"!

After speaking, Grindelwald snapped his fingers, and a blue ring of fire suddenly appeared beside Zhang Qi and Grindelwald!

"The clock tower's magic monitoring system is flawed. It will be shut down on time for 15 minutes at 4 pm every day, so even if I burn you to death with this flame, no one will notice that I have used magic."

Grindelwald's face put on the triumphant smile he had had decades ago.

"You said, can I kill you in anger because of your rejection?"

"Of course you can't".

Zhang Qi said calmly.

"Oh, I'd like to know who gave you such confidence. Is it because Dumbledore is outside? I really can't kill someone in front of an old friend."

Grindelwald shook his head somewhat disappointedly.

"I think you are overestimating yourself, Mr. Grindelwald. I didn't dare to answer so firmly because I had the backing of Headmaster Dumbledore."

Zhang Qi smiled slightly, then suddenly shouted:

"Kneel down"!

The golden eyes that were instantly lit up in this slightly dark castle looked as dazzling as two **** of melting gold!

The moment Grindelwald saw those eyes, he felt as if someone had slapped his heart with a sledgehammer, and an indescribable panic arose in his heart.

In that momentary mental shock, Grindelwald saw this picture:

The black figure was crawling on the ground, and its body spurted hot dragon blood like a clear spring in the mountains.

The white body was covered in bruises and bruises, and was curled up dying, as if feeling sad for something?

The picture changed suddenly, and this time Grindelwald saw a handsome young man standing in front of him again, observing him with interest.

A dark blue jacket with a white shirt and blue tie underneath, and a red badge pinned to the left chest.

"Good guy, you are filial to me."

Grindelwald seemed to hear what the young man said with a smile, but he could not understand Chinese.

"How do you feel? Mr. Grindelwald"?

When he came back to his senses, Grindelwald found that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the young man was sitting leisurely on his desk just now, holding a black pistol in his right hand at his head.

"Do you have any last words?"

With a smile on his face, Zhang Qi pulled the bolt of the pistol.

With a click, the bolt pressed a bullet into the barrel.

"Very good, it seems that I underestimated you before."

Instead of being afraid, Grindelwald seemed more excited.

"Can you tell me how you solved that ring of fire just now?"

"All curses end".

Zhang Qi made a random lie, anyway, he couldn't directly say how he did it.

"You know something so profound at such a young age, your talent is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

Grindelwald nodded thoughtfully.

"Aren't you afraid that my little hand will shake and send you directly to see the **** of death"?

Zhang Qi also asked with a smile.

"Of course you can't, because your grandfather still owed me a favor at that time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After all, in those days, the 150mm artillery produced by Rheinmetall was a rare thing."

Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders, then flipped the gun in Zhang Qi's hand.

"I predicted before that firearms are a great threat to wizards. Because as long as they are proficient in using firearms, even a child with little power can still kill a wizard with powerful spells."

"It takes eight years to teach a wizard **** efficiently with a wand, and a few hours to teach a Muggle **** with a gun."

"The incantation incantation spell is now lost. No one can stop Muggles' artillery and firearms, but in the era I lived in, wizards still retained the strength to fight Muggles."

Grindelwald said leisurely, then glanced at the clock above his head.

After confirming that the time had not passed, the old man pointed at his teapot, which was automatically filled with water.

"So I decided to risk a war, but unfortunately, I was still wrong."

"I think I can do it."

Speaking of which, Grindelwald laughed at himself.

"I was naive to think that the balance between wizards and Muggles was still unbroken, but after visiting the real battlefield, I was desperate."

"Maybe I can knock down a tank battalion and slaughter an infantry regiment, but under the cover of bombs and artillery, I can't escape the fate of turning into a puddle of meat."

"Under the war machine, no matter how strong you are, you will only become a puddle of minced meat under the overwhelming cannon fire."

Zhang Qi said softly.

After all, he has the most say.

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