Sword and Magic and Taxi

Grindelwald's tough attitude made Tolkien a little uncomfortable, and of course a little disgusted. After all, this way of acting is not how friends should behave. So he shook his head and refused: I have no practical experience with this magic spell, so if you want to know the truth and specifics of the language, you should ask Mike Long Roar.

I have helped you so much, why don't you do me this little favor? Grindelwald smiled, flicking his wrist and jumping the wand between his thumb and index finger. He rubbed his fingers, and the wand spun and twisted in the air, appearing very flexible. Mike holds the wand like a dagger, and his magical power is like an active volcano, and all of this is the power provided to him by that strange magic spell. Such power should be used to benefit all wizards for your great cause, not locked away in a cupboard drawer. Tolkien, give me your research materials.

No, please leave my house now. Tolkien shook his head: You look very dangerous now and your mood is not right. You need to calm down!

Expelliarmus! With a wave of Grindelwald's wand, Tolkien and Hodor's wands flew out and rolled down to the corner of the room. Ado stood up suddenly.

Heavy restraints! Grindelwald shook his wand, and Ado froze and sat back on the ground. He kept struggling anxiously, and the floor made a loud thud sound when hit. Grindelwald frowned: Why are you so strong?

He increased the power of the spell, and Ado finally struggled no longer and could only sit on the ground. Tolkien, I don't want to cause harm, so can you please give me the information about the curse? Thank you.

What happened over there in the living room? Did Ado fall? Edith's voice came from the kitchen.

It's okay, he was just careless. Tolkien glared at Grindelwald and nodded to him: Leave here as soon as you get the things. I don't want to see you again.

It's a shame, but I can do this.

Tolkien had no choice but to go upstairs, and soon came down with a stack of manuscripts. He threw these things on the sofa and looked at him with disgust: They are all here. But I told you, you have no use in holding these.

I will judge for myself whether it can be used, whether it is good to use, and what it is used for. Grindelwald shook his head and waved his wand. Tolkien felt a pain in his waist and took advantage of the pistol hidden behind his back when he went upstairs. Just flew out. Do you think these Muggle weapons can really hurt me? Even if they are a threat, do you think I can't detect them? I already know enough about Muggle weapons on the battlefield. By the way, let Edie Ms. Si, put down the gun in your hand, I don’t want to cast a spell on my friend’s wife today.”

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

A simple transformation spell. I didn't turn the gun into a poisonous spider or a poisonous snake, so I was merciful. Grindelwald stood up, stretched out his hand to grab it, and all the manuscripts flew into his hands.

Wait! Tolkien suddenly stopped him. It can be seen that his mood is very contradictory, his face is hesitant, and his voice is hesitant. Mike keeps saying that you created this plague. Is...is he telling the truth?

No, not exactly. Grindelwald shook his head: I didn't find the plague. I don't have the ability to create a disease, but I did design the curse part of the plague. All wizards So benefit and you won’t die from this flu.”

But many ordinary people still died because of the plague! And the curse greatly accelerated the spread of the disease, which caused such a large-scale impact! Tolkien thought of the sick Edith. If Mike hadn't received timely treatment, the consequences might have been disastrous. So many people died, you know?

But the World War had to end because of this. Grindelwald's words gave Tolkien a heavy blow. I was a little hesitant about what they were going to do, but you gave me a heads-up. A trench fever allowed you to leave the battlefield and avoid death, which was a big inspiration to me. Man, in You are foolish in your joy, and you can only learn, understand and grow in your own misery. Let us raise a toast together to celebrate a disease that saved your mind and wisdom from the battlefield; while another disease of the same kind prevented World War!”

No, you are lying! Tolkien roared: You, you used... you twisted...

Your voice is trembling, Tolkien. Grindelwald smiled and shook his head: You are a good honest man and a scholar. The reason why you can't speak out now is because what you have in your heart is the truth. , and everything you want to say is a lie, so you can't do it. I appreciate this about you. You came to me, you begged me to find a way to end the world war with the power of magic, I did it, I realized it Why do you accuse me of your wish?”

Because...because this is wrong!

I don't see anything wrong. You accuse me because this plague has killed many Muggles. But if the war continues, how many more Muggles will die? Do you know? So, you are just using unknown, It may be better or worse, to accuse me with a concept rather than a fact. Grindelwald shook his head: It's unfair, you know? If there is anything to blame, think about your wishes Well, think about your beautiful fantasies, think about how you made your wish. You, like everyone else, are just lazy and don't want to take responsibility. I just do it and I have to be blamed for it?

Tolkien fell on the sofa, his head hung low, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away. Edith exclaimed and ran over, hugging Tolkien tightly. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowing slowly.

Hurry up and call the doctor and take him to the hospital! Grindelwald frowned and said, Don't let him die!

Tolkien took three hard breaths, then raised his head and said, Gellert Grindelwald, I want to ask you to do one last thing.

You tell me. Grindelwald was also a little strange. What else did he want at this time? Could he let himself commit suicide?

Let me forget all this, let me forget wizards, forget spells, and forget the magical world! I can't live like this. Tolkien tapped his wand with his finger, summoned it, and took it in hand. He stroked the wand one last time, an eight-inch maple branch with troll lashes. Although trolls can regenerate, broken hearts cannot regenerate, nor can despair. 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: Magicians are not saviors. The real power of salvation has nothing to do with magic. I want to find it again. Let me forget all this. , I know you will definitely forget all the spells.

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

You still claim to be my friend?! Didn't you say you are a responsible person? You brought me into the magical world, and you have to take me out too! Tolkien finally said: You said that It sounds nice, but you only need to look at your actions to understand what kind of person you are.

Okay then. Grindelwald waved his wand, and the light of the spell continued to shine 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, and I will live with you. Edith responded gently.

Everything is forgotten!