The wizard? Zhao Mai was stunned for a moment and his steps slowed down, but he walked over. This was a luxuriously decorated room, with four young men sitting on a comfortable sofa with tall backrests, and a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair stood among them.

This is a dazzling person, confident dark blue eyes, firm straight nose bridge and charming mouth make his facial features vivid and powerful. The man wore a black woolen vest on his sky blue shirt, and a crystal diamond inlaid in the purple-red bow tie, which emitted a red light under the flames of the fireplace. His waist and back were straight, his slender legs were naturally separated, and one of his toes was facing Zhao Mai.

"A Oriental?" The person standing seemed to be the leader of this group of people. He looked at Zhao Mai and couldn't understand the casual Canadian style outfit in 1995. This was still an era when jeans, T-shirts and windbreakers did not come out. In their opinion, Zhao Mai's outfit was too unsanctified.

"Sorry for disturbing your party. I shouldn't be the one you are waiting for. No matter who you are waiting for. I just passed by and got lost. I wanted to come and ask how I should go." Zhao Mai said to them: "You said you are wizards? Who do you use magic?"

"A Muggle? It's impossible for Muggle to see the Blackberry Manor, let alone walk in." said a young man sitting on the sofa. Zhao Mai recognized his voice. The young man with green eyes and brown hair was the owner of the excited voice before.

"Where is your wand, let's see." The young man stood up. He lowered his body, exposed his canine teeth, and let out a warning roar.

"I don't have a magic wand." Zhao Mai signaled not to worry about reserved food, and stood in front of it and blocked it with himself. Then he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to give directions. Is there any newspaper in the past few days? I just want to see what happened, and then I will leave."

"No, since you don't have a magic wand, you must be punished!" The brown hair took out the magic wand from his arms. It was a slender wooden stick, about the same thickness as a human little finger and the length was the same as the forearm. "Damn it!"

Zhao Mai raised his hand, and the power of the mind could be used without chanting a spell, and his movements were much faster than these wizards. The wand was still waving in the air, and the wizard's arm was bound by Zhao Mai and could not be flat, so he naturally could not aim. The fainting spell fired upwards along the wand, and hit the ceiling with a bang, shaking a cloud of dust.

"You should be glad that you are using a dizzy spell, which is a good habit. If it is a damage attack spell, you are dead now." Zhao Mai frowned and said to them in a tone: "This is your place. I am just an outsider, but not a malicious intruder. I'm sorry to bother you, if you don't want to help or welcome me, I'll leave now."

"No, we welcome you, the mysterious Mr. Oriental, please sit." The blonde man put his hand on his companion's stiff arms, and the magic flowed, breaking the shackles of the psychic powers and regaining his control over his body. "I'm glad to know you, I'm Gellert Greenward."

"My name is Mike Longhou. Greenward? I seem to have heard of this name." Zhao Mai thought about it and suddenly snapped his fingers: "I remember, you are that black magician!"

"Yes, I am a black magician." Greenward obviously didn't care about the terrible name of black magic. The corner of his right mouth raised slightly and said confidently and gracefully: "It has always been a wizard who controls spells. Only wizards without control will be afraid of spells, and those who denounce black magic as evil are extremely ignorant."

"I also think they are all stupid guys." Zhao Mai said to Greenward. Due to the global forgetful curse incident a century later, Zhao Mai has no good impression of wizards, but he will not let the wizards a hundred years ago take the blame. After thinking about it, Zhao Mai decided to ask Greenward what he thinks about the forgetful curse so that he can decide his next attitude.

"Mr. Greenward, as a dark magician, how do you think of using the forgetting spell against Muggles?"

"The behavior of a coward!" Greenward immediately replied: "Only stupid wizards choose to use this spell to escape the world! They thought it would be good to manage the magic world well? Wrong! There are wizards and muggles in this world, which is an indistinguishable fact. Centuries ago, in order to protect the magic world, wizards would rather sacrifice those witches with thin blood than show themselves? Cowardly!"

His voice gradually became high and full of passion: "Magic is the beauty of the world. How can we cover up the light of magic like covering up the ugliness?!" His arm waved excitedly, quickly and powerful, his hands sometimes clenched into fists, and sometimes pointed at the sky, like a magic wand: "Magic is a treasure, and wizards are the elites of human beings! We are given strength and should also assume corresponding responsibilities! The greater the power, the greater the responsibility; what is the difference between evading responsibility and evading responsibility?! We should hone ourselves and prepare ourselves, from the body, magic, spirit, soul, and most importantly, there is a sense of responsibility! We should not escape our mission, we should show human beings a path, a path to confidence, development and progress!"

Looking at Grindelwald, Zhao Mai suddenly remembered a person. Although the man had a partial hair, had a mustache, and was not as tall as Grindelwald, he would have the same momentum and strength during his speech. Zhao Mai smiled. Grindelwald's words were very inflammatory. The wizards around him were all flushed and excited, and almost put all their faith on him. However, Zhao Mai was not a wizard, nor was he a European, but just a Chinese who had a family that could not return, so these words did not touch him much. Even if Grindelwald was a "wizard supreme", what could he do? Isn't there a transcendent over his head still supervised? Zhao Mai was not going to get involved in his affairs, but there was no need to clearly oppose them. So he also applauded and made a look of "waking up, enlightenment, seeing the clouds and seeing the sun, suddenly enlightenment."

"Mike, although you don't have a magic wand, you obviously have the talent for magic. There is no pure blood oriental wizard in history, but a mixed-blood person is not impossible. Although a mixed-blood person will reduce your starting point, I believe that after hard work and hard work, you will definitely be able to achieve something!"

Zhao Mai nodded and said twice.

"Believe me, you should go to the magic school. I have a good friend, Albus Dumbledore, who communicated with me despite the misunderstanding between us. I can introduce you to the school he teaches, Hogwarts, England." Grindelwald then said: "Or would you like to go to the Boothbaton Magic School nearest? It's in France."

"Can I?" Zhao Mai spread his hands: "I mean, I'm so old."

"Age is never a problem, magic never chooses age." At this moment, the doorbell outside rang, and a British-accented male voice rang: "Sorry, I'm late, and the weather is always unsatisfactory."
Chapter completed!