Vincent, who is in a dying state, cannot stop the light at the end.
It is like the will of the entire universe, making it impossible for people to do any resistance.
"Magic - I still have magic!"
In front of the bright light, a thin barrier suddenly appeared.
Vincent's illusory body was blocked outside the barrier.
Just as he was trying to go back, a man who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared in front of him.
"This is a world where there is no more pain and no more sadness." The other person stretched out his hand as if to welcome him.
"I'm not dead yet."
Vincent felt a huge force pulling him, "Listen carefully, I still have a heartbeat."
The person opposite him was stunned for a moment, and then he put his hand away in great disappointment.
"Magic can't let you escape forever."
"Who are you?"
"I have many names and images."
He turned into a bearded god, and then into a death with a scythe.
"Any more?"
More and more images appear one by one.
But Vincent's expression was even more disappointed than before.
"Oh, you are so awesome."
Every time you imagine one, the other person will become the same image.
The so-called God is actually just a consciousness.
He is the origin of life and the destination of life.
"Goodbye." Vincent's illusory body began to retreat.
The other person changed back to his image and watched him leave with a smile.
After returning to the real world, Vincent opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed.
Grindelwald sat quietly next to him.
"Don't get up yet, you are very weak now."
He tried to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.
"Everyone's experience is the same." Grindelwald read his eyes, "You may find it strange, but that's the fact."
The process of a near-death experience is not bad, as long as the impact of the killing curse is ignored.
"It will be uncomfortable for a few days. Before you can move, you can first look at the hand gestures for casting spells without a wand."
The white humanoid appears again.
This time it became only the size of a fist, floating in front of Vincent's eyes.
It is very strange that those extremely complex gestures can be remembered accurately just by looking at them.
"Your magic counteracted the Killing Curse without you knowing it."
Grindelwald waved his right hand, and a clock with date appeared on the wall.
August 12th.
The Hogwarts book list should have arrived in North America, and it will be time to go back when my body recovers.
However, only two days later, Greenwald saw that he could already walk a few steps, so he pulled out all the contents on the wall and put them into a black-covered book.
"If you go back in this state, they won't suspect that you have been here."
Vincent opened his mouth weakly, "Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Scamander will definitely know."
Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "They won't know what happened. It's up to you to decide whether you want to deceive them or not, and what excuse you use."
"For the greater good?"
"You won't do this."
Rather than inheriting the Wiccan Party, Vincent is more willing to form a new force that is completely his own.
"Victor will take you back." Grindelwald's white robe became more and more shabby.
His face became older, his hair became less and less dull, and his originally straight back became hunched.
The entire cell was covered bit by bit with dust, exactly the same as when it came.
"Teacher, can't you choose a more pleasing image?"
"I have to take care of some people's mood."
After Vincent returns, Dumbledore and Newt will definitely come.
Using this image, Greenwald can basically rule out the possibility of being Dumbledore.
"Can I come over again?"
"After you learn to apparate."
With the condition of being cross-continental, there will be no chance in the next two to three years.
After putting the books full of dark magic into his suitcase, Vincent realized how weak his body was.
Mythril is so light that my hands tremble when I hold it, and I'm afraid a gust of wind could blow it away.
Grindelwald did not let him go by himself, but directly took an elevator and came out.
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America South.
Texas.
Also known as the Lone Star State, it is the second largest state in the United States after Alaska.
As dusk approached, a large group of Aurors dressed as Muggles appeared on the streets of Houston.
They spread out skillfully and began to search the fourth largest city in the United States.
From brightly lit skyscrapers to dark, damp sewers.
"Sam, there's a situation!"
The Auror who was working in the back kitchen of a restaurant had just finished talking to an object similar to a walkie-talkie when a black and white vortex appeared next to him.
Sam, who was much haggard and had dark circles on his face, half-crouched in front of a small hole in the ground that looked like it had been smashed open.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
He reached out and poked inside, then nodded slightly to the Auror next to him.
After all the Muggles in the kitchen left, Bradley appeared leading a team of Aurors.
"Director Graves, this place was obviously opened using the Traceless Stretching Spell."
The Auror who called Sam told the whole story.
The owner discovered this hole many years ago when he took over the restaurant.
He didn't pay much attention to it at the time, until he accidentally dropped two hamburgers into it.
No matter how hard I stretched out my hand, I couldn't get to the bottom, so I dropped the rope with the heavy object tied to it. The sound only came out when the rope was about to be used up.
When I took it back and measured it, I found it was two hundred feet deep.
Over the years, he had always thought it was a sewer or something like an abandoned subway station.
Until the Auror who followed the SAS search method came over.
Bradley's face was solemn, "Are you sure it's their base?"
"Not yet." Sam took a few steps back and raised his wand, "If I make my own decisions, Director, you will definitely criticize me."
"That's education!" As Bradley backed away, a flash of relief quickly flashed across his face.
After being beaten and scolded for so long, I finally made some progress.
When the Aurors all retreated to a safe distance, Sam couldn't wait to cast the Splitting Curse.
A neat round hole 10 feet in diameter opened in the ground.
Bradley lit his wand and jumped directly.
When he felt he was about to reach the end, he cast a shock-absorbing spell on himself.
With a "squeak" sound, he bent down and looked at his feet.
The ground was covered with rotten pieces of meat and small bones, and the appearance and taste directly impacted his stomach.
Before they could be cleared away, Sam came down.
"What - ugh -"
Bradley endured the nausea and threw them all aside and burned them.
Just the rat carcasses and maggots crawling around are enough to have an impact, and the smell that hits the soul is not something ordinary people can bear.
Thanks to the traceless stretching spell cast here, the restaurant owner ignored the hole again.
Otherwise, after so many years, the Muggles would have discovered this base that is larger than the actual space.