The heavy rain still showed no sign of stopping, and the grass under her feet seemed to be soaked in water. Hermione could feel that some water had entered her boots, and her toes were cold.
Kill someone...
Her eyes passed through the light net woven by magic traces, past the mutilated but still grinning living corpses, and landed on the man in black robes.
That pale bald head, noseless face, snake-like eyes, elegant and easy-going mouth that spits out fragrance...
"Oh, I can kill this one, he's not even a human being."
Hermione immediately relaxed. Just hearing that she was asked to kill someone was a little resistant at the time, but when she looked at the target she wanted to kill, the resistance completely disappeared. She even reached out to ask the professor for a Gauss rifle.
The plan worked. This was the killing curve that Su Ming had arranged for Hermione when she was in first grade. With today's start, she would not have any psychological burden if she killed others in the future.
"Don't worry, I made an appointment with the TV anchor. Your killing of Voldemort needs to be publicized. I plan to let you graduate from Hogwarts at the end of this semester and go to the International Federation of Wizards to gain qualifications. You will get a job in the future.
Long time."
"Isn't the current president Dumbledore?" Hermione knew this. The principal was considered to be the greatest wizard of this century, and he sat in that position as expected.
"Old Deng will retire with Grindelwald soon and go to a paradise to live the life of a couple of gods and gods. Other things are no longer important." Su Ming waved his hand carelessly and pointed at Grindel beside him.
fertile.
Hermione, the first generation of the Dark Lord, blinked: "Don't blame me, little girl. It was your professor's idea to hide his identity and teach you magic."
Hermione smiled and shook her head politely: "I guessed it when you revealed your identity. Only he would do such boring things."
"He couldn't be more kind to you." Grindelwald used the water-proof spell, took out a teapot from his pocket and made tea: "If my professor was as good as him, I probably would be too.
You won’t go down that road, right?”
"What is your relationship with Principal Dumbledore?" Hermione touched her face. She didn't know what happened in the past, and she didn't know why the professor came together with Grindelwald. She was even more confused.
What is more interesting is why the two old people retired together.
Is the Dark Lord good or bad?
It has nothing to do with her. She is a Muggle, and there are no ancestors in her family who were killed by Grindelwald. The old devil does not like to kill Muggles for fun like Voldemort. Hermione has no conflict of interest with him.
She only knew that this person was the professor's ally, so her position was here. Even if the whole world said that Grindelwald was a bad guy, Hermione only listened to her professor.
Grindelwald smacked his lips, shook the teapot in his hand, looked up at the sky in the distance, listened to the screams of the Death Eaters, and told Hermione a love story from the past.
Two young people met the best people at the best time, from being like-minded to falling out, to regret and helplessness.
Grindelwald has nothing to hide, whether it's his being gay or his being the Dark Lord.
He didn't know if he still had a chance to be forgiven by Albus, but he had to try, so accepting Deathstroke's conditions was the only way. After all, except for this man, no one else in the world could help him.
As a British person, Hermione has a much more tolerant attitude towards gays than Su Ming. Not only does she not dislike their relationship, but she also sympathizes with their experiences.
It was like a magical version of Romeo and Juliet, the 'good dagger' almost stuck into the chest of the lover.
Of course, this was because she didn't know how many people her professor had killed in order to get Grindelwald out. But she didn't need to know those details, as long as she knew it was for the sake of adult beauty.
"I will also help you persuade the principal." Hermione expressed her position to Grindelwald, clenching her fists very enthusiastically: "Those things in the wizarding world in the past have nothing to do with him. As long as he saves his sister
Is it okay to just come back?"
It must be said that Hermione's way of thinking has become a death knell, and she is indifferent to the past wars in the wizarding world.
Grindelwald smiled slightly and nodded to express his gratitude.
"We all hope for the best, and I've spent my life pursuing the greater good, but now I want to switch things back to him."
"oh......"
Hermione clasped her hands in front of her chest and blinked.
It's so touching, especially the forbidden love between the perceived bad guy and the good guy, it's just awesome.
People say that Grindelwald is a bad person, but Hermione doesn't think there's anything wrong with him. Not only is he very polite, he also talks nicely, and his appearance is much better than Voldemort's.
Is it true that public perception is wrong again...
Su Ming saw that her apprentice was doing well and nodded happily. At least she did not blindly follow the world's mainstream views and knew where she stood.
Grindelwald did kill people profusely, and even calling him a demon was not enough, but what does this have to do with Deathstroke?
Only Grindelwald can deal with Dumbledore, and then Su Ming can acquire the three Deathly Hallows in a relatively peaceful manner, and then use the Hallows to negotiate terms with the God of Death in this world, thereby achieving his goal.
"Don't talk about hope or anything like that. It's much more reliable if you use your brain more." Su Ming shook his head, raised his chin and motioned for them to look at the other side: "If you don't believe me, listen to what this person says, ambushing bug, you are
What do you think of ‘hope’?”
The Ambush Bug, who was walking out of a green iron door that appeared out of thin air, still had a microphone in his hand. When he first came up, he was faced with such a lackluster question from Deathstroke, but he didn't panic at all.
As a TV host who talks a lot of nonsense, how could he not have the ability to adapt to changes?
This is Death Knell's new world, just follow his words and that's it.
"Hope is bullshit and is of no use. Even if it is as powerful as Superman, it is just a tool in the hands of a wise man. There has never been a savior. Humanity still has to save itself."
After saying that, the green locust winked at the death knell, as if asking himself if that was right.
"Well said." Su Ming threw him a cigarette with satisfaction and asked him to take shelter under the canopy formed by the cloak: "I was wondering who would come this time. It turned out to be you. Why did you delay so much?
Long?"
"After all, this is the first time to jump out of the multiverse. All four of us wanted to come, so it took some time to make a decision." The ambush bug rolled up the locust mask on his face, put the cigarette into his mouth, and put his head
Come over and borrow a fire.
Su Ming took out a lighter and lit it for him, wondering: "I have informed you a long time ago, why are you just deciding on the candidate now?"
"Forget it, the Calendar Man proposed to use mahjong to decide the candidate, and we all agreed. It took a total of thirty rounds to determine the winner. People from Gotham are not easy to deal with." The ambush bug looked worried.
But he soon showed a mean smile, presumably his method of victory was not very glorious.
You can think of this with your toes. After all, the difference between him and Wade is that one is green and the other is red. One is hygienic and the other is not. Morality is not a problem for them.
Deathstroke showed an "I understand" smile and patted his shoulder: "Smoke a cigarette, drink some tea, prepare a video backup, and we will send the victim on his way."
"That's great. Is that the white bald one over there? He doesn't even have clothes and can only wear rags. It's so pitiful. But our audience just likes to watch the poor guy die, haha!" The ambush bug took a sip.
Cigarette, nodded very socially: "By the way, can those Mr. Skeletons over there also appear on the scene? I think undead creatures will help the ratings."
The Supreme Mage nodded easily: "You can take pictures if you want. After all, you are the professional in live broadcasting, right? But in this case, I also need someone who has dealt with it with technical means. No undead creatures will appear, so that my apprentice looks extremely honorable.
Version... is used in this world, do you understand what I mean?"
The ambush bug made an OK gesture. This was just a piece of cake for Channel 52. They had experienced countless major events in the past, but this was the first time they had the real sense of personally participating in it, and it was outside the multiverse.
,Very good!
Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with cooperating with Deathstroke. Today is truly a day worth remembering.
He looked down at the footprints he had left on the rotten grass beneath his feet. This was one small step for himself, and one giant step for the entire DC universe.
It's really ironic that a news anchor like him achieved the goals that people like Luther have been pursuing.