I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"It's crazy what you do," said Dumbledore. "Sometimes, I can't tell."

"What we promised, do you remember?" Grindelwald withdrew his smile, "You still promised me."

"It was too young," Dumbledore said with tired eyes, "I couldn't tell you apart, Grindelwald."

He pointed to his head, "When I forgot that memory, I often confused you with him."

"He's amazing, isn't he?" Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and superior.

"We have to admit that he deserves more than all of us."

"Worth it?" Dumbledore grasped the point, he looked at Grindelwald, and asked, "What are you going to do? Grindelwald."

"Do the thing we didn't finish," Grindelwald said. "We made a covenant and you gave it up."

"The blood alliance is gone." Dumbledore sighed deeply, "I will be your enemy."

"No, you won't." Grindelwald looked at him, "You can't fool me, Al."

"You're a coward," Grindelwald said aggressively, crossing his thumb against his chin, "you don't have the guts to beat me a second time."

"I will." Dumbledore replied firmly.

Grindelwald laughed, and he shook his head slightly, "You won't, it's like you didn't tell him about it."

"He hates you to the bone," said Dumbledore, "and he would kill you without hesitation."

"Perhaps that would be better," Grindelwald put his palms on the table and stared at those blue eyes with different-colored pupils, "We still have a chance, Al."

"Reshape the world and let wizards live in the sun."

Dumbledore looked at the hand, where he saw the red spots left by the rose thorns.

"I can't," he said.

"Can't, or don't want to?" Grindelwald asked.

"I can't, and I don't want to." Dumbledore shook his head and said with a complicated expression, "Stop it, Gellert."

"He will kill you."

Grindelwald's smile subsided, and he pressed his hands on the table and slowly pulled them away.

"Would you cast a spell on my back?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore replied confused.

The greatest wizard is now like a child who can't guess the answer.

"I still say the same thing, you don't want to be my enemy." Grindelwald smiled and stood up, "Things that are more incomprehensible than blood alliances bind your heart."

Grindelwald left.

And as he said, Dumbledore didn't cast a spell on his back.

Looking at the cup of coffee with three sugars, Dumbledore saw his old face through the black coffee.

He reached out to touch his beard.

"What are you going to do, Grindelwald?"

Why is he more worthy?

To reshape a world, in a world that cannot be changed?

Holy fire baptism.

Grindelwald, do you want to build on the ruins that have been knocked down?

But you can't.

We all know that.

That person is there.

...

After being tested by Xenophilius Lovegood, the first person to eat crabs, people began to pay attention to the activities of the Christmas Protoss.

But this year there is no chance, both protoss were caught.

Hector and Hermo, two little golden men, were chasing the little brown bear.

In the huge Silver Hand Manor, the Wick family regarded it as an adventure.

I am going back today, and Watson is still very reluctant.

This place is much more fun than the hotel he owns.

The little brown bear was crushed by two protoss, and Hermo avenged the last love than Jin Jian Qitiansuo.

If it wasn't for being unable to speak, the brown bear would now scold the protoss for not speaking martial arts.

"Bear."

Arianna called out to Little Bear, and Little Bear exploded into a small universe, flying the Protoss out, with his hands on his hips.

It tumbled into Ariana's arms.

John teaches Ariana to use her first spell.

"Put your hand on Picture Books of Practical Magic, Arianna."

He guided by the side, and Ariana followed suit.

Put your hand on the opened "Practical Magic Picture Book".

John continued; "Close your eyes and think about where you're going."

Ariana closed her eyes and thought about the Wicks.

"Next, all it takes is a little miracle, a little magic."

Under John's guidance, the magical power in Ariana's body was mobilized.

In her mind, a composition of the Wick family appeared.

In the next second, multiple pages quickly flew out of the book.

"Dad, Mom, I think we have to say goodbye first."

John stood outside the pages, saying goodbye to his family inside.

"I forgot to take the flying teapot, you must bring it back to me next time." Watson still couldn't forget the wild teapot he caught.

Mrs. Wick shut her husband up with her death gaze. She looked at John and said, "Remember to eat on time, John."

After finishing speaking, the pages of the book were snapped together.

The three were dragged away by a suction force.

Then the book disappeared.

John stood in the hall, looking at the deserted hall.

The fire in the fireplace went out, and a chill came over.

John glanced at the teapot on the table.

Only the last three days of 1998 remain.

...

Wick's house.

The old secret agent who watched day and night looked decadent.

The stubble had grown a lot, making him look haggard.

After sleeping for a day and a night, the young agent finally woke up.

He foolishly said good morning to the old agent, not noticing his big, swollen face.

"You fainted suddenly, do you remember what happened?" The old agent asked the young agent what happened.

The young agent recalled carefully, and said uncertainly: "It seems to be an impact, I just feel a force that makes me let go of the handle."

"Could it be an electric shock?" The old agent thought about it and felt wrong.

They didn't know what anti-intrusion method Watson Wake used, but this power made the agents dare not act rashly.

"Watson Wake left secretly. There must be something shady about him. The organization is already investigating the major events that happened during this period."

The old agent looked ugly, "This time we did not do enough surveillance, and the organization sent criticism."

"If we don't find Watson Wake again..."

"Isn't this?" the young agent said.

The old agent looked over, on the monitor screen, facing the window of Wick's house.

At this moment, Watson was drinking the coffee made by Mrs. Wick with a smile on his face.

"Watson Wake!" The old agent almost stopped beating.

He contacts other agents.

Feedback from various places showed that Watson did not appear on the street.

How can it be?

Is it an underground passage?

The old agent's face was solemn, "Suddenly appeared, what kind of tricks is Watson Wake playing?"

They haven't investigated where any major accidents have occurred.

But in this situation, they are completely confused.

"Wait, he dialed the number, hurry up and find a lip language expert!"

The old secret agent also wanted to install bugs in it, but so far no one has been able to enter it.

The news can only be learned through lip experts.

Soon the lip-speaking expert in the team arrived, and he pulled down the window and stared at Watson with a binoculars.

"Sokovia, hotel, what, not open? If others see it, they think I can't afford to open it. Open another one!"

After the lip language expert finished speaking, the old agent fell into deep thought.

"Sokovia?" He remembered the country.

A small, mountainous and barren country in the interior of Eastern Europe.

What is there in that place that the underground president cares about?

Also, what's that in the back?

An empire blueprint for an underground president?

The old secret agent found it very difficult. This underground president who disappeared for two days actually wanted to start ruling other countries?

This is not a trivial matter, and even the old secret agent can't handle it.

"Look, it's the guy with the turkey."

The young agent said something, and the old agent looked.

Greg showed up quickly on the news, and he rang the doorbell.

The door is opened.

Watson came out and saw Greg, his face returning to its expressionless expression.

"Hi, Mr. Wick, I thought I'd send you Christmas wishes." Greg weighed his words.

After finishing speaking, Watson said blankly, "Thank you for your blessing."

"Uh...that..." Greg looked behind the door.

Watson said, "Have you prepared the Christmas gift for the orphanage?"

"Ah, ready."

"Very well, one of them is for you."

Watson closed the door, and said disgustedly, "I'm being disgusted by my daughter, so you're too embarrassed to come here."

And Greg looked at the closed door, wondering if he had been discovered.

He sighed, "This task is too difficult, boss."

...