The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 198 Bewitching words

"Tell me, kid, have you really never thought about these questions?"

Grindelwald's alienated right eye tightened, and the air seemed to fluctuate.

This is the inherent control ability of the eye of insight, which can make others believe in their words more.

"And your mother, wasn't she viewed differently by others because of the side effects of your grandmother's pregnancy-prolonging potion?"

"Even in the most benevolent and inclusive Hogwarts, there will be ignorant students who laugh at your skin color and origin. Don't you really want to change all this?"

"Of course I want to change, but not in such a bloody way."

Zhang Qi quietly listened to all the words of the first generation Dark Lord. After the old man finished speaking, Zhang Qi spoke:

"There are always all kinds of discrimination in this world - white people look down on black and yellow people, and magic people look down on ordinary people."

"But why has no one thought about it? Everyone's blood is obviously red, so why do we need to distinguish our identities by skin color and whether we have magic power?"

"I think if you had succeeded back then, most ordinary people in the world who don't know magic would have become slaves of wizards. After all, this is what you and my grandmother said back then."

Zhang Qi said firmly:

"Why can't ordinary people get along with wizards? Do we have anything more than them? We all have one head, two arms and two legs, but we have to talk about the noble blood of wizards. I don't think it's special. Childish?”

"Because of suspicion and distrust, because of the greatness and magic of magic"!

Grindelwald drank the last drop of water in the tea cup, then looked around and found that the thermos bottle was also empty.

"In the absurd ancient times, wizards once created a civilization that was greater than the technology of Muggles today, but it eventually perished because of the increasingly rarefied magic in the environment."

"Except for those with extraordinary talents, today's wizards cannot even use their own magic power to support such a defensive magic that was very common in that era"!

After saying that, Grindelwald snapped his fingers, and a blue circle of fire suddenly appeared around Zhang Qi and Grindelwald!

"The clock tower's magic monitoring system has loopholes. It will be shut down for 4 minutes at 15pm every day. So even if I burn you to death with this flame, no one will notice that I have used magic."

Grindelwald once again had the same winning smile on his face that he had had decades ago.

"Tell me, can I kill you in anger because of your rejection?"

"Of course you can't".

Zhang Qi said calmly.

"Oh, I would like to know who gave you such confidence. Is it because Dumbledore is outside? I really can't kill people in front of old friends."

Grindelwald shook his head in disappointment.

"I think you overestimate yourself, Mr. Grindelwald. It's not because I have Principal Dumbledore's support that I dare to answer so firmly."

Zhang Qi smiled slightly, and then suddenly shouted:

"Kneel down"!

The golden pupils that were instantly lit up looked as dazzling as two masses of melting gold in this slightly dark castle!

The moment Grindelwald saw those eyes, he felt as if someone had hit his heart hard with a sledgehammer, and there was an indescribable panic in his heart.

In that moment of mental shock, Grindelwald saw this picture:

The black figure was lying on the ground, spraying hot dragon blood like a clear spring in the mountains.

The white body was covered with bruises, and it was curled up on the side dying of death. It seemed that it was sad about something?

The scene suddenly changed. This time Grindelwald saw a handsome young man standing in front of him, observing him with interest.

Wearing a dark blue jacket, a white shirt and a blue tie, there is also a red badge on the left chest.

"Good guy, please do me a favor."

Grindelwald seemed to hear the young man say something with a smile, but he couldn't understand Chinese.

"How does it feel, Mr. Grindelwald"?

When he came back to his senses, Grindelwald found that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the young man just now was sitting leisurely on his table, holding a dark pistol in his right hand and pointing it at his head.

"Do you have any last words?"

Zhang Qi pulled the bolt of the pistol with a smile on his face.

With a click, the bolt pressed a bullet into the gun chamber.

"Very good, it seems I underestimated you before."

Instead of being afraid, Grindelwald seemed even more excited at this time.

"Can you tell me how you solved that fire ring just now?"

"All curses come to an end."

Zhang Qi lied casually, but he couldn't tell how he did it anyway.

"To be able to do such advanced things at such a young age, your talent is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

Grindelwald nodded thoughtfully.

"Aren't you afraid that if I shake my little hand, I will send you directly to meet the God of Death?"

Zhang Qi also asked with a smile.

"Of course you can't, because your grandfather still owed me a favor at the time. After all, in those days, the 150mm artillery produced by Rheinmetall was a rare thing."

Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders, and then pushed the gun away from Zhang Qi's hand.

"I have predicted before that firearms are a great threat to wizards. Because as long as they are proficient in using firearms, even a child with no strength can kill a wizard with strong spells."

"It takes eight years to teach a wizard how to kill effectively with a wand, but only a few hours to teach a Muggle how to kill with a firearm."

"The range prohibition burning spell has been lost now. No one can stop the Muggles' artillery and firearms. However, in my era, wizards still retained the strength to fight Muggles."

Grindelwald said leisurely, and then glanced at the clock above his head.

After confirming that the time had not passed, the old man pointed to his teapot, which was automatically filled with water.

"So I decided to take the risk and start a war. Unfortunately, I was wrong."

"I think I can do it".

When he said this, Grindelwald smiled mockingly.

"I naively believed that the balance between wizards and Muggles had not been broken at that time, but after visiting the real battlefield, I despaired."

"Maybe I can knock down a tank battalion and massacre an infantry regiment, but under the overwhelming bombs and artillery cover, I can't escape the fate of becoming a puddle of minced meat."

"Under the war machine, no matter how strong you are, you will only become a puddle of minced meat under the overwhelming artillery fire."

Zhang Qi said softly.

After all, he has the most say.