Chapter 183 The Cruelest Peace

"It's a very clever magic. It looks very much like the tricks that fairies liked to use before magic contracts were completely popular: simple, hidden, and effective."

Gellert Grindelwald picked up the letter and flicked it thoughtfully.

Although he could vaguely guess that the spell Dumbledore cast on the letter was a variant of goblin magic, that was all. Not to mention reproducing the magic effect, even cracking it would require a little effort. ——Unknowingly, has Albus already gone that far in the field of magic?

After being briefly absent-minded for a few seconds, Grindelwald came back to his senses, shook the letter in his hand at Elena, and shrugged with a smile, his expression a little helpless.

"It looks like something big has happened outside the castle. In my impression, Albus is not the kind of person who often changes plans at short notice."

To be precise, in Grindelwald's impression, Dumbledore's life seemed to always be at a leisurely pace - in the past few decades, the only few accidents and outliers were mostly due to his reason.

"I don't know what big things are happening outside, I only know that you might be dying. Take it!"

Ever since she saw the character change, Elena's face had completely turned cold. There was no trace of smile on her delicate face. Somewhat irritably, Grindelwald took the letter from his hand and crumpled it into a ball, then took the initiative to stuff his black walnut wand. Gave it to the old man.

"Didn't you say you knew three or four simple spells before? Then use them quickly. I've given you the wand."

Until now, this slow-responsive old man seemed not to realize the seriousness of the whole matter.

As a rune originating from ancient times, the reason why the magic word "ur" can become the cornerstone of most healing spells is because it is essentially a kind of revival and activation of vitality.

The super immunity and unlimited recovery power brought by the magic text can indeed be regarded as a "universal" healing magic in theory.

However, omnipotence does not mean omnipotence.

When the pathogenesis comes from one's own defects rather than external factors - for example, when acute diabetic ketoacidosis is caused by insufficient insulin in the body, the role of the mysterious "ur" magic text begins to pale. Feeling powerless.

To be more precise, if Elena's guess is correct, using the magic text that radiates vitality for treatment in this situation is actually an act of drinking poison to quench thirst:

Under the influence of magic, cells will show extremely high activity. Correspondingly, the production of ketone bodies will only become more vigorous. Once the magical suppression is stopped, Grindelwald, whose blood ketone concentration seriously exceeds the standard, may not even have time to rescue him.

"This wand, um..."

After Grindelwald took the wand, his wrist shook subconsciously, his brows furrowed, and he let out a slight hum of surprise.

After being stunned for half a second, Grindelwald suddenly raised his head and glanced at the silver-haired little witch in front of him. The old man's frown slowly relaxed, and he solemnly put the wand back into the girl's hand, relieved. He smiled, helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"You were right before, I really can't use your wand."

"Eh?"

Elena stared blankly at the wand that returned to her hand in less than ten seconds. She quickly reacted and anxiously stretched out her hand to grab the old man's palm. At the same time, she took out another wand from her pocket and tried to regain it. Pass both wands back together.

"You are trying it, try it! It can really release magic. I have two of them here. If it is you, it will definitely work..."

"No need, once or a hundred times, the result will be the same."

Grindelwald looked at the girl's shimmering silver hair, smiled and shook his head, "Let me guess, the cores of these two wands should be made of your hair, right? They are really two cute ones. A magic wand.”

Even though Grindelwald hasn't touched a wand for decades, the memory that penetrates his bones has not faded. From the first moment he touched Elena's wand, Grindelwald's magic power couldn't wait to follow it. Flowed out at the fingertips

——Then, the wand "spit" all his magic power back.

For Grindelwald, who has a keen sense of magic, the entire wand exudes an obvious sense of resistance, as if there is an immature cub living in the wand, or in other words, there is a child living in the wand. The willful little white-haired dumpling.

In other words, this is a wand that only Elena can use.

"Go find a potion test tube. If possible, I would like to try to save some memories and give them to Albus later. He will know how to use them." Grindelwald thought for a while and looked into Elena's eyes. Said extremely seriously.

"Wait, what do you mean?!"

Elena stood up suddenly, clenched the wand in her hand tightly, resisted the urge in her heart to punch the face of the calmly smiling old man in front of her, pointed at herself, and shouted loudly in a voice that was close to a roar.

"Even if you can't cast spells, you can still teach me! It's just a few simple spells. You know, I'm very talented in learning magic."

"You can't learn it. In fact, you know it very well, just like you still can't master the unlocking spell."

Grindelwald looked at the girl in front of him calmly and shook his head, "It is always the most difficult to deceive yourself. Not to mention that these are complex spells that only intermediate therapists can master. It is impossible for you to deceive me... ...Well, diabetic ketoacidosis is considered stomachache in your mind, right?”

"I..." Elena's lips moved, and the look in her eyes dimmed.

For the first time in her life, she felt the shackles of the scientific theories she was once proud of, as well as her powerlessness in the face of magic.

"So, instead of doing some ugly fearless struggle, why don't you tell me more about diabetic ketoacidosis? At least let me know what kind of guests I might welcome when I stop working on my magic."

Grindelwald stretched out his free left hand, rubbed Elena's little head, and smiled nonchalantly.

As Grindelwald, who has studied the Deathly Hallows in depth, he is not that afraid of death. When death is unavoidable, maintaining the greatest degree of calm is the best response to death.

Although there are many regrets, overall, this ending is at least much better than dying alone in one's sleep.

"There are three levels of diabetic ketoacidosis, and what happened to you is severe ketoacidosis."

"It's just that so far, due to the inhibitory effect and activity recovery effect produced by the Ur magic text, all negative reactions of the body have been temporarily covered up."

"Once the magic is stopped, the high blood ketones accumulated in your body will first suppress your respiratory center and cause respiratory paralysis. Next, dehydration will occur in the body within a short period of time, causing you to fall into a coma. In the coma During the process, along with circulatory failure, blood pressure and body temperature will continue to drop."

"In the end, you will die."

Snap.

A tear fell on the back of Elena's fist on her knees.

Elena took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and looked at her fists, trying not to look at Grindelwald's face to prevent herself from crying.

Although Grindelwald didn't mean to blame her at all, the girl knew in her heart that all of this shouldn't have happened at all, if it weren't for her.

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Go to sleep, good night~