Chapter 325 Come to Meet the Big Boss

wizard? Zhao Mai was stunned for a moment and his steps slowed down, but he still walked over. This is a luxuriously decorated room. Four young men are sitting on comfortable sofas with tall backrests. A handsome middle-aged man with blond hair stands among them.

This is a dazzling man. His confident dark blue eyes, resolute straight nose and charming mouth make his features vivid and powerful. This man was wearing a black fur vest outside his sky blue shirt, and his purple tie was inlaid with a crystal diamond, which glowed red under the light of the fireplace flame. His back was straight, his slender legs were naturally spread apart, and the tip of one of his toes was facing Zhao Mai's direction.

"An Oriental?" The man standing seemed to be the leader of the group. He looked at Zhao Mai and couldn't understand the 1995 Canadian-style casual wear at all. This was still an era before jeans, T-shirts and jackets came out. In their opinion, Zhao Mai's outfit was too ungraceful.

"Sorry to disturb your party. I shouldn't be the one you are waiting for - no matter who you are waiting for. I was just passing by and lost my way. I wanted to ask how to get there." Zhao Mai said to them: "You said you are wizards ?The kind that uses magic?”

"A Muggle? It's impossible for a Muggle to see Blackberry Manor, let alone walk in." A young man sitting on the sofa said. Zhao Mai recognized his voice. This young man with green eyes and brown hair was the owner of the excited voice before.

"Let us see where your wand is." The young man stood up. Reserve Liang lowered his body, exposed his canine teeth, and let out a warning roar.

"I don't have a magic wand." Zhao Mai signaled the food reserve not to be nervous, and stood in front of it, blocking it with himself. Then he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to give me directions. Do you have the newspapers from the past few days? I just want to see what happens, and then I will leave."

"No, since you don't have a wand, you must be punished!" The brown hair took out the wand from his arms. It was a slender wooden stick, about the same thickness as a person's little finger and as long as a forearm. "Collapse!"

Zhao Mai raised his hand. The power of telekinesis can be used without chanting a spell, and his movements are much faster than these wizards. The wand was still waving in the air, and the wizard's arms were restrained by Zhao Mai. He couldn't keep it flat, so he couldn't aim. The spell shot faintly up the wand and hit the ceiling with a thud, shaking off a cloud of dust.

"You should be glad that you only used the fainting spell. This is a good habit. If it were a damaging attack spell, you would be dead by now." Zhao Mai frowned and said to them in a raised tone: "This is yours. I'm just an outsider here, but not a malicious intruder. I'm sorry to disturb you, but if you are unwilling to help or welcome me, I will leave now."

"No, we welcome you, mysterious Mr. Dongfang, please take a seat." The blond man put his hand on his companion's stiff arm, and the magic flowed, breaking the shackles of psychic powers, allowing him to regain control of his body. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gellert Greenwald."

"My name is Mike Longhou. Greenwald? I seem to have heard of this name." Zhao Mai thought for a while and suddenly snapped his fingers: "I remembered, you are the black magician!"

"Yes, I am a black magician." Greenwald obviously did not care about the terrible name of black magic. The right corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he said confidently and elegantly: "The wizard has always controlled the spell. Only if there is no Only controlling wizards are afraid of spells, and those who denounce black magic as evil are extremely ignorant."

"I also think they are all a bunch of fools." Zhao Mai said to Greenwald. Due to the global Forgetting Curse incident a century later, Zhao Mai did not have a good impression of wizards, but he would not let the wizards from a hundred years ago take the blame. After thinking about it, Zhao Mai decided to ask Greenwald what he thought about the Forgetting Curse to decide his next attitude.

"Mr. Greenwald, as a dark magician, what do you think about using the Oblivion Curse on Muggles?"

"What a coward!" Grindelwald immediately replied: "Only stupid wizards would choose to use this kind of spell to escape from the world! They think that as long as they manage the magical world, it will be fine? Wrong! There are wizards and Muggles in this world , this is an indiscernible fact. Centuries ago, in order to protect the magical world, wizards would rather sacrifice those witches with thin blood than dare to show themselves? Cowardly!"

His voice gradually became louder and full of passion: "Magic is the beauty of the world, how can we cover up the light of magic like we cover the ugliness?!" His arms waved excitedly, quickly and powerfully, sometimes clenching his hands into fists, sometimes with his index fingers Pointing to the sky, like a magic wand: "Magic is a treasure, and wizards are the elite among humans! We have been given power, and we should also assume corresponding responsibilities! The greater the power, the greater the responsibility; evading responsibility is nothing like deserting. Different?! We should hone ourselves and prepare ourselves, from body, magic, spirit, soul, and most importantly, sense of responsibility! We should not evade our mission, we should show mankind a path, a path that leads to self-confidence, development and the path to progress!”

Looking at Grindelwald, Zhao Mai suddenly remembered someone. Although that man had parted hair, a mustache, and was not as tall as Grindelwald, he would have the same momentum and power when giving a speech. Zhao Mai smiled. Grindelwald's words were very inflammatory. The wizards around him all looked flushed and excited, almost placing all their faith on him. However, Zhao Mai is not a wizard, nor is he a European, he is just a Chinese who has a home and cannot return, so these words did not touch him much. Even if Grindelwald is a "Wizard Supreme", what can he do? Isn't there still a transcendent person supervising him? Zhao Mai was not prepared to interfere with his affairs, but there was no need to explicitly oppose them. So he also clapped along, with the expression of "a wake-up call, enlightenment, clearing the clouds, and sudden enlightenment."

"Mike, although you don't have a wand, you obviously have a talent for magic. There have been no pure-blooded Eastern wizards in history, but mixed-blood ones are not impossible. Although mixed-blood will lower your starting point, I believe that with hard work, And after hard work, you will definitely be able to achieve a great career!"

Zhao Mai nodded and hummed twice.

"Believe me, you should go to a wizarding school. I have a good friend, Albus Dumbledore - despite the misunderstanding between us - he still corresponds with me, and I can introduce you to where he teaches. School, Hogwarts in England." Grindelwald then said: "Or, would you like to go to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearby? It is in France."

"Can I?" Zhao Mai spread his hands: "I mean, I'm already so old."

"Age is never a problem, magic never chooses age." At this moment, the doorbell rang outside, and a male voice with a British accent rang: "I'm sorry, I'm late. The weather always makes people unhappy."

"Mike, it seems that the person we are waiting for this time has arrived: a young, promising young wizard who can touch people's hearts with words and words." Grindelwald said: "Let us welcome young John. R.R. Tolkien.”