Chapter 438 Grindelwald's Descendants?

In the past, Vader had also thought about whether Muggle weapons could directly kill wizards like Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald.

No matter how strong a wizard is, he has weaknesses in attacking high and defending low.

For example, Professor McGonagall is a powerful magician and proficient in transforming techniques. Later, he became the principal of Hogwarts, but he was almost sent away because he was hit by four coma spells.

No matter how powerful the three of them were, they all died in the life-seeking curse.

Voldemort, in particular, died twice—and both times in the bounced, his own release of life-seeking curse.

According to Vader's idea, the high-intensity coverage shooting of modern weapons forced the target to be unable to move with a calm mind, which would have a great possibility of killing such a wizard standing at the top of the pyramid.

But he didn't expect that the first time he saw the imagined firepower coverage was from Grindelwald.

The walls were razed to the ground, and the beautiful and tall buildings were blown into ruins. The dense figures that had previously felt were quickly disappearing in the flames and explosions. Even two tanks and a missile launcher that had been hiding behind the building were destroyed. Now.

Countless lives melted quickly like dew under the scorching sun, but perhaps because they did not see the corpse and blood directly, Vader did not think this scene was bloody and cruel, but only felt as spectacular as dazzling.

What is the difference between this and the fire of a small drone group?

He didn't know if anyone else could survive this level of attack - unless he had already hidden in a solid basement in advance.

When Vader heard Grindelwald's words about Muggle weapons, he was silent for a while, but still couldn't help asking curiously: "Did so many paper planes... have they started preparing for a long time?"

This is not simply a break. Paper planes can carry heavy objects far beyond natural buoyancy, and some can flexibly dodge bullets, so they must have used alchemy technology.

Even if it is very simple, it is not something that everyone can master.

If this scene was "Ten years of raising a sword, shocking the sky", it would be fine - there are only so many alchemy apprentices who can do coolies in the Wucui Party. It will take them a long time to make these planes, and they are all Disposable consumables do not have the possibility of recycling.

But Grindelwald had a light smile on his lips and asked, "Vader, what would he do if Muggles were going to mass produce the exact same thing?"

Vader hesitated for a moment and said, "Assembled line operation?"

This is how the Aslan Magic Workshop adopts, which enables them to produce enough products each time to quickly occupy the market. When new products are released, they are always promoted to wizards all over the world.

Grindelwald nodded and said, "The same is true for us. These cute little guys don't take as much time as you think."

——What is the assembly line operation?

Delane thought to herself, but did not ask, but just secretly wrote down the word and prepared to check the information after going back.

He is a very typical pure blood family. Although he has always hoped that wizards can rule Muggles, he is disdainful to truly understand another group.

But at this time, seeing that the people he admired learned about Muggle knowledge and seeing that the paper plane that was originally used for messaging could create such a terrible picture after being equipped with Muggle weapons, he finally quietly turned his back on his own view.

Grindelwald suddenly laughed and said, "It seems that those mice can't hide them at all... Gent, go and deal with them!"

After the paper plane was consumed, those who had been hiding before finally emerged - black vehicles drove out from the ground, roaring and trying to surround the wizard from both sides, cylindrical muzzles extended from the side of the vehicle body, making a vague buzzing sound .

Drain's eyes became very sharp in an instant. He pressed his left ear to give orders. In the blink of an eye, the phantom moved to the front, facing the steel giant beasts, and raised his wand.

Vader discovered that almost everyone in the Wuci Party was equipped with communication peas, and they quickly separated and found the corresponding target.

"Bang!"

The muzzle on the car made a loud noise, and a large amount of gold powder was sprayed out, shining under the reflection of the flames.

The Chivangis bells on the wizards emitted a shimmer and shook gently.

Vader was watching the game when he suddenly heard someone beside him ask, "Have you learned how to protect the fire shield?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Grindelwald.

Although I had long guessed the reason why the magic book could appear on the bookshelf, Grindelwald's inquiry was beyond Vader's expectations.

He was silent for a moment, but finally chose to seize this opportunity and said, "...In fact, there are still a few things I don't quite understand."

"Well, let's talk?" Grindelwald said in a calm tone.

In the battlefield not far away, the golden pink seemed to have turned into a small tornado, constantly drilling into the bells hanging around the waists of many wizards.

Except for the very few unlucky guys who accidentally sucked the gold powder into the ground and fell to the ground, most of them were not affected at all, and they threw spells while walking towards the enemy.

——It’s not that the wizards don’t want to run, but that this kind of quick walking can better ensure the accuracy of the spell.

Some vehicles were overturned by rapidly expanding stones, some cars were trapped in a swamp that suddenly appeared in a gallop, and some drivers were suddenly controlled by confusion and drove their heads to other vehicles.

Vader retracted his attention to the situation and asked, "Apart from the patron saint spell, I have never seen this spell that can independently distinguish between enemies and me before... It is a protection and a devil flame that can bring death."

"But what determines how to distinguish is the idea of ​​the moment of casting a curse? Is this idea determined after comprehensive consideration, or is it a subconscious idea?"

Grindelwald smiled and said, "If we follow the subconscious that we don't understand, then after the spell, there may be only a few people left by my side."

He stared without emotion at some clumsy wizards who swung their arms greatly and roared spells to release their magic, and said lightly:

"You have learned brain closure, but you have only learned closure, and haven't learned how to create the illusion of memory."

"Just clear away the distractions and leave the clearest thought in your mind, and that's where your flame is going to burn."

Vader was stunned, then realized something, his eyes twitched slightly, and he held back and did not complain.

——How do you know that I learned brain closure?

——So, you old man, tried to take my soul into me while I was not paying attention?

While glad that he had learned brain closure early and had to clear his mind every night before going to bed, he once again clearly realized the difference between Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

This dark wizard is so strong that it seems that he does not have the awareness of "bullying children immoral".

After pausing, Vader skipped the question and asked again: "The fire shield protector is like Li Huo. It is all very difficult to control black magic, right? It is even more difficult."

"After casting the spell, even if the magic power is not used to maintain the spell, the flames will swallow the people around you to strengthen their own power... So once you lose control, it will definitely cause huge casualties."

"How can you fully control or restrain it?"

Grindelwald looked at him with a smile and said, "It's okay to control it... Do you still want to learn how to restrain my flame?"

Vader's eyes drifted for a moment, a little embarrassed, but he still asked with a shameless face: "...Can you learn? If you can't, forget it."

"Since you need to teach, you naturally have to teach a whole set," said Grindelwald. "The secret to mastering is courage and determination - you cannot be afraid of your own flames, nor can you be shaken."

"Even if you see your once trusted comrades turned into ashes in the fire, you must always believe that it is not you who is wrong, nor your spell. Since you have made a decision, then the guys who are burned by the flames are all Enemies, that's all."

Vader looked at Grindelwald's cold side face and couldn't help but think that he had experienced that kind of time himself, right?

When I watched the familiar person walk into his flames confidently, scream, beg for mercy, and die, I realized that the other party was not his companion.

In the distance, Dryan broke several bottles, and the green smoke with an unknown breath exploded like a rapidly expanding cloud, covering the entire car.

The people inside rushed out wailingly, their skin eroded quickly and their bodies were covered with blisters. They scratched their faces desperately with their hands, and lost their breath after a while.

Dryan, who looks like an elite warrior, is actually a potion master.

Several cars flew up under the control of the floating curse, then fell heavily, and then suddenly became fragmented, revealing the soldiers who were stunned inside.

The people who rushed out in the vehicle finally found that the steel and iron bones did not provide them with protection, but instead became the enemy's helpers to massacre them, and rushed out of the car one after another.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Bang bang bang..."

Amid the scattered gunshots, several witch parties suddenly fell down.

The soldiers who fired the gun showed an incredible look - why did the missiles and machine guns not work before, but the less powerful bullets killed the enemy?

Then they immediately realized that not every wizard is as strong as a monster! That kind of trick to resist bullets is not so effective when the wizards disperse!

More muzzles spew flames.

But the wailing and sacrifice obviously did not disturb Grindelwald's interest in teaching. He watched his own death coldly, and watched the non-dead people grow rapidly under tremendous pressure.

He is the leader of the Wucui Party, but he is not their nanny. He has no interest in using his aging and tired body as a city wall to protect the Wucui Party like babies.

He did not think about what Vader was thinking, but continued:

"When you doubt and resent magic, magic will also betray you - this is true for any magic, but the backlash of the fire shield protection will be even more cruel."

"As for how to restrain yourself... there is actually only one way..."

The surrounding environment was very noisy, and Grindelwald lowered his voice at this moment, and Vader subconsciously approached a little so that he could hear it more clearly.

...

On the hillside, if it weren't for the baby's body, Voldemort suspected that he might have jumped up several times in surprise.

Fortunately, every time he was about to do this, his soft bones forced him to interrupt his thoughts, and his motionless posture seemed very calm and steady.

The little Barty Crouch next to him was different. He was sweating all over the body, his face became paler, and his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

Looking at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, he unconsciously put himself in the attacked side, and then every time he found it difficult to survive in such a meat grinder-like place.

The initial rain of bullets may turn people into sieves... Isn't paper airplanes a gadget purchased by the Ministry of Magic? How could it be so powerful... Why is it not over yet? How many paper planes do they have?

What are those gold powders... Muggles look full of confidence, but they have no effect...

If someone behind him fired a cold shot at him when protecting his master, and blocked one shot and another shot, how many times could he deal with it?

The reason why the wizards of the Wucui Party did not have large-scale casualties is because they are surrounded by companions, who can guard each other's eyes from each other's eyes, and the effect of the spell is also one plus one greater than two.

However, in the past, Barty Crouch Jr. actually had no good friends no matter where he was because of his personal position and his father's identity.

He used to think nothing was wrong, because the Voldemort he admired had proved that as long as he was strong enough, he would not need friends and everyone would bow their heads.

But now it seems that when it is not that powerful, it is actually very important to have a comrade in the army, especially when facing Muggles' powerful and sinister weapons...

"Barty." Voldemort suddenly said.

"Owner?"

"Look at that person, the one standing next to Grindelwald."

Baby Voldemort pointed at the wand and said.

Barty Crouch Jr. quickly found the person he said - Grindelwald did not wear a hood, and his gray hair was very conspicuous among the many dark wizards.

The man was not tall, but he was very close to Grindelwald, and the position between the two seemed very close.

And he never took action from beginning to end. This was obviously impossible because his status was higher than Grindelwald. It was possible that his magical ability was not that powerful, so he was protected.

"It seems that he should be a descendant that Grindelwald values." Barty Crouch Jr. guessed: "He is not tall... maybe not too old."

"Well, write it down." Voldemort said: "If we want to deal with the Witch Party in the future, this may be a breakthrough point."

"yes."

Batty Crouch responded and looked at the figure in the cloak.

Although I can't see clearly, if I meet the Wucui Party again in the future and see a young wizard of about the same height being highly valued, I can probably confirm his identity.

If Grindelwald wanted his descendants to be the heirs, it would never be possible to hide people all the time...

...

On the battlefield, Vader, who was so comfortable that he had not even released a spell, suddenly clenched his fists, his expression tense instantly, and his scalp was about to explode.

After asking several main questions, Grindelwald suddenly pressed his shoulder and asked, "Vader, are you going to escape today?"