After seeing the spikes in Aglaia's barrier, Fatir finally panicked. His back was wet and he raised his arms: "I said, I said..."

Grindelwald retracted his fingers with satisfaction and stood with his hands behind his back.

Fatir's Adam's apple twitched and he narrated in a hoarse tone: "Once upon a time, there was a group of prisoners in a cave. Their hands and feet were tied, and their bodies could not turn around. They could only turn their backs to the entrance of the cave."

Grindelwald nodded, with a hint of intoxication on his expression.

Fatil: "There was a white wall in front of them and a fire burning behind them. On that white wall they saw their own shadows, and since they couldn't see anything else, the prisoners thought the shadows were real things.

......."

At this point, Fatir couldn't continue, but when he saw the barrier behind him, he finally gritted his teeth:

"At last a man broke free from his chains and groped his way out of the cave. He saw the real thing for the first time.

He returned to the cave and tried to explain to the others that the shadows were illusions and to show them the way to the light.

But to the prisoners the man seemed even more stupid than before he escaped, and declared to him that there was nothing in the world but the shadow on the wall."

After telling this story, Fatil was drained of all his strength and stood staggering on the ground.

Grindelwald's eyes gradually changed from nostalgia to regret. He looked at the pale Fatir and said softly: "Professor, after so many years, it's really hard for you to still remember this story."

"You don't have to mock me, Gellert." Fatir said loudly, "I just chose the life I want. If you have a grudge against what happened back then, you can kill me."

"Kill you? I know... you stay away from home for months and months and alienate your wife and daughter. You are just afraid that the day I kill you, they will be sad. However, you made a mistake.

It’s okay, Professor. It’s impossible for me to kill you. If you still think that I am an Avenger, that would be too boring.”

Grindelwald said calmly: "I don't want to take revenge on you at all, I just want to turn you into a person like me."

"Let them go and you can have whatever you want."

Fatil's voice already sounded pleading, "I have already told you the story."

Grindelwald still shook his head, "I have already seen through your truth. Lies and compromises are of no use to me."

"What do you want?"

Grindelwald smiled casually and said: "If you want to prove yourself, then prove it to me."

"How to prove it!?"

"It's simple, kill me."

Grindelwald threw the Elder Wand forward.

In the old castle at night, the black, slender elder's wand drew a parabola in the sky and landed on Fadir's hand.

Fatir caught the wand in a daze, as if he didn't understand this absurd game at all.

Grindelwald calmly raised his palm and said with a smile: "Kill me, or I will kill all your family members."

After speaking, he calmly raised his arm and shook it weakly. Sharp spikes sprouted from the transparent barrier on everyone's body. At this moment, those bound in the barrier began to twist and struggle desperately.

Fatir raised the Elder Wand without hesitation and pointed it at Grindelwald. At this moment, the chill could almost freeze the air.

"Do it, Professor De Laces."

Grindelwald smiled carelessly: "No one is different in this world. A student, a prisoner, or a principal.

All people are the same, essentially the same, selfish, stupid, callous, and cold. They are all prisoners in the cave."

Fadir raised his wand, "Why on earth did you...?"

"There is no reason, I just don't want to be complicit in this dirty world."

Grindelwald tilted his head and said jokingly: "Hurry up and kill me."

...

...

In the clouds dozens of kilometers away, Hoffa flew across the sky, traveling thousands of meters in an instant.

Viewed from a high place, coupled with his vast perception, the entire world unfolded in front of him like a holographic map.

It's just that this holographic map is composed of black and white lines, and countless souls are walking in this world composed of black and white lines.

High in the air, he quickly locked onto Grindelwald's position. At that moment, he felt nearly boundless surging power and the omnipresent aura of death.

At this moment, the God of Death was smiling in the sky. There seemed to be a huge skeleton knight, wearing armor, on a white horse, passing by from the sky, with a playful smile on his face.

That power frightened Hoffa. He knew that it was the top power in the world. People with that power were enough to become the agents of gods in this world.

The huge ominousness hit his heart. He calmed down and looked at it intently.

Although he was dozens of kilometers away, he still saw what happened in the castle. He saw Fadil, who was holding the Deathly Hallows elder wand in his hand, pointing at a person.

Pointing to whom?

Grindelwald?

Hoffa took a careful look.

With just one glance, he was completely stunned.

In the world of real rules composed of black and white lines, Grindelwald's soul and Aglaia's soul are completely opposite.

What Fadir was pointing at with his wand was not Grindelwald at all, but his own daughter, Aglaia. And the real Grindelwald was in the barrier behind him. He was controlling it with the Imperius Curse.

Aglaia, and changed her appearance.

Seeing this clearly, Hoffa was shocked. His heart seemed to be caught by giant claws. He looked up to the sky and let out a sharp cry. His speed increased again and he rushed towards the scene of the incident with all his strength.

At this moment, he clearly felt Grindelwald's madness.

What exactly is he going to do?

...

...

Inside the castle.

Fadir still held his wand straight and pointed it at the man in front of him.

The tip of the elder wand trembled, as if longing for the joy of harvesting life. It also seemed uneasy, uneasy for the coming horror.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the lightning in the distance looked so weak in this dark night.

A gust of wind blew by, and the petals of the roses in the garden rolled all over the ground, rolling and flying under the huge force that was everywhere.

Some petals floated into the room and quickly turned black and withered as they floated between the two men confronting each other.

"Grindelwald" spoke again, he sneered, "What, Mr. Drases, would you rather wait for me to kill your family than kill me?"

Fatil: "What's wrong with you? Can you be normal?"

"If you kill me, maybe you can understand me."

"Grindelwald" raised his hand again casually, and the sharp transparent blades in the barrier continued to grow longer, and blood was already drawn on the faces of several people.

Fatir's palms trembled even more, and cold sweat fell from his face to the ground drop by drop.

Looking at the tip of the wand, "Grindelwald" suddenly shook, as if struggling.

As soon as he shook it, Fadir immediately grasped the elder wand tightly.

After the shaking was over, the man raised his head in the moonlight, "Do you know where this wand came from, Professor?" He whispered hoarsely, "How about I tell you a story too."

"Shut up, Grindelwald."

"Shut up......"

"When I was traveling in Europe, I once met a lonely drunkard. He drank too much and was drunk on the streets of Paris at three o'clock in the morning.

However, when I turned him over, I found that he was Osbatton, the previous generation of Dark Lord, the god of duels, who had never lost in his life."

"Shut up...Gellert."

"In extreme desperation, he held an empty wine bottle and an elder wand in his hands. I took a fancy to the wand, but he begged me to buy him a bottle of wine. I killed him for the wand. He didn't.

Any resistance will just die in obscurity in the gutter."

"That's enough, Gellert Grindelwald!"

"At that moment, I realized that in the face of death, everyone is insignificant."

After saying that, Grindelwald suddenly pressed his palm, and dense spikes penetrated the barrier one by one. Finally, Fadir closed his eyes and flicked his wand:

"Avada Kedavra!!"

Green light bursts from the elder wand's wand.

At this moment, it was like the God of Death raised a huge scythe, and the scythe slashed hard.

Lightning flashed across the high tower as it flew by. Hoffa's eyes suddenly widened in the distance, as fast as the wind, and his body in flight was heavy. He fell from the clouds to the ground, smashing five or six houses in a row, and he stumbled out of the sky.

He climbed up from the ruins and murmured: "This is not true..."

After saying that, his face turned pale, turned into a thunderbird again, and disappeared into the sky again.

...
To be continued...