Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

"Do you think you can easily defeat me? After years of debugging and my careful observation these days, this body is strong enough to compete with you."

"Even if I'm definitely lacking in magic compared to you, I'm definitely not without a chance of winning. Even if I can't kill you, I will take the whole of New York to be buried with me."

"You can never get the complete world from me, so cooperate with me, we can share this planet together, and even explore a wider world."

Looking at the stretched Augustus, "Julius" pretended not to care even though he looked a little embarrassed.

However, his suggestion this time did not receive a response. Augustus still looked at him with that disdainful look. After waving his hands indifferently, he took out his elder wand.

Performed a very standard dueling etiquette to "Julius", then watched him lightly waved his wand, and said softly.

"Absolutely imprisoned!!!"

Accompanied by the spell, a powerful and invisible force field immediately trapped "Julius" in midair. The power of that force field was so powerful that it seemed to completely cut off the air and all tactile sensations.

"Julius" who was trapped in it clearly had a feeling of suffocation like drowning, but he couldn't touch any substance with actual feedback.

He tried to use his own magic power to resist the confinement around him, but unfortunately, every time he released the magic power from his body, the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious.

It seems that the magic power he released not only failed to break the surrounding confinement, but instead strengthened the strength of the surrounding force field.

"You don't need to struggle any more. With the magic knowledge you have now, it is impossible to break this magic."

Augustus looked at "Julius" who was imprisoned in mid-air, and said calmly and indifferently.

"The magic knowledge used here is very ingenious. If you want to learn, you can apply for Yale University's occult science major."

"We have conducted a joint school with Yale University, and carried out modern pedagogical reforms for ancient magic and modern magic. A smart person like you will definitely be able to achieve extraordinary achievements in that environment."

"Maybe you can become the first Doctor of Magic with full Muggle blood."

Facing Augustus' explanation, "Julius" still seemed a little unwilling, and he continued to try his best, even though the feeling of suffocation had caused some reactions in his body.

The suffocated flushed face and the purple phenomenon of limbs and fingers all indicated that the person in front of him was about to die completely due to lack of oxygen.

But just like a drowning person would struggle frantically, "Julius" also began to struggle frantically. This struggle lasted for about 1 minute, after confirming that all methods had no effect.

Trapped in that invisible position, "Julius" took out a small watch-like device from his ill-fitting overcoat with difficulty, and shouted loudly at the same time.

"I know you can hear my voice, don't you think that in this more than a month, I chose my final location here just to have these meaningless nonsense with you?"

"I have buried all kinds of explosives around you, including that ancient machine. Have you ever thought about what I use to provide him with energy?"

"If you have carefully checked the documents of the White House, you will definitely find that two months ago, a batch of nuclear waste from naval ships mysteriously disappeared during transportation."

Having said that, even though he might suffocate to death at any time, this "Julius" still stopped his speech and looked at Augustus with delicate eyes.

He wanted to see a trace of panic or other emotions on this person's face, but what greeted him was still calm and confident.

Seeing that Augustus took out a document out of thin air, it contained a report produced by the Nuclear Energy Research Department of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, which was full of dense calculation formulas.

Finally, at the bottom of the entire report, it is clearly written in English.

"According to the calculation, the maximum explosive equivalent should be 2 to 3.25 tons of tnt equivalent!"

After showing this report, Augustus said confidently.

"This kind of explosive equivalent will destroy the entire Queens block and all buildings with a diameter of about 10 kilometers. This is undoubtedly a huge disaster for New York."

"This is an unacceptable result for everyone, but if someone has a way, the scope of damage will only be limited to Queen Street."

"This time it seems to have become an acceptable result again. People will mourn for these innocent victims, and Congress will lower the flag at half-staff, but more people will lament the powerful and well-controlled rescue."

"Then the person who caused this disaster will be you. You have hurt tens of thousands of innocent people, and we have done our best to ensure that more people are saved from this misfortune."

"Isn't this your favorite story mode? Evil villains end up eating their own consequences, and righteous warriors fight to the last moment even if they are bruised and bruised."

After listening to Augustus' narration, "Julius" was completely stunned. Through the invisible wall, he stared blankly at the young man who looked so similar to himself in front of him.

In the past half a year, the other party's retreat time and time again made him mistakenly believe that the young man in front of him really has weaknesses.

But now I can be completely sure that the other party has no weaknesses at all, or the only weakness of the other party is my brother, the family member I love deeply.

Facing his fake and shoddy goods, the other party can be so merciless. As for those innocent people who don't know that they have been sentenced to death, they don't even have the right to know their own fate.

"Julius", who had figured it all out, showed a desperate expression for the first time, and a never-before-seen emotion emerged in his brain, "Fear!".

This kind of emotion is so strange, even if I was locked in a mental hospital, even if I endured the unbearable torture of ordinary people every day, I never felt afraid of everything around me.

Because he believes that by virtue of his knowledge and his unique innate talent, he will eventually stand at the pinnacle of the entire human society and ethnic group.

But now facing the young man in front of him, he has nothing to do, whether it is Heinrich Planck, or Dr. Peter, or the so-called Julius Grindelwald now.

There is no room for retaliation at all. If you find it yourself, you are an insect stuck to the spider's web, but the web is big enough to make you mistakenly think that you are still free.

The extremely desperate "Julius" actually rolled the detonator from his hand. He was completely desperate, and he worked hard on a strategy for half a century.

I originally thought that everything I planned with the help of my own strength was just walking on a path pre-designed by others, and even his younger brother might have followed the pre-planned plan in my heart, so he came to my place. side.

Seeing the detonator rolling down from the opponent's hand, Augustus bowed to pick it up very calmly, and then handed it back to the opponent's hand, helping the opponent to hold his hand tightly, and at the same time looked at the strange picture of the opponent. face whispered.

"It's such a time, did you say that it will explode if it doesn't explode? Besides, without the cover of this explosion, how can I accept the group of wizards and human beings that you managed to rectify for me? Reactionary organization. "

"As I said, this is a performance. As the leading actor, you can't stop the performance. All the audience are waiting for our curtain call. We must present the biggest climax to everyone."

"Don't worry, you won't die in this performance, or at least your spirit won't die in this performance. He will linger in this world like a ghost."

"Always warn those who have different ideas, let them understand the necessity of cooperation, and make them more grateful for the peaceful environment they have now."

Having said that, Augustus paused for a moment, and he seemed to be a little bit emotional. He seemed to recall these scenes in his mind, and finally said in a very second-hand manner.

"Come on, my dear villain, let's fire the strongest salute for the birth of the new world!"

Facing Augustus's ridicule or request, "Julius" did not refuse, or could not refuse, he pressed the button on his hand.

After a flash of light approaching the sun, all plots and everything fell into silence.

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