The Last Goodbye

Group of walking zombies.

"and many more!!!"

A roar suddenly erupted from the crowd, and the surrounding students reflexively jumped away. "Wait, sir! sir! Please let my son go--please my son! He...he's seventeen and he can work! He's strong! Please don't send him in! Don't Send him in, please..." They saw the yelling man.She was kneeling on the small space they set aside, she was so thin that she was disfigured.The blue and white prison uniform wrapped her skeleton, making it hard to imagine that there was so much strength in this broken body.The woman was crawling on the scorched ground, holding a boy's trousers tightly with firewood-like hands. "Mom... Mom..." The boy tried to pull her up, but he was too small.

He is definitely not 17 years old.

"Isaac, Isaac, look at me..." The woman refused to say anything, she grabbed the boy's pants tightly, and stared at him with brown eyes protruding from her sockets, "Tell them you are 17 years old! Got it What! Mom can’t be with you anymore, Mom loves you, you have to say..." But a roar from a distance interrupted her—"What are you dawdling about!!" A man came over.The gray nylon military uniform stretched over him, the belt that slung across his right shoulder had a shiny silver buckle, and his armbands were the brightest red in the entire camp.

The soldier is very handsome, blond and blue-eyed, and has a strong foot.

"Get up, Jewish rat!" He walked up to the woman and the child, looking down at them, "Your time is up, go to hell and bid farewell." The man swung his army stick at the stalled line next to him, " Keep going!!"

"Sir, sir..." The woman reached out to touch the soldier's shoe, but was kicked away by the soldier.Immediately after, contrary to everyone's expectations, the army stick was swung down suddenly—a loud cracking sound of bones breaking!

Abraxas heard the screams of his classmates!

The woman's arm was actually broken!She screamed in pain and curled up on the ground like a crumpled rag. "Sir...please...please..." The woman was still sobbing, "my son, my..." But the other party didn't listen to her at all, and swung the army stick again—the little boy suddenly He jumped on the mother - but the soldier didn't stop, and the army club hit the boy's head with a bang! "...No... Isaac! No!" "Mom—! Please don't hit me! Mom!" But the soldier didn't respond.The cudgel was swung down again and again until there was a—

puff!The broken bone pierced the woman's back, and blood spurted out, staining the man's military uniform.

"Tsk!" The soldier stopped angrily, and turned his head to look at the slowly advancing prisoner line, "You two come out! Drag them back!" The two prisoners who were targeted walked over tremblingly At a loss, he looked at the woman who had collapsed on the ground and was no longer human, and the child who was beaten unconscious. "Sir...sir..." One of them spoke, his voice was very hoarse, and it sounded like he hadn't had a drop of water for many days, "Sir, she...she died...this child, please do me a favor... "

"Then just drag it and burn it." The soldier said impatiently, "Don't dawdle."

The two prisoners said nothing more.The stronger one picked up the woman's skeleton tremblingly, but he could hardly take a step before falling down.A smile suddenly appeared on the soldier's face, "Who can resist them going to the incinerator," he turned to the row of prisoners who were slowly moving forward, "then they can go directly back to the camp." The walking crowd stopped again, The fire of survival flickered in both desperate eyes, like the light in the eyes of hungry wolves in the dark night.Many people raised their hands tremblingly.They all stared at the soldier, wishing that the other party would choose him now. "You." The soldier raised his chin at a tall man, then kicked the prisoner who was struggling to pick up the woman's skeleton with the tip of his shoe, "Go back, it's nothing to do with you."

"Sir... long..." The prisoner was still working hard, carrying the woman on his back with all his might.He was trembling all over, with blue veins protruding from his forehead, "Please, please...let me go." The soldier tilted his head casually, as if acquiescing.The tall man in the team had already come out, but when he saw this scene, he stopped in place dumbfounded.His sunken face twitched, his dazed look like a ghost dragged from heaven to hell.

"Sir..." Another prisoner had already held the child in his arms, "He...he's still alive."

"Then you strangle him and burn him." The soldier walked straight to the front of the line without even looking at them.

The long line began to move again.How many people are there?You can't see the end at a glance.Some of them were trembling, some were crying, but more people just walked forward numbly.

How real they are, you can reach out and touch their chapped lips and smooth their trembling hair, because they are real people.They were souls living in the memory of Gellert Grindelwald.The prisoner is still walking forward in silence.The students stood silently in place.

No one screamed anymore.No one complained anymore.

The audience was silent.

Some kind of invisible pressure spread in all directions, making people unable to speak or breathe.

"Where are they going?"

A female voice broke the silence.The students turned their heads as if awakened from a dream, and looked at the person who spoke—it was Beauxbaton's warrior.

Charlotte Malfoy stood barefoot on the ground, high heels in hand.She didn't care that the rain stained her silver dance dress and elegant hair. Grindelwald walked towards her.For a moment, Charlotte seemed to want to back away, but she glanced at the silver ring on the ground and dismissed the idea immediately.

The female warrior raised her chin slightly, not to be outdone, and looked at the dark wizard walking in front of her. Her expression resembled her principal very much.

Grindelwald just looked at her friendly, and said slowly, "They're going to be sent to the gas chamber, then the incinerator, and then..." He raised the tip of his staff lightly, "It will turn into this rain."

"Why didn't you save them?" Charlotte demanded.

"Good question." Grindelwald nodded, with a friendly tone like a professor teaching, "First of all, as you might imagine, I'm an evil dark wizard. I'm not interested in saving lives." The female warrior was slightly taken aback, probably not expecting the other party to be so frank.

Grindelwald carelessly kicked away a small stone - it turned to sand the moment it leaped over the ring.The dark wizard was almost at the edge of the silver ring, and he turned back, as if walking back and forth on a podium. "Secondly," he went on, "if you saw a pack of wolves attacking another pack, would you want to help one of them? I have no reason to get involved in a fight between another species."

another species? Charlotte frowned beautifully.

"You're questioning my point of view..." Grindelwald's piercing eyes flicked across Charlotte and the students behind her, many averting his gaze. "...that's very good." The dark wizard added.

His audience looked a little confused, as if they couldn't keep up with his unique way of thinking. "I have to apologize to many of you, especially the Durmstrang students." Still pacing gracefully, he bowed to the class.More people looked at him puzzled.What did Grindelwald say just now?

Apologize?

"My old friend, your Professor Dumbledore, always emphasizes the cultivation of students' critical thinking skills. Obviously Durmstrang is lacking in this area." He glanced at the Hogwarts vice-headmaster, the other's face There is no special expression. Dumbledore was just listening to him quietly. Grindelwald smiled reassuringly—he seemed to think that was the biggest compliment he could get.

"Perhaps you have heard some rumors. For example, I am a friend of Principal Bergstrm. I advised him to introduce wandless magic courses, take away your wands forcibly, require you to learn jinxes, participate in duels every semester, and allow professors Corporal punishment of students...these are all true. I did all of these. I also admit that these regulations are harsh and cruel." He paused for a moment, and his strange eyes carefully scanned his audience "But I hope you understand that your headmaster and I want to protect you. We want to protect you, so we have to be so strict with you. If one day, Muggles take their weapons and force you to take away your The magic wand threatens your life. We hope that you have enough ability to protect yourself. But I also know that the curriculum here is too rigid, the discipline is too strict, there is no free will, no individualism, everything here is for survival. I and Your principal wants to keep your body free, but deprives you of your freedom of thought, I am really sorry."

Grindelwald stopped again.No one spoke, and everyone looked at him quietly.The black wizard smiled slightly, "Believe me, cultivating reasoning ability and free will is more difficult than teaching magic spells."