The Last Goodbye

much harder.But we still have to do the right thing, not just the most effective thing, right? ’ He paused for a moment, then continued, ‘That’s why I want to share with you the world I see.I will not force you to believe anything.You should think for yourselves.As for me, I do firmly believe that we and Muggles are a different species, but that's just my opinion, maybe just my prejudice.It is natural for you to disagree.It's more gratifying that you don't follow blindly. "

He looked down at the weapon in his hand, and stroked the wood grain on the wand with his slender fingers, "Someone once said to me——My thinking is too extreme. But why do I think so? Because a scene like today's I've seen so many, so many that I can't count them, so many that I started to think—why are Muggles so crazy? I've never seen wizards slaughter their own kind, or even aliens, on such a brutal scale, on such a large scale , even women and children. But in the Muggle world, this kind of thing is not uncommon. They put the heads of their own kind on bayonets, and they can remove more heads in a day than anyone else. They Burning, killing, and looting when passing through a village or town of a hostile ethnic group, children in their teens and teens are actually reporting these things in the newspapers, and they are not ashamed at all."

"If we are the same species, why do they behave so cruelly? Is it because they don't have magic? Is it because they have to use it to create more living space?" He suddenly changed the subject, "Of course , maybe all of this is just my prejudice. I can also see their beauty. Their technology, art, exquisite philosophy and complex social structure. They don't have magic, but they have imagination and creativity far superior to magic. Their speed of innovation is astounding, and they can change the world with a small invention."

"Have you ever heard of gunpowder? It is a technology from the distant and mysterious East. Just a tiny bit of it can make the most splendid fireworks bloom in the night sky. It is simply magic. It is really magic." He said He paused again, as if reminiscing about the beautiful scene, "Aren't they without magic? You may ask. But they used their wisdom to create mathematics, physics, and chemistry. They don't have Luminosity, but they can use dams to generate electricity. They They don’t have broomsticks, but they can use oil to drive cars. They use air currents, magnetic fields, electric waves, molds to create vaccines against plagues, and use credit to accumulate capital to move the world. They often say this—give me a fulcrum, and I can lift This planet—interesting, isn't it? They don't need magic at all, they just need a fulcrum."

"What you see today, the bomb craters all over the town, the shrapnel on the wounded soldiers, the sour smell of sulfur in the air, that's their work too. They didn't just create fireworks out of gunpowder, they created weapons out of it, war, massacre."

"You just saw those people called Jews. This is a nation in the Muggle world. This nation has produced many thinkers, scientists, philosophers, and artists. Have you heard of Jesus? Jesus was a Jew. Einstein , Freud, are all Jews. The Jewish nation is a very intelligent, very pious, and very cohesive nation, although it is not numerically dominant—is it a bit like us?"

"The Jewish people didn't do anything heinous, but they were persecuted so inhumanely by other Muggles. Why?" He spread his hands, "Because of practical reasons—they are small in number, and they believe in another religion— —Yes, they will be persecuted, not because they are evil, but because they can be persecuted. They are a minority. Why don't they hide? You may ask. Why don't they abscond to other countries?"

His smile is more gentle, and his magnetic and deep voice is persuasive and seductive.

"Because, my children, escaping—doesn't solve the problem. They can choose to escape, change their faces, hide their names, and even help their enemies slaughter their own people to show their sincerity. But if it were you, would you What to do? Would a man of real backbone do that? Look around you. If one day, Muggle guns were pointed at you, asking you to pick up your wand and cast the Killing Curse on your classmates, would you Bow your head? Maybe you would. But what if a Muggle asked you to murder your parents? Would you do it? What about your children? Would you do it? Why don't you run away? It's easier to run away. Why don't you give in, don't compromise, Don't pretend to be one of the enemies? Because when you grow old, die, and leave this world, you'll know that you haven't really lived. Your faith is crumbled, your soul is restless, and you've got to live your whole life In lies and disguises, you can't face the real yourself. Your children will live in that false world, and they don't even know the real you. And, you can't always escape. If you can't escape Now, what if you were found out? How many people have you known and heard stories about, maybe just unarmed children, little wizards, who accidentally showed their magic in front of Muggles and died? Insulted, bullied, even persecuted, killed. You can choose to hide, you can choose to lock your children at home, but if your enemies take over your world, where can you escape? If you see Muggles insulting your fellow man, you will be silent for the protection of the law? What about the children who are born in Muggle families? What about the children with Muggle parents? When your Muggle relatives ask you, can you try Do you want to be a wizard? How do you answer? Do you want to live forever in a glass bottle built by the Oblivion Curse? You are willing to live in this fragile glass bottle for the rest of your life, praying that your enemies will never find you ? Not to find you? But you underestimate them. Your enemy is the night, always coming, every day, maybe the next moment—for he lives in the same world as you."

He sighed lightly.

"We can retreat today, and we can retreat tomorrow, but in the whole world, there is no king. When the day comes, where can we retreat and how can we stand?"

"Of course I can see the beauty of Muggles. But who said that beautiful things can't have the power of terror? Who said that beautiful things can't have the power of destruction? Who said that beautiful things can't be scary?"

He put away his wand, put his hands casually in his pockets, and once again stopped on the edge of the silver ring.

In the dim light of the sky, the dark wizard's skin looked bloodless, and his brilliant blond hair was covered with the ashes of his bones.But there was a strange beauty about him.Black magic seems to be able to pass through the barrier of the white wizard, exuding an intoxicating fragrance like poppies.The eyes of different colors slowly swept across the crowd, as if quenched with a strong love potion, it only takes a moment to capture anyone's heart.

This terrifying man, this evil demon king, this radical revolutionary, stands on a piece of scorched earth, but he is like the stars and the moon, and his spirit is flying.

Grindelwald bowed gracefully to his audience, "I know this school, this game, is just a trap, an elaborate trap designed to catch me. But I must come, because I am coming to see You. I am coming to meet the best students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. I am coming to meet you, because you are the future of Europe and the hope of the wizarding world. Someday, The world will be bathed in your glory - so I'm going to give you the responsibility to carry it and move it forward. That way, even if I lose today, I have nothing to regret. Now then," he stretched his arms , raised slightly upwards, "You are free."

The rain stopped.

The ambling prisoner disappeared.Wisps of pale golden light shot down from the sky, pierced through the leaden dark clouds, and fell on the German wizard.He just stood there quietly, but it seemed that brilliant magic burst out from every pore.His voice, his words, deep eyes, romantic thoughts, all so fascinating.

He is indeed the demagogic Odile, and everyone knows that he is not Odette.But who cares?He is much more beautiful and powerful than the white swan, and his charm stems from his boundless evil.He was conceived from the deepest night, condensed by the most charming magic, wrapped your heart with poisoned wings, and suffocated you with his devout belief.

Odile's appearance is that of a beautiful black swan.

He was a pirate-like conqueror at heart.

He doesn't trample you with iron hooves, doesn't lock you up with shackles, and doesn't restrain you with morality. He is the devil who incites you to be violent, and the liberator of your ambitions.He sows the seeds of evil in your mind and builds his kingdom from there.

You can stroke his long satanic tail and kiss his pointed Loki-like horns.Even his evil is his beauty, if he wants to take your heart, you will obey.You can't help falling on your knees before him, willingly crawling at his feet, kissing his skirts, vying for his favor - Odile will never fail.

Because he lives in your heart.

Invades you from the softest place.

Lie in your ear and sigh softly, let me set you free, let me set you free...

let me set you free.

The surrounding scenery disappeared, and they returned to the castle made of ice and snow.The beauty here is unreal, like a fairy tale that will be destroyed one day.The crystal chandeliers hanging high above jingled and danced