Chapter 516 Monsoon

"Horcrux really affects the brain," Tom said with lingering fear. "It's a shame that I didn't have any good learning channels when I was interested in Horcruxes. Otherwise, I'm afraid I've become a fool now. Divide into how many pieces?"

Tom held the broom box and walked quickly on the streets of London with Nelson. The two walked towards Diagon Alley, planning to stop by Martha's tailor shop.

"Seven dollars." Nelson gave the answer without any hesitation, "Fifty."

"I think it's also seven... After all, seven is a magical number. Even my socks have seven colors to distinguish which pair to wear on a particular day," Tom wrung his fingers, playing with the well-fed little snake on his little finger, Unknowingly exposed some of his strange habits, but he quickly reacted, looked at Nelson, and asked curiously, "What is fifty?"

Nelson said nothing, and suddenly drew his wand as the two of them turned into a short alley.

"What are you doing?"

Tom turned his head to look at Nelson in doubt, and saw that Nelson's wand had already hit his face. Under the influence of the transfiguration, the muscles of his face and the coat on his body were twisted and changed. Tom's mouth grew bigger and bigger. Under his gaze, Nelson's facial features became flattened, and his hair slowly retracted to the scalp, turning into a smooth and big bald head in a black robe, gray complexion, and blue blood vessels protruding from under the skin.

Importantly, no nose.

"Fifty is an IQ."

Nelson opened his arms, with his left hand forward as an invitation, and his right hand held the wand above his head. Under Tom's horrified eyes, he made a voice that Tom would never forget in his life:

"Hey hey hey! Harry Potter... is dead!"

Tom immediately understood what Nelson had become. His expression became distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye. He turned his head to see if there was anyone in the alley, and pulled out his wand.

After a while, the two walked out of the alley normally. Nelson held his twitching arms, as if he had just been hit by a demon wind in the alley.

Not far further was Martha's tailor shop. The two stopped at the intersection. The shop was still open, and there were some imperceptible protections at the door. Nelson's heart finally sank.

"Actually, you don't have to worry," Tom comforted, "I feel that your small balls are enough to defend against any attack, at least they can keep Martha safe."

"But she can't live forever on those balls stuffed under the floor." Nelson shook his head, feeling the breeze blowing on his face, and said, "It's time to order two seasonal clothes, the monsoon is here."

"Don't lie to me, there is no monsoon in England."

...

The monsoon can always bring people reverie about the same scenery in different seasons, but for the boundary that even the monsoon cannot shake, this kind of expectation can only turn into year after year. In a country like Poland, even if it is affected by Although the influence of the humid air of the Baltic Sea is not affected, the calmness brought by the continental climate always turns the wind and rain into small waves dotted on the invariable.

Especially after the completion of this huge circular building called "Centre", the invariance here is almost written down in the bones. Even though the Allied forces won the war, Poland, as a slave country, still maintained its same status as before. The mode of operation, and this rigidity has become particularly evident in Krakow, which is located in the geographical center of Europe. The vast area radiated by the central area remains exactly the same as it was when it was built a few years ago, with heavily guarded blockades and no one inhabited. The vast wasteland, and all kinds of strange people walking around the center, from time to time, covered goods are transported here through the blockade, but there are no empty cars.

It seems that this is a silent and huge mouth of an abyss disguised as a cave, and it seems that this is a nail nailed in time, which freezes everything.

"Krell was arrested. It's a whole new world now. I've seen a lot of active faces or young people recently. I'm really busy."

On the second floor of the center, a wooden door marked "202" was kicked open by Andre, who was holding two cups of coffee. He held a report under his chin, and walked towards Zwei who was waiting for him on the sofa. grid.

Zweig was wearing a loose uniform that did not match his image, he looked like a savage who had just come into contact with civilized society, he waved his magic wand, and the document that Andre was holding flew to him with a "whoosh" sound. hands.

"You are still caring and know how to love the elderly." Andre squeezed out a rare warm smile on his old face full of scars, put two cups on the coffee table, picked one of them with ice cubes floating on it, and poured out the other cup He pushed towards Zweig steaming, "If that kid Nelson is here, I will definitely let me walk over tremblingly."

"Who is Krell?" Zweig didn't respond to his nagging, casually flipping through the report exuding the smell of brand new ink in his hand, frowning and stretching out a hand to hold Andre's hand holding the coffee , moved the cup of iced coffee in front of him, "Drink something that won't hurt your stomach when you're old."

"Why have you become so obsessed since you came back from the east? Even the recipes have become weird. It feels like you have an extra grandma out of thin air who forces you to eat those tasteless lotus whites every day," Andre said. Breaking away Zweig's hand, "I added milk to your glass. You know, I'm lactose intolerant. Seventeen years ago, I almost ruined a big deal because of it."

"You just drank spoiled yogurt that time," Zweig shook his head, took advantage of Andre's inattention when he picked up the cup, and adjusted the coffee in the two cups one by one, and Andre sipped it down, He was fooled, but it was already a done deal, Zweig sipped his iced coffee, with a bitter expression on his face from time to time, looked at the report in his hand suspiciously, raised his head and asked, "This Thilo Krell Who is it? Why is his file hanging under my tower? Why don't I know it myself?"

"You forgot?" Andre shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your memory is not as good as that of an old man like me. When we were not very formal before, weren't you in charge of logistics? He was in your hands at the time. Underneath, he saved many lives by relying on his magic potion skills."

"I remember," Zweig had a cold light in his eyes, and even the tattoo on his head was a little hot, "Is it the villain who secretly used human life to make medicine? Is he still alive? You stayed here? And arranged so many secret missions? Is this just funding him to do evil?"

Zweig expressed his anger with a series of questions, and the report in his hand became crumpled because of his clenched hands.

"Hey, to be honest, if a warrior who has been paralyzed by a curse can stand up again, who cares whether the potion is made from dragon's blood or human blood? At least the result is good. It was also a sacrifice they made for a greater good... Didn't you drive him away afterwards? Our decision was just a stopgap measure. After all, this guy is useful. I know you don't like this kind of thing, and you specifically avoided it You," Andrei sighed with a vicissitudes of life on his face, "the poor play the game of fighting for their lives, and the rich play the game of fighting for the rich. At that time, how could we have the opportunity to endure those ten days and a half months? Get a bottle of potion?"

"If a wizard has to consume life to save people, but it's not his own, how is it different from killing people?"

"You are no longer in Ifrmonee or Goblin Academy," Andre said with a wry smile, "I know you have always felt that you are out of tune with us, but I still want to remind you that you have long been a black wizard who everyone shouted gone."

"I hope you didn't come to quarrel with me this time," Zweig raised his head and stared at Andre with dissatisfaction. He didn't continue until a conceded smile appeared on Andre's face, "So you are here Is Prussia's plan in vain? Let me tell you, you can ignore these things and let it become a garbage dump that attracts garbage. When we have almost infiltrated the governments of the world, this place can be directly destroyed and a world will be built to the biggest prison."

"It's a great idea. I suggest using your construction team and finding Nelson as a supervisor. You two can eat at both ends." Andre said with a smile, "I'm here this time mainly to ask you to visit Barry again."

"Has his condition deteriorated again?"

"You know, Barry hasn't been able to get out of bed since he came back from Paris, and you went to see him before," Andre pursed his lips with an ugly expression, "White put down everything and took care of him by the bedside, we There is a shortage of manpower, so Lord Grindelwald has to leave more things to other people, especially those American German and French wizards who defected to him a few years ago. These people are opportunistic, Newmont Gad has already had many different voices, and I am also a little worried..."

"How's Barry?" Zweig interrupted him, not interested in anything Andre had to say.

"Barry has a restless temper. In addition, this kid is as lonely and simple as you. He reads the report every day and is worried that those ambitious people will cause trouble, so he begs Lord Grindelwald to let him do something." Andre pursed his lips even tighter. He shook his head and said, "Master Grindelwald has been studying the magic he found in Nurmengard five or six years ago, those strange things about death and souls. Black magic, he spent a few days with Barry and finally found a way."

Andre's lips trembled, obviously seeing something incredible.

"What method? Tell me quickly?" Zweig asked.

"Moranran is crazily eroding his body, magic power and soul. There are many ways to solve the first two, nothing more than blood transfusion to repair, but his soul has long been so fragile that it is almost eaten away," Andrei said. Shaking, swallowed hard, and said, "I don't know where Lord Grindelwald learned or how he developed that terrible magic. He uses some kind of powerful black magic to attack He squeezed Barry's soul, and stuffed him into a cloud of green mist like a toy. Then he found the young man under Nelson who was playing with penguins in Antarctica, and put Barry's body together with the silent ice inside. seal up."

Zweig frowned, and the office suddenly fell silent. After an unknown period of time, the ice cubes in the coffee cup in front of him had completely melted. He sighed and said, "This can be used as an expedient measure. Is it a little too hasty?"

"That's why I asked you to take a look. You have been going to the East non-stop since you came back from Paris. I have been very anxious recently," Andre spread his hands, "Especially yesterday, there was a big incident in Prussia, someone kidnapped The leader of the rogue gang is gone, the organization that Krell was staying in, Lord Grindelwald said it was Nelson's handwriting, and he let Barry go there under Barry's pleading."

"***!" Zweig slammed the coffee table vigorously, and the two coffee cups on the table suddenly fell over, spilling the coffee all over the floor, and he cursed, "This is nonsense! What can Barry do? Isn't he Is it frozen?"

"It is said to be the spell of the ancient Haierbo to enslave souls. Lord Grindelwald also protected Barry. He used the information sent by Krell to package Barry and let him replace the leader of the rogue gang." Ender Lie buried his face in his hands, "I don't understand the principle, but I think if it's Hai Erbo, all of these should work, saving people with the magic of killing and enslaving is something that only Lord Grindelwald can do , this is already the best solution he can think of, and Barry can't afford it any longer."

"This... this is simply!" Zweig expressed his incomprehension, "too...too—"

"It's unbelievable, isn't it?"

Zweig did not speak, and the office fell into silence again. The sun slowly moved in the sky behind him, and the coffee on the coffee table and the ground slowly solidified, and finally turned into an ugly pool of stains.

"I remember Lord Grindelwald once mentioned that Nelson may reach a height unimaginable by all wizards in the past and present in terms of soul. Why don't you ask him to have a look?"

"I dare not," Andre shook his head with a wry smile, "You may not know that Armando Dippet died. After going crazy, he took a sip of the medicine from the Highland Hero Village and went to find Nelson's troubles, I don't know how Nelson beat the experienced Dippet, but anyway, he died, died after being defeated by Nelson, he sent some relics of Dippet in mayflies, but I put They intercepted, how dare I tell Barry? He can't take this kind of blow, let alone let Nelson come over, and then tell Barry himself that he killed his grandpa? Are you confused?"

"I'll go back with you later, I'm going to prepare something," Zweig sighed, and stood up, but his eyes went dark when he stood up suddenly, his body shook, and he fell back on the sofa. He held his forehead, feeling dry and bitter in his mouth, "Your coffee is too bitter."

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