As for how the homeless man got into the building, Su Ming was not interested. Maybe he had an acquaintance, or maybe it was an excuse to use the toilet. In short, after a few minutes, the piercing alarm bell rang throughout the surrounding area.
You can see many No-Majs running out of the building in a panic, and then surrounding the streets looking at the building, as if looking for where the fire started.
There will be no obvious ignition point when burning something in the vent, but the smoke will spread along the pipes everywhere, causing people to choke and flee.
The people from the fire station should have gone to deal with the sewer problem at this time. No obstruction will appear in a short period of time. After expelling these innocent people, the plan should proceed to the next step.
Just as the hot dog was finished, the homeless man ran back sneakily, took the promised reward, and disappeared into the vast sea of people.
"I'm curious, how would you blow up the headquarters of the Magical Congress? There are more protective magics here than the headquarters of the International Quidditch Federation." Grindelwald blinked with a smile that seemed like a successful prank.
"Quidditch Federation?"
"Yes, that is definitely the most heavily guarded place I have ever seen, because the officers there are always worried that someone will steal the brooms and jerseys used by the champions in history." Grindelwald also thought this was a bit funny, but those
Brooms are indeed priceless in the eyes of collectors.
Su Ming shook his head and did not comment on this, but returned to the topic: "Wizards rely on talent to cast spells. To put it bluntly, it is the power of blood. They use thinking to influence reality and use wands as channels. Generally speaking,
Isn’t that right?”
"Yes, but aren't you a wizard?"
Grindelwald was a little curious. He had personally seen Deathstroke changing back and forth, flying into the sky and hiding on the ground.
Escape refers to getting into the sewers. The Dark Lord has never seen anyone so familiar with the sewers of New York...
"I am the Supreme Mage, not a wizard." Su Ming looked at the people in the building who had almost come out. He ordered the strangulation to transform through his mind, changed out of the black shadow vest, and pulled Grindelwald together to stand on the flying carpet: "
But all magic is ultimately the use of energy, and energy doesn't come in just one form."
As he spoke, the cloak supported the two men slowly into the air, and under the horrified gazes of countless No-Majs below, they soared majestically over the heads of the crowd.
Fortunately, this is 1992, there are no such things as mobile phones, no one carries a camera around in this era, and news does not spread very fast.
Naturally, these people had Aurors to brainwash them afterwards. Su Ming didn't need to worry about those things. He put his fist in front of Grindelwald and showed him.
It's just an ordinary hand. Even if it's covered with a black film like a leather sheath, it's still a human hand.
In the puzzled eyes of the other party, Deathstroke aimed his fist at the building across the road. There was no spell or force exertion process. He could only see a strong white light spurting out like a beam of light, and it became more and more intense as it flew.
big.
The speed of light is so fast that in just an instant, with a crisp sound, a large hole with a diameter of tens of meters appeared on the wall of the building, through which the sky behind could be seen.
The steel bars and cement at the incision were completely melted, turning into a deep red magma shape. From time to time, bits and pieces of debris fell, and even the clouds in the sky were punched into a round hole.
The crowd below screamed, pieces of paper and furniture fell on the road like rain, and the remaining parts of the building made a tooth-piercing sound of metal stretching.
They thought the building was going to collapse. After all, no one had ever seen a building that could survive with a large void in the middle, let alone a fire or explosion.
"Huh~" Grindelwald whistled. Even he had never seen such magic before: "It's really extraordinary. If it's not magic? What is it called?"
"Most people call it cosmic energy ray, but I like to call it 'photon crushing fist'." Su Ming put down his hand. This was just right. He probably didn't kill many people except the unlucky ones: "Blow up theirs."
Headquarters, the Aurors should be here soon, and we will see your performance next."
Grindelwald moved his neck and took out the wand from his coat: "Most of the people were led to the west coast by us, and they won't be able to come back in a short time. There are only some civilian staff at the Congress headquarters, but I don't want to kill people now.
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"I don't know who would put a death curse on me when we meet." Su Ming sneered. Grindelwald just meant that he would not kill people when there were bystanders: "Whatever you want, it's best to make them feel that there is no Deng Xiaoping."
Not Bledo."
The Dark Lord nodded, raised his hand and shot the Deathly Hallows symbol into the sky, and then launched an attack on the wizards who escaped from the building.
The other party was not a professional Auror. Many people needed to recite spells when casting spells, but Grindelwald did not. He silently blessed the Iron Armor Curse, and then waved a wand in front of him. Not only did he send out a series of stun spells to knock down an individual,
It also reflects back the disarming spells occasionally shot by the opponent.
After being hit by various colored lights, those people flew out one after another, hit building walls or roadside fire hydrants, and passed out.
Only Chancellor Kohaug, who was fleeing in a panic, still had some strength. The lightning spells cast by the two of them hit each other in the air several times, making crackling sounds.
"Grindelwald!"
The Speaker was almost going crazy. He roared at the Dark Lord with red eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
But Grindelwald, who was standing at the front of the flying carpet and condescending, just glanced at him, raised his hand to pick his ears, and was not even interested in answering.
"Why do you want to come to the United States? Answer me?!" While shouting, the speaker walked forward, ignoring the secretary's obstruction, and continued to shoot magic spells into the sky.
The Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse were all used.
It's a pity that Grindelwald didn't have to deal with it or block it. The cloak stretched out and the corners were lifted casually and the magic was wiped out.
Grindelwald was even more surprised, but he kept his calm expression and pointed his wand at his throat so that the voice could be heard more clearly by the people below:
"It's all for the greater good, that's all."
The speaker fired several more spells, but they were still ineffective. He shook weakly and was supported by the secretary:
"No, I don't believe it...what's the reason?"
Of course Grindelwald has his own goals, but unfortunately it is impossible to tell the enemy that the greater interests can only be used to deceive people. It has been so effective for decades.
You don’t know what the greater good is? That’s because you are short-sighted and can’t see that level, and you deserve it.
The flying carpet spun around in the air. He and the strange shadow man beside him looked like they were about to leave, but they turned their backs to the Speaker below and added:
"Tell Dumbledore for me that there is only one Dark Lord in this wizarding world, and that is me, Grindelwald. I am waiting for him in the United States."
After saying that, the flying carpet turned into a black light and disappeared into the sky instantly.
Kohaug was shaking with anger, and at this time the Aurors who had been elsewhere gradually rushed back. The secretary asked the Speaker what to do?
"What else can we do? Go and clear the memories of the No-Majs! I will report it to the International Federation of Wizards, and then send someone to the UK to ask for Dumbledore!"