Sword and Magic and Taxi

?wizard? Zhao Mai was taken aback for a moment, and his footsteps were slow, but he still walked over. This is a luxuriously decorated room. Four young men are sitting on a comfortable sofa with a tall backrest. A handsome middle-aged man with blond hair stands among them.

　　 This is a dazzling person. His confident dark blue eyes, sturdy straight nose and charming corners of his mouth make his facial features vivid and powerful. The man wore a black wool waistcoat outside the sky blue shirt, and a fuchsia bow tie was inlaid with a crystal diamond, glowing red under the flame of the fireplace. His back was straight, his slender legs separated naturally, and one of his toes was facing Zhao Mai's direction.

　　"An Oriental?" The standing person seemed to be the leader of this group. He looked at Zhao Mai, and he didn't understand the casual Canadian style of 1995. This is still an era when jeans, T-shirts and jackets did not come out. In their opinion, Zhao Mai is too unrefined.

"Sorry for interrupting your party, I should not be the one you are waiting for-no matter who you are waiting for. I just passed by and got lost and wanted to ask how to go." Zhao Mai said to them: "You said you are a wizard What kind of magic?"

　　 "A Muggle? It's impossible for a Muggle to see Blackberry Farm, let alone walk in." said a young man sitting on the sofa. Zhao Mai recognized his voice. The young man with green eyes and brown hair was the owner of the excited voice before.

　　 "Where is your magic wand, let us see." The young man stood up. The food reserve lowered his body, showing his canine teeth, and let out a warning roar.

　　 "I don't have a magic wand." Zhao Mai motioned for the food reserve to not be nervous, and stood in front of it, blocking it with himself. Then he said: "It doesn't matter if you are unwilling to give directions. Are there any newspapers in the last few days? I just want to see what happened, and then I will leave."

　　 "No, since you don't have a wand, then you must be punished!" The brown hair took the wand out of his arms. It was a slender wooden stick, about the same thickness as a human's little finger, and about the same length as a forearm. "Faint!"

　　 Zhao Mai raised his hand, the power of mind movement can be used without chanting, and his movements are much faster than these wizards. The magic wand was still waving in the air, and the wizard's arm was bound by Zhao Mai, and he couldn't level it, so naturally he couldn't aim. Fainted, the spell was fired upwards along the wand, hitting the ceiling with a bang, shaking off a cloud of dust.

"You should be fortunate to use only the fainting spell. This is a good habit. If it is a damage-type attack spell, you are now dead." Zhao Mai frowned and said to them with a higher tone: "This is yours. Place, I’m just an outsider, but not a malicious intruder. I’m sorry to bother you. If you are not willing to help or welcome me, I will leave."

　　 "No, we welcome you, mysterious Mr. Dongfang, please sit down." The blond man put his hand on his companion's stiff arm, the magic flowed, breaking the shackles of psychic powers, allowing him to regain control of his body. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gellert Greenward."

　　 "My name is Mike Longhou. Greenward? I seem to have heard this name." Zhao Mai thought for a while, and suddenly snapped his fingers: "I remember, you are the black magician!"

"Yes, I am a black magician." Greenward obviously doesn't care about the terrible name of black magic. The corner of his right mouth is slightly raised, and he confidently and elegantly said: "It is always a wizard that controls spells. Only no Controlling wizards are afraid of spells, and those who denounce black magic as evil are extremely ignorant."

　　 "I also think they are all idiots." Zhao Mai said to Greenward. Due to the global Forgetting Curse event a century later, Zhao Mai did not have a good impression of wizards, but he would not let the wizards of a hundred years ago come back. After thinking about it, Zhao Mai decided to ask Greenward about his views on the Forgotten Curse, so as to decide his next attitude.

　　 "Mr. Greenward, as a black magician, what do you think of using the Forgetting Curse on Muggles?"

"The act of a coward!" Greenward replied immediately: "Only stupid wizards would choose to use this kind of spell to escape the world! They thought it was enough to manage the magic world? Wrong! There are wizards and Muggles in this world. , This is an indistinguishable fact. A few centuries ago, in order to protect the magical world, wizards would rather sacrifice those witches with thin bloodlines than to show themselves? Cowardly!"

His voice gradually became louder and full of passion: "Magic is the beauty of the world, how can we cover up the light of magic like ugliness?!" His arms waved excitedly, swiftly and powerfully, his hands clenched into fists and index fingers sometimes Pointing to the sky, like a magic wand: "Magic is a treasure, and wizards are the elites of mankind! We have been given power, and we should also bear the corresponding responsibilities! The greater the power, the greater the responsibility; how to avoid responsibility and desert soldiers Difference?! We should hone ourselves, prepare ourselves, from body, magic, spirit, soul, and most importantly, a sense of responsibility! We should not evade our mission, we should show mankind a path that leads to self-confidence and development And the path of progress!"

　　 Looking at Grindelwald, Zhao Mai suddenly thought of a person. Although that person has partial hair, a mustache, and is not as tall as Grindelwald, he will have the same momentum and strength when speaking. Zhao Mai smiled. Grindelwald's words were very provocative. The wizards around him were flushed with excitement, almost pinning their beliefs on him. However, Zhao Mai is not a wizard, nor is he European, but a Chinese who has a family and cannot return, so these words did not touch him much. Even if Grindelwald is a "wizard supreme", what can he do? Isn't there still a transcendent over his head? Zhao Mai is not going to mix his affairs, but there is no need to clearly oppose them. Therefore, he also clapped and made a look of "being stubbornly drinking, enlightening, and seeing the sun, and suddenly enlightened".

"Mike, although you don’t have a magic wand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but obviously you have a gift for magic. There is no pure-blooded Eastern wizard in history, but it’s not impossible to have a mixed blood. Although mixed blood will lower your starting point. , But I believe that after hard work and hard work, you will definitely be able to accomplish a career!"

　　 Zhao Mai nodded, humming twice.

"Trust me, you should go to the magic school to study. I have a good friend, Albus Dumbledore-despite the misunderstanding between us-he still communicates with me, and I can introduce you to him to teach School, Hogwarts in England." Grindelwald said afterwards: "Or, would you like to go to Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearby? It is in France."

　　 "Can I?" Zhao Mai spread his hands: "I mean, they are all this old."

　　 "Age is never a problem, magic never chooses age." At this moment, the doorbell outside rang, and a male voice with a British accent rang: "Sorry, I'm late. The weather is always unsatisfactory."

"Mike, it seems that this time the person we are waiting for is here: a young, promising young wizard who can impress people with words and words." Grindelwald said: "Let us welcome young John. R.R. Tolkien."