Grindelwald's tough attitude made Tolkien feel a little uncomfortable, and of course he was a little disgusted. After all, this way of acting is not what friends should be like. So he shook his head and refused: "I don't have practical experience in this spell, so if you want to know the truth and specific situation of the language, you should ask Mike Long Roar."

"I have helped you so much, why don't you help me this little?" Grindelwald smiled, and with a shaking wand, he jumped between his thumb and index finger. He rubbed his fingers, and the wand also wiggled in the air, looking very flexible. "Mc's holding the wand is like holding a dagger, and his magical power is like an active volcano, and all of this is the power provided by that strange spell. Such power should be used to benefit all wizards, rather than locked in a cabinet drawer. Tolkien, give me the research information."

"No, please leave my home now." Tolkien shook his head: "You look dangerous now and are in a bad mood. You need to calm down!"

"Give up your weapons!" Grindelwald waved his wand, and Tolkien and Ador's wand flew out and rolled to the corner of the room. Ador suddenly stood up.

"Hundred bondage!" Grindelwald shook, Ado's body froze and sat back on the ground. He struggled anxiously, and the floor was hit and made a loud "bang bang" sound. Grindelwald frowned: "Why are you so strong?"

He increased the power of the spell, and Ado finally struggled and could only sit on the ground honestly. "Tolkien, I don't want to cause damage, so please give me the information about the spell? Thank you."

"What's wrong with the living room? Did Ador fall?" Edith's voice came from the kitchen.

"It's okay, he was just accidentally." Tolkien glared at Grindelwald and nodded to him: "Leave here immediately after getting the stuff, I don't want to see you again."

"It's a pity, but I can do it."

Tolkien had to go upstairs, and soon he took a stack of manuscripts. He threw these things on the sofa and looked at him in disgust: "It's all here. But I told you that you have no use to hold these."

"I will judge whether it can be used, whether it is easy to use and what to do." Grindelwald shook his head, waved his wand, Tolkien felt a pain in his waist, and the pistol hidden behind him flew out when he was going upstairs. "Do you think this kind of Muggle weapons can really hurt me? Even if they are threatening, do you think I can't find it? I already know enough about Muggle weapons on the front line of the battlefield. By the way, let Ms. Edith put down the gun in my hand. I don't want to cast spells on my friend's wife today."

Edith was shocked, but still stood up with guns in both hands. Just as she shouted, "Drop down the wand and raise your hands", the revolver in her hand suddenly turned into a sticky octopus, wet and slippery, which scared her to let go and throw it away.

"Simple transformation spell. I have not turned the gun into a poisonous spider or a poisonous snake, I have already shown mercy." Grindelwald stood up and reached out to grab it, and all the manuscripts flew into his grasp.

"Wait!" Tolkien suddenly stopped him. It can be seen that he was in a very conflicted mood, hesitant face, and his voice was very hesitant. "Mac kept saying, you created this plague. He... was he said true?"

"No, not exactly." Grindelwald shook his head: "I didn't find the plague. I didn't have the ability to create a disease, but I did design the curse part of the plague. All wizards benefited from this flu and would not die."

"But there are still many ordinary people who die because of the plague! The curse in it greatly strengthens the spread of the disease, which has caused such a large-scale impact!" Tolkien thought of the sick Edith. If Mike hadn't treated it in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. "So many people died, do you know?"

"But the world war has to end because of this." Grindelwald's words gave Tolkien a heavy blow. "I was a little hesitant about what they were going to do, but you reminded me. A trench fever caused you to leave the battlefield and avoid death, which gave me a great inspiration. People are stupid in joy, and can only learn, understand and grow in their own misery. We raise our glasses together to celebrate a disease that saved your mind and wisdom from the battlefield; and the same disease prevented the world war!"

"No, you are a fallacy!" Tolkien roared: "You, you use... you twisted..."

"Your voice is trembling, Tolkien." Grindelwald smiled and shook his head: "You are an honest good person, a scholar. The reason why you can't say it now is because the truth in your heart is the truth, and all you want to tell are lies, so you can't do it. I appreciate this point of you. You ask me, you ask me to find a way to end the world war with the power of magic. I did it, I fulfill your wish, why do you blame me?"

"Because...because it's wrong to do this!"

"I can't see anything wrong. You blame me because of this plague. But if the war continues, how much will it die? Can you know? So, you are just criticizing me with unknowns, maybe better or worse situations, using a concept rather than a fact." Grindelwald shook his head: "It's unfair, do you know? If there is anything to blame, think about your wishes, think about your beautiful fantasy, and think about how you wish. You are just lazy and don't want to take responsibility. I'm just going to do it, but I'm going to be blamed for it?"

Tolkien fell on the sofa, lowered her head, and her whole body seemed to have been exhausted. Edith ran over in an exclaim and hugged Tolkien tightly. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, slowly flowing.

"Go and call the doctor and take him to the hospital!" Grindelwald said with a frown: "Don't let him die!"

Tolkien breathed three times, then looked up and said, "Gellert Grindelwald, I want to ask you to do the last thing."

"Tell me." Grindelwald was also a little surprised. He had any other requests at this time. Would he let himself commit suicide?

"Make me forget all this, make me forget the wizard, forget the spell, forget the magic world! I can't live like this." Tolkien pointed at his wand with his finger, summoned it and held it in his hand. He stroked the wand for the last time, the eight-inch maple branch with the eyelashes of the troll. Although the troll could regenerate, the broken heart could not regenerate, and the desperate hope would not regenerate. He broke his wand and threw it into the furnace.

"Magic is not a good medicine for healing. People can only understand it themselves." Tolkien said to Grindelwald: "The magician is not a savior. The real power of saving the world has nothing to do with magic. I want to search again. Let me forget all this, and I know that you will definitely forget everything and be empty in spells."

"But you will also forget the language of the spell, which will not be good for me." Grindelwald shook his head.

"Do you still claim to be my friend?! Didn't you say you are a responsible person? If you bring me into the magic world, you will also take me out!" Tolkien said at the end: "You said it nicely, but what kind of person are you, you just need to see your actions."

"Okay." Grindelwald waved his wand, and the light of the spell kept shining in the room. Tolkien hugged his wife tightly and kissed her forehead, "Edise, give me the strength to live."

"You must live, I want you to live, I will live with you." Edith responded softly.
Chapter completed!