What does Grindelwald bring a Mochi here?

Could it be the sacrifice of some dark magic ritual?

Farrell couldn’t help but feel curious, and his eyes opened slightly.

The witch named Alison was also taken aback by the sudden appearance of Grindelwald and stammered. "I have put all the potion materials in according to your instructions, but I’m not sure if I can do this job, sir..."

Grindelwald walked to the cauldron and noticed the potion’s brewing situation, and said. "Don’t be too nervous, Alison, I believe your potion level, you have always done well when you were in Durmstrang, haven’t you? Potions are your strength..."

Alison nodded in fear, and the whole person looked a little worried. Although she felt that her level of potions was pretty good, the things that Grindelwald asked her to cook were beyond her knowledge. The medicine materials and the things that need to be done next made her feel terrified.

"Don’t forget our common ideal... In order to achieve the goal, we always have to give up something. You just need to remember that these are the necessary sacrifices..." Grindelwald said comfortingly, while being in the giant wand The cauldron was stirred gently, and when the boiling liquid in the cauldron subsided again, he turned his head to look at Alison and continued speaking.

"Now that the preparations have been completed, we can start the next step..."

Alison looked a little hesitant, and couldn’t help looking at the middle-aged man following Grindelwald...

"Are you thinking about your Maji father? Alison? Or do you have forgotten how he used to treat you?" Grindelwald said coldly.

"Of course I won’t forget all this!" Alison said very excitedly. "He is a rogue drunkard, a complete villain... He is not worthy of being my father at all!"

There was a smile at the corner of Grindelwald’s mouth. "That’s right, Alison. Although he is your biological father, he has not done anything for you. He has only brought you pain. Only the wizarding world is your real home..."

"We are your family..." Grindelwald put his hand on the witch’s shoulder and said very gently.

Alison sobbed low, tears running down her cheeks...

Seeing that Alison hadn’t made a decision for a long time, Grindelwald couldn’t help but flash in his eyes, but the words were still gentle. "If you are very resistant, I can also change another person! This ceremony is not mandatory, it is the same for anyone to change..."

"No!" Alison wiped his tears, suddenly interrupted Grindelwald’s words, looked at the middle-aged man resentfully, and said. "I wanted to kill him a long time ago, if his death is of any use to you, that would be great!"

"Very good!" Grindelwald’s gaze flickered. After confirming Alison’s determination with the mind of sedentary mind, he nodded in satisfaction, and then took down a pendant hanging on his neck and set it on. On the right hand.

Farrell stared intently, and Grindelwald slightly raised his finger to the hemp chicken, a faint green light quickly condensed on the fingertips.

"AvadaKedavra~" Grindelwald said the spell indifferently.

A dark-green light beam flashed in mid-air, and the Maji who was standing in the room stiffly stiffened, and then his gaze was so distracted and fell to the ground softly.

Farrell’s pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a life passing in front of him but couldn’t stop it. This kind of powerlessness made Farrell feel uncomfortable.

However, he still did not reveal his meaning, and said nothing during the whole process, because at this time, his fate would only be the same as that of Maji...

After killing people, Grindelwald closed his eyes very rarely and stood motionless. A faint blue mist gradually poured into the pendant from his body, and he could still see a hideous man faintly. Human form...

Is this...making a Horcrux? Farrell, who has a wealth of anti-black experience, quickly guessed what Grindelwald was doing, but he was not sure, after all, he had only seen relevant records in some advanced black magic books.

In just a few seconds, Grindelwald opened his eyes again, and the otherwise ordinary pendant hung on his right hand suddenly became mysterious, shining bright blue light, with an irresistible charm. ...

Grindelwald strode to the cauldron and threw the pendant in. Then he picked up the potion-cutting knife and pierced it at the position of his heart under Farrell’s horrified gaze!

Is there something wrong with his brain? Farrell was taken aback by Grindelwald’s sudden suicide.

But what made him even more surprised was still behind. After piercing the tip of the knife into the heart, Grindelwald’s body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a large amount of black and red blood sprayed out from the wound, dripping on the ground as if Sulfuric acid generally corrodes round holes in wooden floors.

Not only that, the pale, blood-colored face gradually became withered, and the whole person looked like a charred corpse.

Farrell only remembered at this time that in the report that England had submitted to the International Wizarding Federation a few days ago, Grindelwald, who had escaped from Newmontgard, was suspected of being wounded during the battle with Voldemort. Kind of almost incomprehensible and strange black magic.

It is said that Dumbledore died here too...

But now it seems that Grindelwald has found a kind of madness, but can solve it once and for all, that is... die once!

For some powerful dark wizards, the boundary between life and death is not impossible to cross. Horcrux is one of the ways to avoid death!

Farrell wanted to understand everything in an instant. He tilted his head to look at the huge crucible, and was extremely certain that this was some kind of ritual that could bring the dead back to life!

Not far ahead, Grindelwald’s corpse had fallen to the ground. After a while, the ethereal soul body rose from the corpse.

"Let’s start!" Grindelwald floated in mid-air, looked at Alison, and said faintly.

Alison took a deep breath, opened the package on the ground, then waved his wand, slowly chanting.

"Father’s bones, donated accidentally, can make your son reborn!"

"Servant’s meat... from... voluntary donation... to make your master...reborn!" Alison hung his left arm above the cauldron, holding the wand in his right hand, and his voice trembled a little.

"If you start quickly, it won’t hurt very much, Alison! After I am resurrected, your arm will return to your arm..." Grindelwald floated around the witch, his eyes flashing inexplicably The light, softly encouraged. "As far as I know you are a brave witch, right? Prove it to me!"

Alison gritted his teeth and prepared to cast the spell, just at this moment, a voice came over.

"Don’t be fooled by him, witch!"

Farrell, who had been pretending to be unconscious, finally couldn’t help but speak. Alison’s hesitation made him realize that this was the best time for him to intervene. Farrell almost shouted with all his strength.

"The man in front of you is a murderous lunatic. He tried to destroy an entire Muggle city. I don’t know what he promised you, but I can assure you that those are lies!"

"Think about it, standing in front of you is the recognized black demon in the entire magical world! More than fifty years ago, many people like you were deceived by him, and finally lost their lives for no reason. After all, he just wanted to use you. , Witch, he will throw you aside mercilessly after using it..."

Farrell spoke extremely fast, trying to reverse Alison’s position.

Grindelwald is dead. Although the soul body is still there, according to his understanding of those ghosts, the opponent should not have the ability to cast spells.

As long as Alison can be persuaded to turn, then he can not only save his life, but also may take this opportunity to completely end the Dark Lord!

Thinking of this, Farrell spoke again.

"Look back, sorceress, I believe you are not a person willing to associate with demons. Now Grindelwald can do nothing. You don’t have to be afraid of him anymore...

In addition, I am the vice chairman of the North American Magic Congress. I can prove that everything you do is under the coercion of Grindelwald. As long as this matter can be resolved smoothly, I assure you that you will never be due to any previous actions. Take any punishment! "

Farrell bitterly persuaded that he could see that Alison was not the kind of evil black wizard. From what he had just learned, it seemed that the opponent hated Muggles because of his childhood experience. Grindelwald used it.

When he was Auror, he had come into contact with similar cases. Not every Muggle parent could understand the "weird" behavior of their children. In some countries and regions with relatively backward thinking, the magical power broke out for the first time. Wizards have even been killed as possessed by demons.

In order to avoid similar tragedies Almost every country’s Ministry of Magic will set up a special department to handle similar cases to ensure the safety of little wizards, but this kind of housework has always been difficult to handle. ...

Farrell’s words shook Alison, and the hand holding the wand shook more severely, and a clear hesitation appeared on his face.

Grindelwald frowned and glanced at Farrell with an unkind expression. He was anxious to complete the resurrection ritual, but failed to notice the other party’s change.

However, he is not so worried about Alison’s defection. If he does not have full control of the other party, Grindelwald will not pin his life and death on a witch who has just known each other for a short time...

"Don’t you remember how your mother died? Alison?" Grindelwald stared into the witch’s eyes and said coldly. "Would you like me to help you remember..."

(PS: I overestimate myself. I haven’t finished two chapters. This chapter has more than 3,000 words. Tomorrow I will write another chapter with more than 3,000 words... I won’t put together another chapter alone.)