[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

At the beginning of August, Wei Yang received some news from Mycroft, saying that the German dark wizards were probably researching some new black magic in Dresden, and they needed someone to investigate.After thinking about it, he agreed, anyway, it was Mycroft who had the trouble of changing places—he had to pack up his old identity in Fürth without a trace, and then transport the new body to Dresden—and he just Just need to apparate back to Belgrade to change the shell and go to the new location.

It turns out that the B-line mission only needs to cooperate with saving the world. Wei Yang stared at the two empty favorability progress bars and one with only half a star left to reach the target.He is quite satisfied with the result, there is only one problem that bothers him - if this continues, he will directly fill up Dumbledore's favorability, and his CP has not seen it at a glance?The third target is too difficult to find, right?Could it be that he couldn't see Grindelwald before he cleared the level?

With such a mentality, Wei Yang set foot on the valley of the Elbe River.This place is close to the Czech Republic, and it can be regarded as the rear of the battlefield. It has a strong cultural atmosphere and is full of Baroque buildings.The atmosphere of the whole city is much better than that of Fürth, otherwise it would not have the nickname of "Florence on the Elbe".

But Wei Yang is not in the mood to appreciate it. The only thing that makes him gratified is that this time he doesn't have to fit in a cripple's body, and he doesn't have to live on the smelly first floor—because Mycroft seems to think that this city is not suitable for poor people. Identity, let him play a little-known German painter Lecheny Prouck.As for the original owner, it was probably knocked out by Mycroft's people and taken away.Oil paint doesn't smell very good, but at least it doesn't look as disgusting as rotten potatoes.

In the first few days of his arrival, Wei Yang got used to the original owner's life pattern - occasionally going out to gather scenery, but most of the time he still sat on the side of the street, drawing portraits of passers-by, including fine brushwork and speed painting.Young and unknown painters always have to suffer a little while trying to make a living.But fortunately, the original owner's skills are neither amazing nor useless, and the money he earns to feed himself is no problem.

However, as an engineering student, Wei Yang can draw three-dimensional drawings of mechanical parts, but sketches must be scumbags.He could only shamefully open the system plug-in, otherwise other people who lived close to him would definitely find the loophole.Fortunately, the original owner didn't talk much, so he barely covered it up.

The day is still the same.Seeing that the sun was westward, Wei Yang began to close the stall.Anyway, he wouldn't be hungry, and it wouldn't be too obvious if he missed two pictures, and he could still save his energy to investigate the dark wizard.But having said that, this place is so peaceful, so peaceful that he doubts that World War II is over, will there really be dark wizards?

While muttering to himself, Wei Yang put all the paintbrushes into his cloth pocket, and suddenly felt that someone was watching him.He raised his head and looked around suspiciously, but he didn't find anyone suspicious.Too much heart?After all, he should be very ordinary now.And he contacted Mycroft directly, so there is no possibility of an intermediary link to meet them?

Although he told himself that there was no one in his heart, Wei Yang always felt that kind of gaze lingering, and it was not until he returned to the apartment that he was blocked by the wall and disappeared.Then on the second and third day, he still had that feeling, as if he was being watched by an invisible person.There should be no malice, but the situation was so weird that it made his back feel hairy, so that the usual ghost detection at night was temporarily put on hold.

On the fourth day, the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly.Artists always have the habit of growing their hair long, and so does this Proc.However, Wei Yang couldn't stand the heat when his hair was disheveled under the sun in summer, so he tied his hair into a small braid before going out.As a result, as soon as he sat down in his old seat on the street, a strange thing happened—a gust of wind blew by, the paper on the drawing board remained motionless, and his hair loosened.

Broken?He's not tied that tight, is he?Wei Yang stared strangely at the broken rubber ring on the ground.But he has always been careful, and there are still several rubber bands around his wrists.But just as he was tearing off a new one and preparing to tie it again, a strange thing happened again - all the remaining leather loops were neatly broken, as if cut off by an invisible blade.

Wei Yang was dumbfounded.But he'd be foolish if he didn't know what was going on at this point - there was an invisible wizard nearby!The moment he thought of this, a row of system red letters appeared on the chair in front of him for the guests: "No. [-] target, Gellert Grindelwald. German Dark Lord, the most evil dark wizard in history before Voldemort , the famous saying 'for the greater good', invisibility is extremely clever..."

If Wei Yang wasn't a ghost in a shell and lacked some normal human physiological reactions, the cold sweat would have rolled off immediately.Fuck!Don't play like this!Scary to death, oh no, ghost, is there anything!Obviously, he wandered around Nurmengadry so many times before, but never met Grindelwald once; in the end, he changed to a place without any trace of war, and the Dark Lord suddenly sat in front of him!

What is the logic of this story?Have they all been eaten by dogs?

Wei Yang almost froze.But at any rate, he still remembered that he couldn't show his flaws at this time, so he pretended to curse angrily for buying a low-quality product, and then continued to pack things outside.There is a mirror in the package, which is provided for customers to put on their favorite expressions.At this time, he took it out and accidentally caught a glimpse of the original owner's face in the mirror.

Brown hair, shoulder length; blue eyes, bright and energetic; long and straight nose, thin lips...

Wei Yang really froze this time.He seems, seems, probably, should take back what he thought was illogical... because, if he guessed correctly, the shell of the original owner is [-]% like Dumbledore when he was young!Maybe Grindelwald didn't want him to tie his hair up because... Dumbledore never tied it up?

Immediately, Wei Yang felt as if countless muddy horses trampled violently.Surely Mycroft knew this, didn't he?If you know it and don't tell it, isn't this cheating him?

Just when Wei Yang felt that he was going to die this time, he suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, and the gaze disappeared.He looked up and saw that the chair was empty—of course it was empty before, but now even the obligatory system scarlet letter was gone.

... Grindelwald is gone?What does it mean?Was it discovered or not?

This result came out at night.Because Wei Yang couldn't sleep soundly, he was "invited" away in the middle of the night and sent to a three-story building that looked no different from other buildings on the surface.But it’s not like that at all inside—there are moving murals on the walls, but the content is all black wizards casting spells, bloody violence, screaming; the decorations on the colonnade are some processed human body parts, pale and emanating Glowing with green light, it was still wriggling stickily, dripping blood that was so thick that it was almost black.

These things made me want to vomit just looking at them, but considering Wei Yang's ghost physique, he still failed.He was then wheeled into a room and chained to an iron chair.

When the iron door closed, Wei Yang blinked.There was only one white candle lit in this place, it was gloomy, surrounded by iron walls, exuding a unique coolness of metal.But the iron room was empty, without those disgusting Bala's viscera, he thought he could bear it-you know, when he entered the door, he saw the system reminding him that there was a pool of infernal corpses under the house!In comparison, isn't this iron room much better?

Having said that, he was killed by the boss in every level!I hope the way to clear the level this time is not as painful as last time, after all, he is a ghost this time...

Wei Yang felt sorry for himself for a while.Suddenly, the iron chains rattled, strangling him straight back, until he was pressed against the cold metal back, and his ribs seemed to be attached to his spine.The door opened silently, and someone walked in.

Grindelwald is in his early 60s.But given that wizards usually live much longer than Muggles and his own powerful magic power, he doesn't look like an old man in his sixties at all, but closer to a middle-aged man in the prime of life.And although it seemed inappropriate, Wei Yang felt that when the other party walked in, the enthusiasm and wildness remaining in the blond hair and light blue eyes were almost enough to light up the dark room.

In short, Grindelwald has a sense of incompatibility with his identity as the Dark Lord, and his appearance is so dazzling and sharp that it can almost hurt people.Coupled with the double-breasted silver-buttoned waistcoat and knee-length tuxedo on his body, he looked like a decent and elegant gentleman, the kind that even Muggles would not believe that he was the Dark Lord even if he was tied to the gallows.

"I thought you were a Muggle," Grindelwald said, his voice calm.The four walls vibrated slightly, bringing up a metallic lingling echo.He took out his wand, pulled himself a chair in the air, and sat down. "Then nothing will happen."

That is to say, if he is really an ordinary Muggle, Grindelwald can only look at him twice?

Also, no matter how much he looks like Dumbledore himself, Grindelwald is not stupid.

Wei Yang thought so, and then found that he couldn't hear anything useful from Grindelwald's accent.Like Germany or Hungary, he couldn't determine the origin of the Dark Lord.The only thing that was certain was that the wand held in the opponent's hand was indeed an elder wand. "I'm not a wizard either."

"Of course you are not." Grindelwald laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes. "It's not as simple as being tied up for a wizard to sit on this chair." He waved his wand, and a black cold light flashed on the iron chain, "They will absorb the warmth and magic power from the wizard, and let them die of the cold and pain."

Wei Yang suddenly understood what this room was for - soundproof and echoing, unable to struggle - "die in his own desperate screams and hopeless struggles." He whispered.

"Good description." Grindelwald agreed. "But I can also make it look more scary..." He waved his wand again, countless sharp steel needles suddenly appeared from the surrounding iron walls, and underneath was a daunting cold and sharp blade. "I think you should be smart enough, so it's best not to test my limited patience. You are not Lecheny Prouker. Then who asked you to come?" He slightly lowered his voice, "Or, who asked Did you become like this?"