Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Salzburg, Austria.

Newmontgard Castle.

The trails built by boulders have long been submerged in weeds.

A huge hole remained in front of the main entrance of the castle, with gravel and door panels concealed around it.

A few lines of text are inscribed at the entrance of the castle, even after wind and frost erosion, they are still barely recognizable.

"Food (for greater good)?"

Cornelius Fudge squinted his eyes, read the somewhat vague text softly, and let out an inexplicable nasal sound.

"These dark wizards are very powerful in inciting people. With so many years of experience, the more sinister and scheming dark wizards will use this kind of words to flaunt themselves. Think about it carefully, when he said this. , Maybe destined to become a dark wizard."

"Ah, Connelly, we are not here to interrogate Grindelwald today—"

Dumbledore coughed slightly and reminded with a gentle smile.

Behind the two, senior officials of the magic government from all over the world were looking around curiously.

Since Grindelwald was imprisoned in Newmontgard, almost no one has arrived here. This legendary and terrifying castle of the devil in the modern magical world is almost one of the childhood stories of most European wizards, just like Merlin. The same as the treasure trove.

However, after Dumbledore, the confidential person, made his address public, they finally had a chance to arrive here.

"Unbelievable, that demon king actually lived here for decades..."

"Look at these traces... the battle back then..."

"Yeah... Do you think these will—"

The senior officials of each magic government looked around and talked in a low voice.

As they crossed the huge hole, they seemed to travel back to the magical battlefield decades ago.

Except for the big hole at the door, there are scary traces everywhere in the castle. Thick dust covers every corner of the castle. Up the steps on the right side of the castle's main hall, there are faint footprints of some people's walk-Dumbledore I told them before that the International Wizarding Federation arranged for a deaf and mute old Muggle to take charge of Grindelwald's three meals a day, but as the old man left, the house elves are currently in charge.

"Grindelwald...well...he never leaves the tower for activities?"

The French Minister of Magic, Castell, looked around, frowned, and added.

"I mean, I don't seem to see any measures to prevent Grindelwald from breaking out of prison?"

"Oh, usually, that's the case-Grindelwald will not leave the tower."

Dumbledore walked up the winding stairs and looked meaningfully at the Austrian Minister of Magic at the end.

"However, if Grindelwald wants to leave here one day, trust me... at least based on my knowledge, I don't think there are any measures to stop a wizard of his level. Geller can be imprisoned in this world. T Grindelwald’s, only himself..."

"Not even you? Mr. Dumbledore." The Turkish Minister of Magic couldn't help but asked.

"I can beat him, yes, I think you meant to express that... but you see, I usually have a lot of things."

Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and replied with a gentle smile, "And in the same way, most of the'jailer' candidates who can watch Grindelwald have more important things they want to do, and we sometimes do You have to worry about the'jailer' becoming an accomplice, right?"

"I don't understand, Dumbledore...Professor. Since Grindelwald is so dangerous, why didn't it—"

Cornelius Fudge lowered his voice and made a light gesture with his right hand.

After this period of misfortune, Cornelius Fudge learned a lot about Gellert Grindelwald's stories, those evil deeds about Grindelwald's murders, disagreements, and wars in Europe... He had to admit that, compared to Grindelwald, the rule of terror imposed by Voldemort in Britain is more frightening, but in terms of the harm to social order, the two are not at the same level.

"Obviously, Dumbledore felt that compared to the living me, the dead me seemed more terrifying—"

Before Dumbledore could answer, a hoarse voice suddenly faintly floated above the tower.

"Don't you think... I alone can start a wizarding war that lasts for decades? What's more, how many people do you think are capable and courageous to kill an unarmed Gellert Green How about Dewo? Maybe you can try it today?"

"…Uh."

Connelly Fudge was like a rooster pinched around the neck, and suddenly there was no sound.

Everyone glanced at each other, and walked a few steps forward quickly. After turning the corner, there was a sudden chill in the front.

Unlike the locked attic that everyone imagines, at the end of the winding stairs is a room without a door. A hole that is only slightly smaller than the opening below opens on the right side of the room, and the biting cold wind whizzes through it. The holes roared and wandered in the small room.

The ceiling of this room is very high, and a window is open there, and a beam of dim sunlight casts onto the floor.

And behind the dim beam of light, a rickety, thin, but vigorous old man sat there quietly.

"Hey, there are so many guests today, Dumbledore? Is there a special holiday?"

Grindelwald grinned and looked at the old wizard standing by the door. Valley

"If I remember correctly," Dumbledore said, "I should have sent an owl to inform you this morning, right?"

"Oh? Really—I thought it was for me a snack—"

Grindelwald was sitting too far back, his face was shrouded in shadow, and he couldn't really see it.

As they were talking, Cornelius Fudge felt as if he had stepped on something.

He lowered his gaze subconsciously and looked at his feet.

"Oh-my goodness-this, what is this -"

Connelly Fudge's exclamation interrupted the conversation between the two in front of him.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw Cornelius Fudge, like a frightened rabbit, taking a few steps back with an uneasy expression.

At the place where he was standing, there were a lot of messy, gray-brown, blood-stained feathers, and among those feathers, you could clearly see the licked small skeletons and poultry bones, a dark red color. From there, bloodstains spread all the way in the direction of Grindelwald.

"I said, add a meal-dear sir. Don't worry, I am not a savages who drink blood..."

Grindelwald chuckled softly, like a weird eagle-headed witch, and he waved his hand carelessly as he spoke.

The next moment, flames gushed crazily from the pile of feathers and bones.

Almost instantly it turned into a small bonfire.

"Oh. It's brighter and warmer. The temperature here in Newmondgard is a bit uncomfortable—"

The swaying orange flame dispelled the shadow on Grindelwald’s face, and people can now clearly see the appearance of the dark lord who once dominated the European magic world—he looks extremely old, with a smooth and clean forehead. It is full of wrinkles, but the eyes are particularly energetic.

At the head of his bed, there seemed to be a pile of tree trunks and branches arranging them randomly, but Connelly Fudge and others quickly realized what it was.

Magic wands, dozens of wands were thrown there at random, like a small firewood pile.

"So, I think about it..."

Grindelwald picked up a magic wand and turned it upside down in his hand, turning his head to look at Fudge, showing a penetrating smile.

"You just said that you want to try to kill me? I can give you this opportunity, one-on-one, an absolutely fair duel... This may help other gentlemen answer their doubts-for example, Gellert Grindelwald Is it too old to chant spells and can't deal with some influential young offspring. In this way, maybe our future conversations can be easier and more efficient? Then, come on—"

As Grindelwald picked up the wand, an invisible force gradually began to linger and spread around him.

Cornelius Fudge stared at the old wizard nervously, not daring to move.

For some reason, he seemed to have become a scared groundhog, and right in front of him was a king snake that was gradually erecting and getting higher and higher. Although there was no threatening movement, he was full of nerves. All are yelling as if they are doing their best:

Don't reach for the magic wand! Don't dig out the magic wand! Otherwise it will definitely die! Will die!

"Grindelwald, no one at UU reading www.uukanshu.com wants to fight you here—"

Just as Cornelius Fudge was about to break his nerves, a tall figure stood in front of him, gently dispelling the suffocation.

"The International Federation of Wizards, as well as the proposals of the magical governments of various countries, you should have read. As the person who knows black magic best and knows best **** a wizard today, do you have a solution to'Voldemort' and Horcrux? The problem shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Of course, Horcrux, I've studied that thing decades ago-it's crazy, not worth it."

Grindelwald hesitated, then threw the wand aside, and said with a smile.

"As for how powerful'Voldemort' is, you have to fight it before you know it."

"However, if according to your previous description, he doesn't have much mature skills in dueling, he just relies on powerful magic and black magic... that's much easier. If you don't lie, I can solve the so-called so-called …Well…"

Grindelwald raised his hands slightly, and made a funny quick gesture, "...The most terrifying black lord ever?"

"but-"

Grindelwald paused and leaned back against the wall behind.

"Strength, I have, and the solution, I also have—but why should I help you?"

"Elena, Elena Kaslana, or..."

Dumbledore's smile floated, and his light swept past the thoughtful magical government officials behind him, and said softly every word.

"Elena Grindelwald, the last blood of the Dark Lord Grindelwald family in the magic world—"

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Great!