Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 220 Infiltrating and the Old Dark Lord
Hera was silent and looked at Norber quietly. He knew clearly that when Norbert was sold to Lainie by him, it had nothing to do with him, but seeing it in such pain, Hera still felt a little heartbroken—this was the first time he saw a resold magical creature—except for Buckbeak, who lived happily in Hagrid's hands.

Hera could see Norbert's eyes still slightly open, and could see a thin yellow light shining under its wrinkled black eyelids, like the snake pupil of the basilisk last year-though Hera didn't see it.

"This is the Norwegian Ridgeback," said the dragon trainer, "one of the most aggressive and cherished dragon species." He explained to Hera.

"I know all about it." Hera said lightly. In just a few breaths, he was able to calm down his mood. Since they were all sold to Leni, how to deal with them is obviously her business.

"So, what's your plan after all?"

"It was our plan." Leni corrected. "first."

Heavy snow fell on the towering city walls of Nurmengard, and the words "for the greater good" above were blocked by the snow at the bottom of the writing. I'm afraid Grindelwald didn't expect it when he built Nurmengard as his base camp, and it turned out to be his prison in the end-only he was claustrophobic.

Hera walked on the rugged mountain road wearing the illusion spell, carefully not to make any noise, and not to make any moves that might attract attention.

Through the rugged mountain roads covered with weeds, weathered by wind, snow, and rain, it can be seen that this place has been abandoned for a long time.

"Nurmongard is different from Azkaban. There are only a few wizards guarding here, and there are no dementors in Azkaban. However, if any abnormalities occur, they will notify the German Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. There will be a large number of Aurors here." Leni's words still echoed in Hera's mind.

Hera gently moved forward in the air with her wand, testing whether there were any magic traps. It was obvious that the German Ministry of Magic was very confident in them, and this place was almost undefended.

Hera stopped, and was still dozens of feet away from the gate. "There is a checkpoint set up by the European Ministry of Magic. Once someone steps in, the ministry's alarm will be triggered." Lainie introduced Nurmengard's fortifications to Hera step by step, and Hera is familiar with this place.

"The next thing I have to do is." Hera took out a suitcase from behind, and gently threw it on the ground, without disturbing the wizard standing guard at the door.

"Come out, Norbert!"

Norbert appeared with a vicious look on his face, his vicious yellow eyes were fixed on the city wall in front of him.The two wizards at the door were visibly terrified, and they signaled in a panic.

Afterwards, they released the spell towards Norber, but unfortunately it only splashed a trace of sparks, which couldn't even bring Norbert a feeling of pain.

It was a gigantic lizard-like reptile covered in scales.It twisted its back violently, its jet-colored ridges striking.

Hera has no way of knowing, and doesn't care.Now he's doing what he has to do. Focusing completely and absolutely on the outside, rushing forward.
That was his chance, the only one Norbert could create.

Hera sneaked all the way into Nurmengard Castle. To his surprise, there were no obstacles as imagined. It could even be said that it was a little too easy, as if someone let him in on purpose.

Hera still looked carefully at Nurmengard Castle. After decades of dark imprisonment, the entire castle could vaguely see the luxury and grandeur of the year, but it was a little more dilapidated.

The floor of the hall was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the original pattern of the floor tiles could no longer be seen clearly. The corners were covered with cobwebs and moss. The floor-to-ceiling windows that were once covered with stained glass turned into gray wreckage with a large hole in them. There were a few sporadic footprints spreading upwards.

Hera followed her footsteps and walked up slowly. He knew that this was the footprint of the Auror who delivered food to Grindelwald.

The bronze carved chandelier hanging on the roof hadn't been lit for a long time, and Hera was slightly speechless. He could only try to imagine the incomparable aura of Grindelwald who swept the entire wizarding world back then through the huge dirty dining table in the center of the hall and the solid wood high-back chair with its decorations removed.

"It looks like it should continue to go up," Hera looked down at the map, which was given to him by Leni, "Yes, that's it."

Hera followed the stone steps on the left side of the castle foyer, connecting the iconic outer tower of Nurmengard all the way up.Finally, they came to a dilapidated old wooden door. There was no lock or any magic protection on the door, and it could be opened with a slight push. This was the prison cell set up for himself by the most powerful dark wizard in history.

"Are you here?" An old voice came from behind the door.

The half-hidden wooden door was gently opened without any magical fluctuations.Hera held her breath, he didn't know where the problem was, he was clearly paying attention to the sound.

As if sensing the thoughts in Hera's heart, the voice said again: "Don't think too much, it's just that my spiritual power has enveloped the entire Nurmengard Castle. I'll know the moment you step into the prison."

"Huh." Hera exhaled, forming a cloud of white mist in the icy Nurmengard. "Mr. Grindelwald, I am entrusted by Miss Rozier to bring you something."

"I know you, Lestrange. Come in,"

Hera stepped into the room lightly, and the illusion spell collapsed naturally at the moment of entry, revealing his figure.

It was also the first time he looked at the room where the first Dark Lord was imprisoned.The room is not spacious, and the only light source comes from the skylight above. Faint light is sprinkled from the window, and fine dust is flying in the long and narrow beam of light.

Hidden behind the beam of light, Grindelwald leaned against the cold wall, staring at the high skylight, as if he didn't see Hera.

You can vaguely see traces of his youthful handsomeness, but unfortunately, time has been more merciless on him, and he looks much older than Dumbledore.

"Albus, once mentioned you to me." He opened his mouth slightly, and made a sound that was not loud but enough for Hera to hear clearly, "He said, you are a very talented child, I have been waiting for you, I know, you will come."

(End of this chapter)