Chapter 369
"I am not surprised, Voldemort, the greatness of women is tenacity."

Dumbledore, who left the ward with Voldemort, said without hesitation after listening to Voldemort's account of Alice's memory world experience.

"I think whether it's Alice or Augusta, we can all see such shining points from them."

Voldemort stood still and did not move.

He couldn't tell whether it was real or imaginary, but he felt the bones in his body emitting bursts of warmth.

Perhaps, if Merope Gaunt hadn't died in childbirth--which is very difficult for a wizard to die, unless the heart wants to die--she would have a corresponding glow of humanity.

The sigh only flashed in his heart, and Voldemort quickly adjusted his state.

"If it's all right, we'll part here, Albus," said Voldemort.

"Wait a minute, Voldemort, I do have some questions for you."

Dumbledore stopped him and said before Voldemort became impatient, "I want to ask you, what happened to the media in the past three months?"

"Argument between Fudge and Crouch?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore nodded yes, which was exactly what he didn't understand.

The current battle between the two has become more and more intense.

Verbal disputes are not uncommon in various media.

Even foreign newspapers have published their contention.

And some tabloids spread the news even more irresponsibly. The struggle between the two within the Ministry of Magic was more severe than the disagreement reported by mainstream media such as the Daily Prophet.

Crouch has already recruited a group of people to start preparations for resisting the Dark Lord without being recognized by Fudge.

Among them, Mad-Eye Moody, who returned to the Auror Command, became his right-hand man.

The man insisted that he had seen the Dark Lord and that he had fought him.

Fudge, of course, objected, and openly criticized the elderly Moody for not being involved in Auror work any longer.

Their battle within the Ministry of Magic has divided the entire Ministry of Magic into three.

In addition to the two parties who supported Fudge and Crouch respectively, there was also a wave of silent and vacillating staff.

In fact, behind these three parties, there is a group of people hidden in the dark.

They are pure blood families.

Even these conflicts and divisions were secretly instigated by them.

Of course, without Crouch's active cooperation, things would not have come to this point.

As for Fudge, he's really innocent.

"The more the truth is debated, the more the truth is clarified." Voldemort said, "It's better to fight with words than the extreme way before, isn't it?"

"Are you admitting that you did it?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

Voldemort smiled, but said nothing.

"You support Crouch, right?" Dumbledore asked again.

"You can say that, Albus, but I want nothing more than his justice." Voldemort spread his hands.

"just?"

Dumbledore murmured and shook his head, but he didn't say any more, but changed the subject, "Where are you going, next?"

"Nurmengarde."

Voldemort's answer caught Dumbledore off guard.

He stared blankly at Voldemort, as if not understanding what he meant.

"Together?" Voldemort asked.

"what."

Dumbledore woke up from his stupor, he yelled briefly, then frowned again, not knowing how to answer.

"Then I'll go by myself, Albus, see you next time."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he was about to Apparate and leave, but before he could turn around, Dumbledore stopped him.

"Voldemort, maybe it's better for me to take you there, you know I'm more familiar with it," said Dumbledore.

Voldemort nodded, and took Dumbledore's arm.

"pay close attention."

Dumbledore reminded, then turned around, and the two disappeared in front of the closed department store.

When they appeared again, they had come to the foot of a mountain.

"That's Nurmengard." Dumbledore said, pointing to the distance.

Voldemort followed his guidance and saw a forbidding, pitch-black tower standing on top of the mountain.

"Together?" Voldemort asked.

"Okay, but I won't go in."

Dumbledore thought for a moment, and took the lead on the path where weeds had grown.

"Where did you look at it the last time you were here?" Voldemort asked, following his steps.

"There."

Dumbledore said that he stretched out his finger to the distance, and Voldemort saw that the finger landed on another mountain.

"It's really far away." Voldemort said, "I'm afraid I can't help but go in and see him?"

Dumbledore grinned back at him, but didn't answer his question.

"Why are you here?"

After turning his head and walking up the mountain again, Dumbledore asked without looking back.

"Ask some questions." Voldemort said.

"What's the problem?" Dumbledore chased after him.

"Ask a person who goes up the mountain, how can he overcome all obstacles and reach the top of the mountain." Voldemort said calmly.

"Hehe." Dumbledore smiled, and then said, "He hasn't reached the top of the mountain."

"One step closer." Voldemort curled his lips.

"It's an important step," said Dumbledore.

"This is more important to me, Dumbledore. We have to find faults from victories and experience from failures. This is extremely precious."

These words silenced Dumbledore, he stopped talking and just climbed the mountain in silence.

Voldemort followed closely behind, thoughts racing in his mind.

Grindelwald, this name is not as famous as his own, but his achievements far exceed his own dark wizard. He wanted to meet him a long time ago.

But he had to wait for the best moment.

And that time is now.

"arrive."

Dumbledore spoke suddenly, and actively stopped to get out of the way.

Voldemort looked up, and sure enough, he saw a stone gate made of huge black stones on the smooth road.

At the top of the center of the stone gate, Grindelwald's famous words are engraved:

For the greater good.

"From the perspective of the structure, I really can't compare with it in the past."

Standing in front of the black stone door, Voldemort looked up at the tower and murmured.

"The layout... maybe." Dumbledore said shaking his head sighingly.

"There are no guards here, are there?" Voldemort asked, turning to him.

"Yes, it is deserted, but the tower will operate automatically, which is enough for Gellert's life." Dumbledore replied.

Voldemort nodded, and confirmed to Dumbledore one last time: "Aren't you going in together?"

Dumbledore shook his head firmly.

Voldemort shrugged, and then came to the dark door, interlocking his index and middle fingers.

"Knock, knock, knock."

When the dull knocking ended, Voldemort thought there would be no answer.

In fact, he was ready to fly up the tower.

But at this moment, a not-so-big window in the center of the gate was suddenly pushed open, revealing an ugly, crab-like face.

"Who are you looking for?"

The extremely ugly and magical creature stared at Voldemort and asked.

(End of this chapter)

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