Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 447 Bar
Voldemort raised his hands angrily.

Hoarfrost covered the sky, tearing apart the ceiling of the abandoned castle, penetrating out, impacting every supporting point.

rumbling--

In the snowstorm.

This building was once built by Grindelwald, used to imprison his enemies, but eventually became his own building. After more than 60 years of lifespan from its birth to the present, it finally collapsed and was buried in this almost infinite place together with heavy snow and strong wind. In the deep mountains where people set foot.

He couldn't destroy Grindelwald, he could only use this castle to vent his anger.

Where is the Elder Wand?
Voldemort flew up, staring at the ruins beneath his feet.

It was a cunning old fellow, and perhaps he anticipated that he would destroy Nurmengard.

If so, there is nothing safer than hiding the Elder Wand in the ruins that have been destroyed by oneself.

He flew back to the ship.

Let the Knights of the Wild Hunt scour the ruins.

On a distant mountain, a group of Aurors apparated away.

Voldemort noticed, smiled contemptuously, and did not stop.

go!run away!

Bring yourself back again, and defeat the dark wizards who once plagued the whole of Europe and America, and let the news of Nurmengard's destruction be released.

Now he wasn't afraid of anyone except Potter and Dumbledore joining forces.

Fear is your best food.

He sat on the bow, watched the knights in action, and thought about a question.

Where will Grindelwald go?
Once, like himself, he had countless supporters and followers behind him.

But human beings are very realistic creatures. Once they lose power, those who followed them will immediately abandon them.

Voldemort understood this best.

I have only lost power for more than ten years, and the only ones who are really willing to stay by my side are Bellatrix, Severus, and my dearest son.

And Grindelwald has failed for more than 50 years.

In the outside world, does he still have fans who love him?

Where else could he escape?

While Voldemort was meditating, the Portkey pulled Grindelwald's body and rolled him to the ground.

In a snowstorm.

Grindelwald looked up and saw a vast starry sky surrounded by shops with closed doors, and further away, a castle dotted behind a dense forest.

Hogsmeade also had a lot of snow.

He raised his hand.

He uttered the spell in a brisk tone: "Call for God's Guard", a silver phoenix flew out from his fingertips, flapped its wings, and flew towards the castle.

in the principal's office.

They are still arguing.

Snape scolded fiercely, emptying out all the words he had used or not used to Harry, Yennefer grabbed Ciri's hand and asked her what happened during this time, while Geralt listened quietly with.

Dumbledore shook his head, he was still firm in his opinion.

Suddenly, a silver light flew in from the window.

It fell beside Fawkes, silent, without saying a word.

Dumbledore got up immediately, raised his wand, and disappeared with a snap.

Snape was taken aback.

"What happened again?" Geralt frowned slightly as he looked at the silver phoenix.

Harry shook his head: "Except for Albus, who else can have a phoenix as their patron saint?"

He also stood up, opened the window, and called out: "Hat."

call out--

A motorcycle flew over, floating in the air, and stopped safely at the window: "Hi, Harry!"

"Take me to Hogsmeade." Harry said softly.

Hermione stood up immediately and walked behind Harry.

Snape stood up too.

Geralt poked his head and asked again: "It's not going to be any trouble, is it?"

Harry shook his head and got on the motorcycle: "Of course not, two long-lost old lovers meet."

"You guys stay with Ciri."

Geralt was relieved.

Yennefer didn't even look up, as long as it wasn't the wild hunt, or that Voldemort came to catch Ciri, she didn't care much about other things.

Harry and Hermione flew out on their motorcycles.

Snape jumped out of the window and flew after him.He also mastered the magic of flying, but not as easily as Voldemort.

Hogsmeade, on the most important street.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood opposite each other, silent, with less than ten steps between them.

In their eyes, each other is what the other looked like when they were 20 years old.

But at this moment, they are all over 100 years old.

The motorcycle fell and stopped beside the two of them.

This atmosphere is weird, with no hatred, no joy of reunion, and no sighs of lovers.

The Sorting Hat flickered its headlights, looked at the two of them, and dared not speak at all.

Hermione sat in the car, staring at the two of them.

Harry's tone was calm: "Mr. Grindelwald, it's hard to imagine that you would escape from prison and even take the initiative to escape under the nose of Albus."

His voice broke the silence.

Grindelwald turned to look at him and smiled: "Harry, I'm not escaping from prison. With your wisdom, you should be able to guess why I came here."

Harry nodded, with a sneer: "Beating by Voldemort? Had to escape here?"

Grindelwald nodded and smiled more contentedly: "Yes, Harry, Voldemort is too powerful now."

"I am not his opponent. Although I should have died more than 80 years ago, I have lived for more than 80 years. I still have so many regrets. It would be too wronged if I just died like that."

"Fortunately, my ability to save my life has not weakened."

"I can only look for Dumbledore who can fight Voldemort and protect me, poorly."

Harry added: "And Mr. Potter."

Grindelwald laughed, he was very happy.

Hermione tilted her head and patted the motorcycle lightly, feeling a little relieved.

Dumbledore cares about many things, but Grindelwald never cares about anything. If they want to reunite, no one can stop them.

But for decades, they have never met each other.

It needs a reason that can break the grievances in their hearts and make them meet confidently.

That's the best reason.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a complicated expression.

He is very clear that his former lover is a person who is unwilling to bow his head. He has a glimpse of the future of wizards, and he has to go against the trend of the times. Even if he is misunderstood as a powerful dark wizard, he still has to pull out his wand. Spell a spell against the tide of fate.

But now, he threw away all his dignity just to stand in front of him.

"Gellert." Dumbledore whispered his name.

His lips twitched, trying to say something.

Harry clapped his hands: "It's cold here, why don't you find a bar and sit down?"

He raised his head and looked into the distance. The door of the three brooms was open, and the lights inside were projected. There was Ms. Rosmerta poking her head at the door, looking at it curiously.

"The three broomsticks didn't open the door." He didn't blush and his heart didn't beat. "It seems that we can only go to the Pig's Head Bar."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald fell silent.

(End of this chapter)