Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 105 Nurmengard's Winter

Europe is not cold in winter, but it is definitely not very warm, especially in Austria, which is located in the middle of Europe.

The cold wind blew through the mountains of this country, and the snowflakes were transferred to a dilapidated castle on the top of the mountain. From here, you can overlook the plains below the mountains, and you can also see the frozen rivers on the edge of the plains.

The old man in a white robe walked slowly on the mountains. His steps were indescribably leisurely, but if you look carefully, you can still see that the steps are always a little messy.

Dumbledore walked slowly to the door of the dilapidated castle. There was a round lawn with a shattered statue on it. He looked at the wreckage of the statue, as if he saw the man from that year.

This is Nurmengard, an ordinary prison that cannot be more ordinary, unless you know that the only prisoners here are well-known figures in the wizarding world.

Gellert Grindelwald, the first generation of Dark Lord, once dominated the continent of Europa. Of course, he was later defeated by his friend and rival, Dumbledore, the King of Yangko in England.

He was imprisoned here after his failure. It has been decades since Dumbledore came here last time. He stepped into the forbidden area of ​​the castle with a little nostalgia. There are countless people here. Spells and injunctions to make sure Grindelwald doesn't run away again, which he did once.

"For the greater good." Dumbledore scanned the characters engraved on the wall, shook his head slightly, and then walked slowly into the shadow of the castle.

"Dumbledore?" The ragged old man sat on a broken stool, holding a wooden stick from nowhere in his hand.

He seems to be teasing two ants on the table.

"Grindelwald." Dumbledore slowly read the old man's name, and then approached slowly, "Long time no see."

Grindelwald turned his face away, his strange-colored pupils looked extraordinarily energetic, and life in prison didn't seem to make him decadent.

"What are you doing here?" Grindelwald knew very well what the man in front of him was thinking, and he would never come here for nothing, "Or did something else happen?"

The last time Dumbledore came here, he told him a somewhat funny story about a crazy guy claiming to be his successor, um, Tom Riddle?Or Voldemort.

"It's not a bad thing." Dumbledore said after thinking for a while, "It's related to Hogwarts."

"Hehe." Grindelwald laughed twice, and replied with a hint of mockery: "It seems that you have recruited another incredible guy..."

His predictions were always right, which is why Dumbledore came to him.

He wears many names, but beneath those high-profile titles he is also an accomplished seer, a prophetic magus.

I just don't know whether he foresees his own failure or not, and the reason for his failure...

"You're right." Dumbledore pulled his thoughts back. He looked at Grindelwald solemnly and said, "But it's not a student, but a professor." As he spoke, he took out a black s hair.

"Where did he get it?" Ash glanced at the author.

"That's how the plot is arranged." The author stuck his head out from under the quilt.

Ahem, let's get the story back on track.

"You look confused." Grindelwald smiled and took the hair. "I need a wand."

Dumbledore nodded and handed him the elder wand in his hand. He didn't seem to worry about Grindelwald's escape.

"Familiar friend." Grindelwald nodded slightly, flicked the wand with his right hand, and finally caught the end of the wand.

He waved his wand a few times in a slightly unfamiliar way, bringing out a little spark.

After getting familiar with the feel, he pointed his wand at the hair on the table and flicked it lightly like an artist. His eyes glowed faintly. If he had his help during the Halloween dinner, it might not just be the little girl. The wizard couldn't sleep.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald silently, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, Grindelwald blinked, and he handed the wand to Dumbledore without the slightest bit of nostalgia, "I saw something...you will definitely need it."

"But." Dumbledore received slowly, "What do you need?"

Grindelwald laughed loudly. He stood up and tidied up the ragged robe on his body. "It seems to be getting colder and colder here..." he muttered.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded, he would not reject Grindelwald, just as Grindelwald would not reject him.

"Also..." Grindelwald stretched out a finger, indicating that his request was not over yet, "I hope to read a Prophet newspaper every day." He said with a smile, not at all like he was in the past.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded slowly, "I can even prepare a cup of tea for you." He seemed to have opened up the conversation.

"Oh." Grindelwald laughed, "Damn British..." He muttered, and then he picked up the wooden stick on the table, "One last request."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, and he nodded for Grindelwald to continue.

"I want a big box," Grindelwald said.

"Why?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald a little strangely, and for a moment he found that he didn't understand the man's thoughts, which was rare before.

"My two ants need extra space." Dumbledore was taken aback by Grindelwald's words. "Introduce, this is Albus, and this is Marvolo."

Dumbledore frowned subconsciously, Marvolo was Voldemort's middle name.

"Sometimes I wonder who will win between the two of them..." Grindelwald said slowly, "Albus has rich experience, while Marvolo has more energy."

"Abu Si wants to keep his position, what he needs is not to wait..." Grindelwald poked the ant with a wooden stick, "It needs to use the method of thunder..."

"Instead of waiting for new ants to beat it."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with thought in his eyes, he paused for a few seconds and said, "I promise you."

Grindelwald smiled, he knew very well that Dumbledore would not change because of his few words, "That would be the best." He said lightly.

Dumbledore ignored his words, but continued: "What did you see in the prophecy?"

Grindelwald sat down slowly, the wooden stick was thrown aside by him, and the sunlight shone on his skinny fingers through the cracks in the wall.

"It's interesting to say." He looked at Dumbledore and said, "I saw a flame... and darkness." He thought for a while and then said: "But what you are worried about... there is no trace of what happened .”

Dumbledore was silent for a while, "Thank you for your help." His mood improved a lot.

"I didn't expect you to believe in prophecies," Grindelwald said wryly. "This last prophecy is for nothing, Albus." He looked at the ants on the table as he said this.

"A real king uses his own death as a bargaining chip."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, closed his eyes, and said nothing as if he was tired.

Dumbledore nodded slowly, and then left. He knew what he wanted to know from Grindelwald. As for other things, as Grindelwald expected, he would not change.

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