Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 169 In Nurmengard

"Tick, tick, tick."

Sewage dripped onto the hard plank bed where he was sleeping, making disturbing noises. Gellert Grindelwald stared at the small gap in the ceiling with no sadness or joy on his face.

Rainy night reminded him of many things.

"boom!"

All of a sudden, there was thunder and a deafening sound.

Gellert's blind eye reflected silver lightning.

He sat still, like a silent statue.

"boom!"

Another thunderclap.

The gap in the ceiling seems to have cracked a bit.
Gellert Grindelwald, this old man at the end of his life, finally made a move.

I saw him slowly standing up from the hard plank bed, stretching his waist, as if he was preparing for something.

"boom!"

There was a third thunderclap.

The corners of Gellert's withered mouth twitched upwards slightly.

Time is up.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In an instant, the whole world seemed to come alive.

Nurmengard began to tremble violently.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sirens sounded everywhere, and the guards who woke up from their sleep seemed a little confused about the situation. Only the constantly flashing red light reminded them that there was turmoil in this castle that had never been set foot in decades.

Gellert Grindelwald.

The only war criminal they are responsible for guarding is about to escape from prison!
"Help! Let the Ministry of Magic come quickly!"

"Wait, shouldn't we go and see first"

"Where is the enemy? Where is our enemy?"

Decades of peace have completely degraded these guards into silverfish who only know how to pass the time with poker and alcohol.

Nurmengard, which was not allowed to be guarded by non-elites in the past, has now completely become a place for Ministry of Magic members to relax and retire, and finally earn a fortune for their seniority.

No one thought that Gellert would escape from prison, and no one thought that he would reveal his hidden ambition again after 47 years of defeat!
"Farewell, my old friend."

There was a lot of noise outside, and the chaos became a mess.

But Gellert was very calm.

He seemed like an old man about to go far away, saying goodbye to his home.

Nurmengard, indeed, was his home.

It was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future.

He hoped that one day when his life was exhausted, he could return to this place—to the place that brought him glory, power, and humiliation.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath, Gellert tore off his torn sack-like clothes, revealing his skinny upper body.He is like a skeleton with no flesh on his body.

Standing quietly in the prison cell, his aura became different from that old man who was sluggishly waiting to die.

In the darkness, like a torch that has not been completely extinguished, he is emitting the last light and heat.

"Stop, don't move!"

Rao's instinct for fighting has been smoothed out by the comfortable life. Those guards are not stupid after all, and they know who the most important person in this prison is.

As soon as Gellert arrived at the door of the cell, seven guards hurried over raised their wands, warning the former Dark Lord not to act rashly.

"You should know that this is futile, you can't stop me."

Gellert bent slightly, leaned against the cell door and spoke softly, like a most ordinary old man.

He looked at the guards, there was no hatred or contempt in his eyes, only endless gentleness.

"Life is precious, my compatriots, every drop of a wizard's blood is extremely precious, and I don't want it to be shed for frivolous things."

His voice was hoarse, and he didn't speak for a long time, which made many words in his words intermittent, which made it a bit awkward to listen to.

But for some reason, the faces of those guards suddenly changed, and the hostility on their bodies was inexplicably much less.

"Be careful, this is the dark lord's spiritual suggestion!"

The head guard gritted his teeth and reminded his companion loudly that the hand holding the wand couldn't help bursting out with blue veins.

Bewitching, invisible magic!

Howling, he stepped forward and pressed his wand firmly to Gellert's head.

"I warn you, if you say another word, I will make you look good!"

"Why, my countrymen, we were never enemies.

You know, in all these decades, I have never given you any trouble. "

As if the touch on his forehead didn't exist, Gellert smiled without the slightest irritation.

"Everyone who has the blood of a wizard, I regard him as family.

You shouldn't be so rude to your family. "

"To shut up!"

Gellert's reaction disturbed the guard.

Even though the wand was in his hand, seeing that smile made him feel like he was the one being threatened.

"Ha ha."

The old man smiled and really stopped talking.

But his silence does not mean the end of the matter, on the contrary, it represents the beginning.
"Dizzy!" "All petrified!" "Dizzy"

Except for the guard who threatened Gellert, three of the remaining six guards pointed their wands at the unsuspecting companion.

The magic light flashed, and the guard who pressed his wand against Gellert's forehead couldn't help but turn around, his expression as if struck by lightning.

"How could this be?"

why!
Why do colleagues who get along day and night suddenly rebel?
The guard took a few steps back in a daze, facing the three magic wands pointing at him, smiled wryly, and lowered his hands helplessly.

Half of the six colleagues are ghosts, so why bother.

"Squeak."

The iron door was wide open, and Gellert stepped out of the cell with his shirt on and bare feet—this was the first time he had stepped out of this small room in more than 40 years.

The three guards looked at the old man frantically, and their breathing suddenly became short of breath.

"I said, we are not enemies, so don't be nervous."

Gellert smiled gently and patted the guard on the shoulder.

"Reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic are coming soon, and you can't escape here."

The guard gritted his teeth, and there was still a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

As soon as reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrive, this farce can come to an end.

"No, they can't come, and they won't know what happened."

Gellert shook his head, as if describing the most ordinary trifle.

After a pause, he raised a finger and corrected.

"Also, I'm not running away, I'm just going out for a walk, this is my home, I live here, the Ministry of Magic has never locked me up.

This point, they themselves understand. "

Yu Luo, he didn't care about the guard's reaction, and nodded friendlyly to the three people who responded to him.

"Thank you, my compatriots."

"Mr. Grindelwald!"

The three guards seemed very excited. If there were no enemies around, they might have bowed their heads.

"Let's go, there are still people waiting for us."

Getler raised his hand, indicating that there is no need to say more.

"Hehe, I have been stable for more than 40 years. I don't know how many old friends still remember me."

(End of this chapter)