Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 170 Spiritual Reminder
It's still raining.

Gellert walked out of Nurmengard Castle slowly, letting the rain fall on him.

Very cold, very cold.

but.
feel good.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I have arranged everything. Don't worry, they won't know what happened here."

When the person in charge saw Gellert, he quickly stepped forward and bowed his head in salute.

"Ah."

Gellert nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard, this is what I should do!"

After hearing this, the person in charge of responding immediately showed an excited expression.

But he also knew that now was not the time to chat, so he waved his hand and summoned a carriage, opened the door himself, and invited Gellert to get into the carriage.

"Mr. Zod is waiting for you."

After a pause, he took a deep breath.

"Welcome back, Mr. Grindelwald."

Gellert, who was covered in water but extremely clean, smiled, bent down and walked into the carriage.

"Well, I'm back."

"boom!"

Amidst the thunder, Nightwing roared.

The black carriage soared into the air.

Silver lightning flashed across the sky, reflecting the devil's eye logo on the carriage consisting of triangles, circles and vertical lines.

"Ok?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Klein's expression became extremely dangerous.

But soon, he suppressed his emotions and returned to that harmless face again.

"Hu~" "Hu~" "Hu~"

Surrounded by Draco's even breathing, Klein turned over and lay face-on on the bed.

"Precognition, hallucination, reminder."

With his hands on the pillow, he whispered something, and began to think about the dream just now.

Strange castle, blurry figures, dark night, pouring rain.
You can't be wrong, this is a reminder of your own spirituality in the dark!

"what happened?"

It has been too high-profile lately, and Klein is also very uncertain about who he has offended.

This feeling of not being in control of the situation made him very uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, I can only continue to look for other revelations in the dream."

Because it was just a vague premonition, the prerequisites for prophecy magic could not be achieved.Klein muttered to himself, made up his mind, and closed his eyes again.

Only this time, he didn't let go of his control over consciousness.

Under hypnosis and suggestion, Klein voluntarily entered the dreamland.

The dream world is very blurry, and many colors representing emotions are put together, like a paint plate that has not been cleaned.

In the ocean where spirituality and reality are intertwined, he kept sinking, and suddenly his eyes were in a trance, and he returned to his place just now.

That gray castle.

"Where is this?"

Klein, who was awake, stood still in front of the castle, looking around vigilantly. He was very sure that he had never been to this place before.

Dilapidated, decayed, overgrown with weeds.

He wasn't sure if the castle was a real place in reality, or some kind of image.

Taking a few steps forward, Klein found some additional clues.

Above the entrance to the main gate of the castle, a line of very beautiful German is engraved on a huge stone.

"For the greater good."

"Wait, here it is."

Seeing this, Klein remembered, and his expression became a little more serious.

Nurmengard.

The prison where his great-uncle was held!

"I didn't expect it to be here."

Scratching the brow with the tail of his finger, Klein smiled.

Speaking of which, he had never met his great-uncle—Gellert Grindelwald.

When Gellert Grindelwald was killed by Voldemort in the previous life, Klein was still studying magic in a small room in Berlin.

And in this life, he never thought of going to see the person who brought many misfortunes to him.

They are two lines that never intersect.
"Why can't you just settle down and die, Mr. Gellert, the consequences of causing trouble to me are very bad."

Mumbling to himself at the gate of the castle, Klein had no intention of further exploring the castle.Now that he has obtained the revelation, he can completely conduct the following investigations in the real world.

After dispelling the psychological suggestion, Klein escaped from the dream in an instant and returned to Slytherin's dormitory.

Looking at the brass alarm clock on the bedside, he calculated that if he set off now, he should be able to return to Hogwarts before dawn and catch up with a hot breakfast.

Just leave!

Klein walked gently into the bathroom of the dormitory, and disappeared without a trace.

"Phew, another peaceful night."

Raising his head from the table in a daze, Judman was stunned for more than ten seconds, and then stretched vigorously.

He was the prison guard who threatened Gellert Grindelwald with his wand!
However, he seems to have forgotten everything.

As usual, Judman put on his coat, took his wand, pushed the door out of the lounge full of wine bottles, and started his routine patrol.

It is said to be patrolling, but in fact there is nothing to patrol.

The only prisoner, Gellert Grindelwald, was so honest that he hardly looked like the Dark Lord who had started a war. Therefore, Judman's work has always been leisurely and easy.

"Ah, very good."

Passing by the cell where Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned, Judman nodded in satisfaction when he saw the crooked figure still curled up in the corner.

He turned around, just about to go back to sleep, but suddenly saw a figure.

It was a strange young man, probably in his 20s, wearing a black suit without a tie, a red silk shirt inside, and shiny leather shoes.

He smiled, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, but for some reason, Jadman instinctively felt that the smile was a little sinister, like a devil hiding its fangs.

"Stop, who are you and how did you get in!"

After a few seconds of brain shutdown, Jadman finally responded.

He raised his wand nervously, aimed at that feminine face, and roared.

"Good evening, Mr. Guard."

Klein greeted him politely, but didn't answer the other party's words. He took a step forward, and those black eyes began to emit a wave of magical power that was indescribable in words.

In an instant, the whole world began to spin.

Judman was powerless to resist, and fell directly into Klein's hypnotic magic.

" Legilimency."

Tapping the opponent's forehead with his finger, Klein closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered the opponent's memory.

After a while, he opened his eyes and his expression became a little weird.

"He escaped from prison without anyone noticing."

From the obviously altered memory of the other party, he peeled back the cocoons and restored the real situation of tonight step by step.

No wonder I was reminded by some kind of spirituality, it turned out that such a thing happened
"Gellert's jailbreak is not a good thing for me. The reputation that I have managed to gain is likely to be cleared directly with the exposure of this incident, or even dropped to a negative number!"

Klein scratched his eyebrows, analyzing the impact of Gellert's escape from prison on himself.

"It's really troublesome."

(End of this chapter)