Wizarding Journey from Hogwarts

At the dining table at No. 4 Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley was woken up early in the morning by the sound in Harry's room. He was roaring, "This is the third time. If you can't control it, Just let it go!"

Harry explained in a low voice, "It just wants to go out and fly. It's too stuffy inside."

Dursley's face was gloomy, "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. Just stay here and put away your crooked ideas!"

Harry could only suffer in silence, knowing that it would be unwise to conflict with the Dursleys at this time, because this was his only place to live.

He had just had a vacation, and it felt like centuries had passed. Every minute was so difficult. He would rather face Voldemort again now than see this family again.

He had never hated anyone so much. Even Draco would stand up in front of him in times of crisis.

He could guarantee that if Dudley had been by his side at that time, he would have been so scared that his legs would become weak and he would collapse to the ground. He would not even have the strength to stand up and run away, and he might even wet his pants in fear.

Thinking of this, Harry felt a lot better. It was a pity that his wand, books and broom were all locked in the cabinet. Otherwise, it would be better to take them out to practice magic, or even just read the textbooks, which would be better than doing chores and so on. Work.

Just don't know what they are doing?Ron seems to be going on a trip with his family. Hermione must be reading at home. Neville will probably be locked up at home, but he shouldn't have to do housework. Could Jean be studying new spells again?

And Draco... I don't know what pure-blood children do at home. Can they just wave their wands and release magic to their heart's content?

"Why are you still standing there in a daze? Go clear the table quickly!" Dursley's roar interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he could only clear the table honestly.

Unlike Harry's place, Draco's family had also just finished breakfast.

Lucius looked at his son seriously, "Are you serious? That man is very dangerous!"

"Yes," Draco said with certainty, "Now in the entire magical world, I can't think of anyone else who can compete with Dumbledore and Voldemort in terms of strength. Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else. After checking the books yesterday, I am even more convinced. at this point."

Lucius fell silent. Draco's idea was too bold and not in line with his steady development path.

He was willing to become a Death Eater because he took a fancy to Voldemort's great strength. He could use this identity to greatly expand the family's influence. However, if he joined Dumbledore's side, he would not be able to achieve this goal.

Now that Voldemort is very likely to return, and repositioning himself as a Death Eater, perhaps he can best protect his own interests.

But if he suddenly defected and looked for another supporter at this time, the risks and unknown factors involved would be too great, but his son had already offended Voldemort, which made him feel extremely stressed.

Lucius raised his head and glanced at his wife and son sitting across from him. He wanted to kill this cheating thing, but the matter was over, so he might as well overturn the table and fight for the Malfoy family again!

"Pack your things, we'll leave in a minute."

Draco stood up excitedly and ran back to the room.

……

Nurmengard, a fortress on the border of Germany and Austria, has been turned into a prison.

It seems that no one is living here, it is lifeless, and it looks particularly eerie in the night.

A magic car drove to the door at this time.

"Sir, we're here." The driver got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for the people in the back seat.

Two people, one large and one small, got down from the back seat. They all had light blond hair. They were Lucius and Draco and his son.

After the two got off the car, they walked straight into the fortress, all the way up, and finally came to a room on the top floor.

squeak~

Lucius pushed open the door. Under the faint moonlight, a decadent old man collapsed on a simple bed made of several wooden boards.

Draco looked at the scene in the room, frowned, looked at the old man and asked, "Are you Gellert Grindelwald?"

The old man raised his head and saw a father and son at the door, and paid no attention to them.

"Is this what the legendary first-generation Demon King looked like? What's the difference between him and the Muggle homeless man on the street?"

Draco tried to use words to irritate him, but the old man didn't respond at all, as if he couldn't hear him.

"Perhaps you have looked past everything. Fame, power, and ideals are no longer important, but Dumbledore has found his successor. You have already lost once, don't you want to win it back?"

Draco looked at the old man's face and recalled what Gene had said to him before the holiday.

"Draco, since you have given up on Voldemort, there are only two options before you. One is to join Dumbledore's side, but doing so also means that you have to give up everything in the family; the other is to join Dumbledore's side. Find a way out, find an equally strong backer, and give yourself enough room to grow."

"What about you? Will you follow Voldemort?" Draco asked.

"No, Voldemort is just a stepping stone for me. I will use his power to strengthen myself, just like Harry needs the power of Dumbledore."

Draco understood. He really needed a strong help now, because he was no longer willing to be someone's follower. "Then who should I go to?"

"The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald!"

Draco was a little surprised when he heard this name. After all, this was a person that everyone in the wizarding world had heard of. "He's not dead yet?"

Gene smiled and said, "Dumbledore is not dead yet, how could he die?"

Draco was a little confused, "Then how do I convince him?"

"It's very simple. His only wish in life now is to defeat Dumbledore. Everything else has no appeal to him!"

Back to the present, after Draco finished speaking as Gene said, he kept watching the old man's every move, but there was still no change in him.

He sighed softly, "Since you are willing to be suppressed by Dumbledore forever, there is nothing you can do about it. Dad, let's go." After saying that, he was ready to pull Lucius and leave.

This feels like going to buy clothes and bargaining for them. If they don’t sell, I’ll leave...

"Wait a moment!"

As soon as the two of them turned around, an old voice came from behind them, as if they were stimulated by the content.

"Boy, it's always me who's up there. Also, what's your name?"

Draco turned around and smiled triumphantly, "Draco Malfoy, pureblood, first year of Slytherin House at Hogwarts."