Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Although Nurmengard looks huge from the outside, just like the vampire castle built on a cliff described in Muggle stories, once you get inside you will find that there is really not much space here.

Even the entrance at the bottom was just like an ordinary classroom, with a staircase taking up one third of the space. It became even smaller when one reached the top, and it seemed that the only thing keeping Grindelwald company was that thin, bare blanket.

It can be seen that there should have been a bed sheet before, but it has been torn into pieces now.

Kyle hesitated for a long time. Perhaps because Grindelwald's current appearance was too pitiful, he took out a few pieces of parchment and put them on the ground. After thinking for a while, he took out a bottle of ink.

"You might need this, too."

In this place, even bed sheets are used instead of letter paper, and there is definitely no ink. When Grindelwald talked about writing a letter, it was most likely that he just smeared blood on the bed sheets.

As for how he sent the letter, Kyle didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

"Aha, thank you," Grindelwald grinned.

"You're welcome," Kyle said. He paused. "If you do anything extra..."

"Will you kill me?" Grindelwald seemed to have heard some very interesting joke and laughed, "I have heard this kind of words many times... Different people have said the same thing to me at different times.

"But you are the bravest one. Those people before didn't even dare to stay in front of me for one more minute, even though I didn't even have a wand."

"No, you misunderstood. I won't try to kill you." Kyle shook his head.

Grindelwald shifted his body as if he had not expected Kyle to say that. "So you're going to let me go?"

"I guess so." Kyle said, "You are a trouble, and I don't want to touch you for now, but if you use the things I gave you to escape, I can't just sit back and pretend nothing happened."

"So, what do you want to do?" Grindelwald asked with interest, as if expecting some interesting answer from Kyle.

"I will deal with Professor Dumbledore," Kyle said calmly. "Once you leave here, I will send him to another 'Nurmengarde' so that you will never be able to meet or even communicate with each other."

“Ha, ha, ha…” Grindelwald laughed twice, and fell back onto the blanket. “Your idea… is much more difficult than killing me.”

“No, no, it may be difficult for others, but it’s different for me.” Kyle stretched out his hand and used magic to manifest a golden line.

"Oh... Contract Magic?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to say?"

"The other side of the contract is Professor Dumbledore."

For some reason, the person in front of me seemed a little angry and clutched the blanket tightly.

But he didn't care and continued calmly, "Besides, this contract magic once saved his life. If I were to be thick-skinned and ask him to return this life, do you think Professor Dumbledore would agree with his character?"

"You want to kill him?"

Kyle felt the air around him suddenly become cold, as if countless knives were pointing at him at the same time.

Moreover, this shouldn't be an illusion...even though the man in front of him was so thin that only a skeleton was left, and even though he didn't even have a magic wand.

The cat-leopard and the leopard that had been following behind let out shrill screams at the same time, broke open the door and rushed in.

"Oh, Nundu, what a dangerous animal." Grindelwald said calmly, "You are very similar to another person I know. Like you, he is always surrounded by various magical animals.

"But do you think they can protect you?"

"I think it's okay." Kyle remained calm on the surface, touched the necks of the cat-leopard and the leopard, and signaled them to relax and not be nervous.

"Of course, I won't kill Professor Dumbledore. After all, he is my headmaster and has taught me a lot. I can't do anything to him."

Kyle said, “It’s just that I will take him to a place that is much bigger than here, with sunshine, forests, wide open spaces and all kinds of animals.

"It's just that that place can't communicate with the outside world, and I guarantee that even if someone turns the entire wizarding world upside down, they won't be able to find him."

"Then no one can stop me." Grindelwald said, his tone full of confidence. "No one can stop me except Albus."

"As long as it makes you uncomfortable, I don't care." Kyle shrugged. "At worst, we can all hide in there, and let you and Voldemort fight each other."

"Dog bites dog... That's too much." Grindelwald seemed to lose interest suddenly and lay back on the blanket. "Well, you win. It's a terrible threat, but I really just want to write a letter. I don't want to do anything else."

“I hope so,” Kyle said.

Then he prepared to leave.

"and many more."

Grindelwald called him again, "You should have met Wenda and the others on your way here."

"If you mean the people who followed you sixty years ago, I have seen them," Kyle said. "At the entrance of the forest, there were twelve of them, all of them extremely old."

"It's not following, it's cooperation... Never mind, you probably don't want to hear this." Grindelwald said, "Since you gave me the letter, I'll give you a piece of advice. When you go out later, they will catch you and force you to tell them how you got in here."

"I know." Kyle nodded, "They have been following me since I got here."

"You can detect them?" Grindelwald was a little surprised. "It's not that I look down on you, but Wenda was a leading wizard even sixty years ago, and she has experienced countless battles. I don't think she would expose herself in front of you."

“But we are not the only ones in this forest,” Kyle said, vaguely answering Grindelwald’s question.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Grindelwald grinned, revealing his dirty teeth. "It's good that you found out. This is your first test. If you want to save Albus, you must show your strength...

"Oh, by the way, because of Nicolas Flamel and Albus's masterpiece, Apparition is prohibited within a twenty-mile radius of here. Don't even think about escaping with a dragon, they will kill your dragon."

"But you don't have to worry. As long as you bring her here, I will save your life. This is the reward for Mo Mo."

"Can't I just kill them?" Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Although it may sound a bit boastful, I am quite strong and have even won the Triwizard Tournament."

"Kill Wenda? Good idea." Grindelwald sneered, "A wizard's wand will not rust and become dull over time, it will only become sharper. If you can do it, go ahead and give it a try."

Grindelwald stopped talking after that. He carefully dipped his hand into some ink and stared at the parchment in a daze, as if he was thinking about what to write.

Kyle also left the room, went back up the stairs to the entrance, pushed the door open and walked out.

After he came outside, he paused slightly, and a Billywig worm flew over unsteadily and landed on Kyle's shoulder, making a slight squeaking sound.

"Is it only nine people I can see?" Kyle frowned. "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

He couldn't understand why Nico couldn't just give him a key to a port near Nurmengard, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the trouble later.

"Really."

Kyle sighed helplessly, turned his head again to look at the tower behind him, took out the fire crossbow, and jumped off the cliff.

If the dragons don't work, then the brooms should be fine. Kyle doesn't believe they can be faster than the Firebolt...

Just as I was thinking about it, a dazzling green light suddenly shot up into the sky from below. The dazzling magic was like a meteor shooting up from below, illuminating half of the forest.

Kyle had only seen a killing curse of this degree on Voldemort.

He cursed in his heart, but had to stop sweeping the broom.

Because the direction of the curse was not far in front of him, it was a warning. If he didn't stop, it was uncertain where the next killing curse would fall.

Kyle could only turn around and fall back to the ground.

He jumped off his broom, and before he could stand firmly, a group of people surrounded him...the same people he saw at the entrance of the forest, all of them were here.

"Nice to meet you again, this... Beauxbatons graduate." The witch came over.

She changed into a blue robe that was many years out of fashion and tied her hair into a round bun.

"Oh no, I should call you a Hogwarts graduate. Beauxbatons can't produce students like you."

"How did you know?" Kyle asked.

"Because I graduated from Beauxbatons." The witch straightened her clothes, "But I don't see any familiar feeling in you."

"Well, I should have said Durmstrang." Kell shook his head in annoyance.

"In fact, we also have students from Durmstrang here." Another older wizard said, "Boy, you dare to lie to us."

His whole body was hunched over, and he felt like he couldn't even walk steadily, but his hand was firmly holding his wand.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" Kyle laughed, "Magical animal scholars, do you know how many legs a cat-leopard has?"

"Nonsense, of course it has four legs." the man blurted out.

"It's six, idiot."

"Who are you kidding? Only spiders have six legs."

"The spider has eight."

Looking at the quarreling people, Kyle's mouth twitched unconsciously. He didn't expect these people to be so funny.

"Shut up." The witch scolded, ending the farce. "Okay, we are even now. Now let's talk business. Can you please tell me how to enter the tower? In return, we will pay you a huge amount of gold. How about that?"

"What tower... I don't understand what you are saying?" Kyle blinked.

"I don't want to waste time." The witch raised her hand. "Perhaps the Cruciatus Curse can make you smarter."

"Wait, I'll tell you." Kyle raised his hand quickly, "But before that, can you tell me your name? You already know that I'm a student at Hogwarts, so I have to know who you are too."

"Amara," the witch said.

"I want the real name."

The witch was silent for a moment, "Wenda Rosier."

It was indeed her, the famous Black Rose of France, Grindelwald's most loyal follower, and one of the few famous people in Beauxbatons.

"Can you tell me now? I want the answer."

"Of course, after all, we agreed on this." Kyle nodded, "First, you need to find a photo, a photo of Nurmengard. It has the address here. Just take a look at it, and you can push open the door."

"Where's the photo? Give it to me."

"I don't have it." Kyle spread his hands. "How could you give me such an important thing? It's in Nicolas Flamel's hands. You can go to him for it."

There was silence for a moment, and then...

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Without any hesitation, Wenda Rosier raised his hand and cast a Cruciatus Curse, heading straight for Kyle's position.

Fortunately, he was prepared and hid behind a thick tree in time.

"Or you can crawl in through the gap at the top of the tower." Kyle huddled himself as far as possible behind the tree and continued, "Although the space is not big, if you can turn yourself into a flea or a wisp of smoke, you can still squeeze in."

Kyle's response was more curses.

This time it wasn't just Wenda Rozier, everyone else had lost their patience as well.

The tree where he was hiding was blown down by spells flying from all directions. Kyle had no choice but to continue looking for another place.

"No need to go through so much trouble." Rozier's voice came from behind, "There is an easier way. All you have to do is lead us there... and catch him!"

The encirclement began to shrink, but while she was talking, Kyle also found an opportunity.

In the current situation, he had to find a way to break out first. He chose a lame wizard as a breakthrough point. Although it was a bit unkind, he couldn't care less about that at this moment.

Kyle raised his wand and the surrounding trees began to grow wildly. The saplings that were as thick as a wrist grew into buckets in the blink of an eye, and the adult trees became like millstones, instantly blocking everyone's sight.

As Kyle's main target, the lame wizard was immediately entangled by the twisted and wriggling branches, and the sharp branches pierced his body like spears.

As followers of Grindelwald sixty years ago, these wizards were not inexperienced opponents like werewolves. After the initial surprise, they quickly thought of countermeasures.

A flame burst out from the tip of the wand...

"Be careful." Kyle warned: "Using the Fiery Curse here will affect Nurmengardri."

Almost subconsciously, the man immediately interrupted his magic.

Kyle also took the opportunity to run past him and snatched his wand without any hesitation. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the thick branch turned into a big mouth full of fangs, biting down on the opponent's leg.

"Click..."

"Ah!" The shrill cry of pain echoed in the forest.

"Tron...damn it!"

The ground beneath the witch's feet rose and turned into huge stone chains, tying up all the still squirming trees and fixing them firmly in place.

With her help, the others quickly broke free and gathered around.

"Trump!"

One of them ran over to the wizard whose wand Kyle had taken away and checked his injuries.

"The leg was broken, bitten off." The man's eyes were red, "This method is cruel enough, is he really a student taught by Dumbledore?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" said another wizard. "We are enemies. It's pretty good now. Although this injury looks scary, it can be cured by using bone spirit and other magic potions. Under the circumstances, he could easily kill Trang."

"He did it on purpose." Wenda Rozier came over.

"Don't forget, there are often Voldemorts and Chimeras here. Trang's wand was stolen and his leg was broken. If no one is looking after him, he will probably be killed by these beasts."

"But this way, there will be two fewer people chasing him at once."

"What a smart child... But this is the only chance to save him." Wenda Rosier suddenly laughed, and she turned her fingers slightly, pointing the wand at Trang on the ground.

"No, Amara, Wenda..." The two people next to him blurted out, "Please, we are the only ones still alive. It's been sixty years. Can we just treat him as dead?"

"That won't do..." Wenda Rosier said meaningfully, closing her eyes and twirling the wand between her fingers.

"You stay and take care of Trang." She opened her eyes again and looked at the wizard who had just spoken. "Everyone else, come with me to bring our guest back. Don't let him wander around in the dangerous forest alone."

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