HP solves the mystery

Voldemort followed the route he heard and arrived at Nurmengard three days later.

Nurmengard Prison is located in a mountain forest. The outside of this prison is guarded by Muggles. It is easy for wizards to sneak into it, and there is no one else on the tower except the guards.

Regulus, who had been waiting in the hotel all night, opened his sleepy eyes. After washing, he was summoned by Voldemort.

"Regulus, you can go on your own and return to London in seven days." Voldemort suppressed his anger at not finding anyone and softened his tone, "Have fun."

Voldemort wears a silver mask, which makes it difficult to tell whether he is happy or angry.

Although Regulus didn't know Voldemort's plan, he still agreed with a low eyebrow. After all, he had no right to say no.

When someone opened the door and went out, Voldemort stood in front of the window with a gloomy face and looked at the sky for a while, then disappeared into the room the next moment.

On a snow-capped mountain in western Austria, a black shadow suddenly appeared in mid-air and flew towards a huge, quaint castle not far away.

Since he already knew the location of the castle, the secrecy spell he cast had no effect on him.

The castle looked not far away, but it took Voldemort a lot of time to get there. Fortunately, with the blessing of magic, he would not be discovered by the Muggles at the foot of the mountain during his movements.

He flew to the outskirts of the castle and felt the familiar magic power fluctuations, so he had to slowly fall down and walk forward.

The castle door opened automatically, and the old butler in a tuxedo appeared at the door.

"Sir, please come in. The master has been waiting for you for a long time." The old butler said respectfully, and made a gesture of inviting you in with his white-gloved hand.

Voldemort raised his brows upon hearing this, feeling wary. Not much was known about his coming to Austria. Even if his whereabouts were leaked, there was no reason to do so quickly.

The old butler straightened his back and looked at Voldemort with a smile, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

"Mr. Riddle, please rest assured, our master has no bad intentions..." The old butler's cloudy eyes saw through his heart, and he joked with a smile, "I am a squib, and all the servants in the castle have been put on leave, so you can rest assured. .”

The pupils under Voldemort's mask shrank, knowing that the other party had a problem with him, otherwise he wouldn't have made these arrangements, so he followed the old butler into the castle.

It was warm inside the castle, in stark contrast to the cold outside.

There are expensive porcelain and oil paintings everywhere, and even the curtains are made of smooth silk.

The old housekeeper took the people to the second floor in a hurry. After opening the door, what caught your attention was an exquisite crystal chandelier, which illuminated the room very brightly.

One wall of the room is full of books, the other side is filled with exquisite sculptures and paintings, and there is a large Chinese-style clock next to the fireplace.

The old man sitting by the fireplace turned around and was shocked by the calm aura. Instead, he ignored his old face and conspicuous heterochromatic pupils.

"Ahem, please sit down." Grindelwald looked at Voldemort, who was wearing a white mask, and pointed to the seat next to him, and then ordered the butler to make a pot of hot tea.

Voldemort looked at the old man blankly. He really didn't expect that the dark wizard who once dominated all of Europe had become so old and weak, and he was willing to imprison himself in Nurmengard for decades.

But thinking about Dumbledore's white beard at Hogwarts and the scenes of fighting for love all day long, the person in front of me is still pleasing to the eye.

Soon the butler came back, filled the water for the two of them, and stood silently as an invisible person.

"I know you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the famous Dark Lord of England." Grindelwald raised his eyelids and took a sip of hot tea, "Why do you come to me, old man?"

Voldemort's red eyes flashed and he lowered his head to sip his tea. When he saw the old man again, the words he had prepared were not very effective.

"If you want me to teach you any experience, I don't have any." Grindelwald laughed. There were many people who came to him after being imprisoned, all in order to gain his support and connections and start another big shake-up. of.

"You are not yet a hundred years old, right?" Voldemort thought for a long time and asked an irrelevant question.

Grindelwald didn't expect the first question he asked to be so strange, so he could only nod, "Yes, there are still four years to go."

Voldemort sighed. You must know that Grindelwald is a dark wizard with powerful magic who almost burned down the city of Paris. He has become so old, so his magic power must have weakened greatly. Maybe his pursuit of immortality is not wrong.

"I want to ask you, why did you choose...well..." Voldemort organized his words in his heyday, "Why did he lose? Could it be...for the Deathly Hallows..." He almost completed his rule, but in Finally let go.

When Grindelwald heard this, displeasure flashed in his eyes, and his whole body became colder.

The old butler behind him broke into a cold sweat at Voldemort's bold words. He really dared to say anything.

"For the greater good." Grindelwald said softly, as if he didn't care about the war he caused. "We should not hide under the law. We are all free, powerful, and unrestrained. "..." He said with nostalgia, "Wizards should dominate the world and guide social changes..."

Voldemort pursed his lips and said nothing. He was doing what he said. Strength comes first.

"I know you, Mr. Marvolo." Grindelwald repeated again, placing his fingers on the Daily Prophet on his lap, "You seem to underestimate the power of Muggles... You know... the law is not to protect Muggles. Damn..."

"I don't know why you are so prejudiced against Muggles, and I don't know why you value bloodlines so much..." He murmured to himself, looking at the silver mask Voldemort was wearing, "Your Excellency, you'd better take off your mask. , It’s really impolite to talk like this…”

Voldemort originally wanted to refute that he was only interested in strength, saying that the 'pure blood theory' was all to better control his subordinates. But when he thought about his prejudice against Muggles, he felt that it was inexplicable. He just didn't like it, and it was a big group of people to keep them as coolies after he ruled the wizarding world.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I don't think you want to see my face..." Voldemort said calmly, wondering why the topic turned to masks after talking for so long.

Grindelwald said nothing, just looked at Voldemort while drinking tea.

The red light in Voldemort's eyes became even brighter, and he finally took off his mask.

Most of the burns on his face have disappeared, and now he looks weirdly twisted like wax, making him look pale and old.

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, and something flashed through his eyes.

"Have you used advanced black magic on yourself?" Grindelwald said firmly, taking the tarot card handed over by the old butler with his left hand and shaking it towards Voldemort, "Are you interested in letting me do a divination for you? ?”

When Voldemort heard this, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he could only suppress it because he was probably in the opponent's castle.

"It's an honor." Voldemort nodded. He never believed in divination or prophecy. He only believed in himself.

Grindelwald smiled kindly, Voldemort was just a child in front of him, and he didn't take the threat to heart at all.

"What do you want to divine?" Grindelwald asked, the tarot cards in his hand flying.

"About the future...about myself..." Voldemort lowered his eyebrows and casually named seven numbers, waiting for the results of the divination.

Power, Priestess (inverted), Wheel of Fortune, Death, Lovers (upright), Devil and Tower.

Grindelwald looked at the scene with too many soul cards. He looked at Voldemort's mottled face, and he had some guesses in his heart.

In the long history, many dark wizards have tried to make Horcruxes, and his family has many records. The injuries on this one's face are too obvious, and the magic power all over his body is still leaking out, so it is easy to guess.

Before Voldemort came, he used tarot cards to perform divination for himself, knowing that this person would have a fatal relationship with him, otherwise he would not easily let him in to meet him.

"How is my future?" Seeing that Grindelwald had been silent for a long time, Voldemort took the initiative to ask.

Grindelwald sighed, not quite understanding what young people think nowadays.

"You are not complete now, Mr. Marvolo." Grindelwald said tactfully, winking at the old butler beside him, "The scope of divination is too wide to say."

Voldemort frowned slightly, his already twisted face looked even weirder, and a violent red light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" Voldemort asked in a low voice, trying hard to suppress his anger. His mood was always up and down.

Grindelwald put away the tarot cards, put on gold-rimmed glasses, his bearded face lost its kindness, and his whole person became yuppie.

"Mr. Marvolo, you have stayed here long enough. It's time to leave." Grindelwald stood up with a smile, shook the cuffs of his shirt, glanced at him again with his heterochromatic eyes, turned and walked out the door. , there is no sign of aging in that vigorous and flying figure.

Voldemort's red eyes flashed. After putting on the mask, he took out a bag of information from his body and handed it to the old butler, then strode away.

The meeting between the two demon kings ended in such a confused way.

Although Voldemort didn't get the answer he wanted, Grindelwald's words planted seeds in his heart.

He should change his attitude towards Muggles, he thought.

"Sir, this is what Mr. Marvolo left when he left." The old housekeeper came to the flower room and handed the information respectfully.

Grindelwald looked at the white edelweiss with a sense of loss.

He heard that Voldemort had left some information, and he took it and flipped through it without paying much attention. However, when he saw the photo on a certain page, his body froze, and the information in his hand was crumpled.

How did Albus, who was slender, tall, attractive (crossed out), handsome, with a pair of bright and clear blue eyes, turn into a long-bearded, garishly dressed, and stubborn old man?

Grindelwald silently thought, could it be that he was too hard hit after the 'breakup'? Or did you change your image in order to teach and educate people?

You know, if it weren't for Voldemort's arrival, he would still be a beautiful uncle now. Who wants to be a bad old man...

But complaints were complaints, so he continued reading.

Regulus on the other side was a little confused. The originally agreed seven days was now only the third day, and they were about to go back.

Fortunately, he bought some specialties while wandering here and had an explanation when he went back.

Voldemort didn't say much and just took Regulus back to London.

Regulus didn't have to mention how to explain to his family after returning home, but Voldemort secretly took Nagini back to Gaunt's old house.

The sky in London is still gloomy, and those small shops that look very cozy when the lights are on have become the first choice of customers.

Severus tightened his coat tightly, and the wind blowing from all directions lifted his long hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

[Hiss...Severus...I smell a strange smell...] ​​The basilisk Herbo was sleeping in the pocket of his clothes, spitting out the letter.

"You smell something delicious, right?" Severus complained expressionlessly. He had seen this trick too many times in the past month or so. The last time he went to Zhang Mingyuan's restaurant, the snake almost killed him. All the pork in the kitchen was eaten.

[No, it smells like a strange snake...] The basilisk argued.

"Yeah, let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to participate in shooting training. I'll take you home first!" Severus answered perfunctorily and walked quickly towards the small living room.

There was busy traffic around, women with children scolded them not to run the red light, and some high school students were chattering about which bar they wanted to go to.

None of them noticed the strange man wearing a silver mask and a white snake coiled around his shoulders.

The man's eyes swept across the crowd, and when he saw a certain boy, he stayed a little longer, and followed him as he walked forward.

"Shooting hobby club?" The strange man whispered the name on the building, with violence flashing in his eyes, as if he was remembering those who shot guns when he was a child and during the war.

Maybe he really shouldn't look down on Muggles. He was like this, and he was curious about what the boy was doing there, so he cast the Disillusionment Charm and entered the club.

Severus had been practicing for several weeks. He put on earplugs and goggles very skillfully, walked to the training room with the gun, and practiced shooting under the guidance of the instructor.

It was a coincidence that when he revealed to Zhang Mingyuan that he wanted to learn marksmanship, the barrister Li Ming came over to look for someone. When he heard that he needed a coach, he directly handed over his business card, saying that it was a club run by veterans, which was suitable. he.

Then he paid the membership fee and started training at the club. Although he couldn't be taken away, when he reached age and got a gun license, everything would be easy.

"Bang bang bang."

The bullets left traces on the target, lingering around the fifth and sixth rings.

Severus was quite satisfied with this result. He didn't spend much time training.

The strange man walked around the club and saw different types of guns from what he remembered. Although he was surprised by the power of those weapons, he still felt that magic was more powerful. After all, not many Muggles owned weapons.

He quietly looked at the young man who was training with a red face and brighter eyes, thinking about whether shooting is so fun? After watching it for a while, I felt really bored and disappeared with a wave of my wand.

Severus was unaware of the voyeurism of the man beside him. After the training, he squeezed his sore arms, chose a restaurant and went in.