Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra looked at the huge building so close and immediately cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

She looked around to see if there were any guards, then set her sights on the towering black fortress that broke through the clouds.

Is this Nurmengard?

There was not a single window in this building, only narrow gaps between the stones, and it was difficult for Indra to judge how many people were guarding it.

But unexpectedly, there was no guard in Nurmengard, and Indra came in easily.

The dark, dusty passage and the cells on both sides were empty, exuding the smell of mold, dust and the forgotten world.

Indra went straight to the top floor along the spiral stone staircase.

In the silent and empty prison castle, only the sound of her slight footsteps surrounded her.

At the end of the stairs leading to the tower, there was only one door, a black iron door.

The bolt handle above is no brighter than other parts, indicating that few people may have opened this door in the past few decades.

Indra looked at the door, breathing rapidly and feeling nervous.

After all, it contained a dark wizard who had committed countless massacres.

It seemed a bit too stupid to shout to ask if the people inside were still there. In Grindelwald's eyes, such a fear of death might be ridiculous.

If he's not dead yet.

Indra used her magic wand to knock on the iron door bolt without a lock, and silently recited a curse:

——The original shape appears immediately

Not a single spell.

Indra took a deep breath, grabbed the cold iron door bolt, and slowly opened the cell in the prison tower.

The light penetrated through the extremely narrow gaps in the black stone, dividing the cell into several parts, and the room was in a kind of semi-darkness.

Indra's first feeling was silence, very quiet, and at the same time a chilling feeling.

There was a bed in the corner of the room, and a thin body was curled up under a thin blanket. Indra didn't know if he was still alive, or if it was Grindelwald.

Everything in front of her looked nothing like what she had imagined.

She thought she would walk into a dark swamp of black magic, but in fact it was such a weak and unremarkable place.

The body that seemed to have only a skeleton under the thin blanket moved. He sat up and turned to face Indra. His eye sockets were sunken, and there seemed to be a trace of doubt in his eyes on his skull-like face.

"Excuse me, are you Gellert Grindelwald?" Indra asked, the wand in her hand slowly lowered.

"who are you?"

Grindelwald looked at the little girl in front of him. He knew that someone would come looking for him, but it would definitely not be her.

An accident, after so many years of unchanged prison life in his later years, he still met an unexpected visitor.

"Indra Mondsese. Dumbledore asked me to come. Do you know that he is dead?"

Indra looked at Grindelwald and said.

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore asked you to come to me?"

Disappointed, Indra could not find any expression worth pondering on Grindelwald's face, such as regret, grief, or ridicule.

This made Indra unable to judge what kind of feelings Grindelwald now had towards Dumbledore.

He was only curious about Dumbledore sending him here, and even had a sense of questioning.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I sent him a letter, but it was returned by the deceased." Grindelwald said in a daze, his voice old and hoarse.

Indra was quiet for a moment and did not ask why Grindelwald sent a letter to Dumbledore in his later years.

She handed "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to Grindelwald with the levitation spell, "This is what he bequeathed to me after his death. I want to know... Ariana, Dumbledore's sister, how did she die?" Can you tell me?"

When Grindelwald heard the name Ariana, the hand holding the book trembled, and there was a trace of regret and pain hidden in his eyes.

"It's that boy's book, Newt Scamander." He said slowly, then mechanically turned the pages.

"Is this what Dumbledore wants to tell you?"

Indra: "I think so, otherwise this book wouldn't have guided me to spend several months finding this place."

Grindelwald turned to a certain page and stopped.

Indra: "Obscura, right? Ariana is Obscurus, but how did she die? This answer may be important to resist the mysterious man."

"When I was young, I was obsessed with black magic and anything that could bring me power. In the end, because of some dangerous experiments, I hurt some Durmstrang classmates and was expelled..."

Grindelwald closed the book and actually told a story from long ago.

Indra looked out through the crack in the stone a little anxiously.

Grindelwald: "You are worried about that person. He will not come yet, at least not today."

Indra was stunned for a moment, "Did you know that the mysterious man would come to you? Why?"

Grindelwald had a contemptuous smile on his face: "He will come sooner or later. Maybe Dumbledore didn't give you a clue that I am a prophet."

In his sunken eyes, one pupil showed a different color.

"I left Durmstrang to find the whereabouts of the Deathly Hallows. That is what I have been looking for -"

Grindelwald continued, but Indra had to interrupt him, "Sorry, what are the Deathly Hallows?"

Grindelwald: "Have you heard the story of the three brothers?"

Indra: "I heard that the boss asked for an invincible wand from the God of Death, the second asked for a stone that can resurrect the dead, and the third got an invisibility cloak. You mean, you are looking for these things?"

Grindelwald: "For me at that time, the Deathly Hallows had a fatal attraction. After leaving Durmstrang, I learned from a prophecy that one of the Deathly Hallows was in Godric's Hollow, England. It just so happened that my great-aunt Basilda Bagshot lived there. This discovery made me ecstatic..."

Indra concentrated on it, right there, Godric's Hollow.

"I quickly went to Aunt Basilda's house through the portkey. She introduced me to a boy of the same age, Albus Dumbledore. Because his mother died, he had to go home to take care of his younger siblings... two Young geniuses all want to be dazzling, want to be famous, and want to change the situation of wizards. We have the same ideals, commensurate talents, and our feelings are growing out of control..."

Indra saw the look of reminiscence on Grindelwald's old and withered face. The radiance on his face when he thought about that time was particularly unique.

"Then what." Indra asked softly.

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