Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The sun is shining brightly in Nurmengard, and the cool wind is blowing in your face. Who can tell that this place was once littered with corpses?

This is the place built by the dark wizard Grindelwald to imprison those who oppose him. Now the only prisoner here is himself. It's not that he doesn't have the ability to leave, he just creates a prison.

It was never a prison that imprisoned him, but something called "love".

He spent nearly fifty years alone in regret.

The cold winter in Nurmengard was no match for the desolation in his heart.

But now, it's time to leave.

Grindelwald's ice-blue magic eyes were shining. He seemed to have seen the future, and he seemed to have only seen the superficial things in front of him. But it could be seen that he was in a good mood, and a long-lost smile appeared on his wrinkled face. .

Vader had been waiting for him for a long time.

The new headmaster of Durmstrang also reunited with Grindelwald after a long absence. She stood firmly at the door of the dark prison, with the two guards at her feet unconscious.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Vida Rozier was wearing a black military trench coat and a lady's skirt, with a black hat and veil on her head. She looked like a mourner attending a funeral.

Although her appearance has aged with the years, she is standing there quietly at this moment, not like a withered rose at all, but like it has just bloomed.

"People cannot live in pain every day." Grindelwald said softly, while his eyes stayed on the two guards who fell next to Vader, "You didn't kill them, did you?"

Vader shook his head. Time had not shown mercy to her, but it had changed the dark wizard in front of her.

Today, they are no longer as radical as they were half a century ago.

"That would be great," Grindelwald paused, "modify their memories - and then destroy this place. We no longer need a prison to hold rebels. Time is a torrent, and no one can stop it. ——”

"They will know you have left." Vader said hesitantly.

The only thing she was worried about was Albus Dumbledore.

Grindelwald thought of the sheets that had been torn out of shape and remembered the reply that had never appeared. His eyes flickered and he spoke slowly:

"Just say, Gellert Grindelwald is dead."

Vader looked surprised.

"Do you think he will believe it or mourn for me?" Grindelwald asked sadly.

But he didn't seem to expect an answer. Then, under Vader's gaze, he walked out of the low prison cell holding on to the wall and walked into the cool sunshine.

At this moment, Grindelwald's back suddenly became blurred. Under the sunlight, he looked even darker, like an old silhouette.

But today, there will be a new life!

Vader quickly followed.

Slowly, another dark shadow appeared next to her, then a third, a fourth...

Eventually, dozens of elderly wizards joined it, forming a half-rotten river.

The huge black curtain was raised high in the wind, like a triumphal flag, covering the sky.

"We need new water drops to increase our strength." Grindelwald said softly, "Vader, have you completed what I want to do?"

"You should know that I never let you down."

"Then let us start again." Grindelwald looked in the direction of Britain and muttered to himself.

"We will meet again soon, Albus."

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts.

In the blink of an eye, another semester is coming to an end.

Harry has experienced more things this semester than the previous two semesters combined. After being captured twice by Death Eaters and witnessing Voldemort's resurrection and death, after that battle, the magical world seemed to have returned to peace.

Voldemort disappeared, and Mr. Sellers quietly disappeared after attending a dinner at Hogwarts.

For three whole months, from March to June, it was as calm as a summer afternoon, making Harry sleepy. He seemed to feel that what happened a few months ago had gone by for a long time, so long that it seemed like centuries had passed, so long that it seemed like he had experienced a bizarre dream.

But he knew it wasn't a dream.

Because there was a spiral mark left on his arm, like a wisp of swirling smoke or a tower.

Whenever he saw this mark, Harry felt as if he had returned to the envelope of blue flames. The Death Eaters were divided that day, and those who chose to side with Mr. Sellers left the same mark.

The only difference was that most people were miserable and Harry was oblivious to it.

He only discovered the mark after the dinner when he was getting ready to go to bed.

"This means that you have become his disciple." That night, Ron analyzed confidently, "It's like the dark mark of the mysterious man, understand? Maybe one day, he will summon the Death Eaters like the mysterious man. Calling you the same.”

Ron was even a little envious when he said this.

Think about it, an organization that fights against the terrifying Death Eaters and saves the world, just like the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago. It would be cool to be a part of it!

Of course, Ron only considered the glory brought by a great cause and ignored the sacrifice behind it. On the other hand, Neville seemed very uneasy and unhappy after hearing this topic.

He wasn't going to get involved in this topic, but he still mustered up the courage to ask Harry.

"Harry, did you see a few Lestranges among the Death Eaters that day?" His fat face was tense, as stiff as a stone.

Lestrange?

Harry's memory was certainly fresh.

He nodded and talked about the whereabouts of the three Lestranges.

"The woman named Bella followed Mr. Sellers, and the other two stayed with Voldemort. Voldemort asked them to kill Bella, but they failed. Sirius is here!"

Neville fell silent.

But Harry saw that there was fire in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you Neville?" Harry asked concerned.

He remembered that Neville had never mentioned anything about his parents, and now he asked about Lestrange. Maybe there was a connection between the two.

"I..." Neville's round face turned red, and there were tears in his eyes. The other little wizards in the dormitory all looked over with concern.

He didn't say it for a long time, but others, especially Harry and Ron, suspected that Neville's parents were dead.

Harry had seen the cruelty of Death Eaters.

Whether that madman Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr., or Peter Pettigrew, they had no qualms about killing anyone.

"It's okay, Neville, you don't have to say it."

Ron patted Neville on the back, and Harry didn't know what to say.

Of the three Lestranges, two left with Voldemort, but one, the woman named Bella, chose to go with Cyrus. Harry felt like he couldn't breathe at the thought that she might be the murderer of Neville's parents.