The leader of HP arrives

It has to be said that Lucius' worries are not superfluous. For a werewolf who advocates violent aesthetics and whose identity with German culture only rests on a large glass of beer and a large piece of pork, Nurmengard, the countless German The holy land in the wizard's heart is only equivalent to an inaccessible forest far away from the suburbs.With the consistent rigorous style of the Germans, Nurmengard Castle was built in the middle of the entire forest, and the only master bedroom of the castle was also located in the middle of the castle, so the two undoubtedly visited the bedroom of the former Dark Lord in the middle of the night .

The distorted scenery that flew by in front of him slowed down, and the blaring sound of Apparition forcefully rushing through the magic circle produced a huge echo in the empty room. Dongfang Bubai frowned slightly and looked around at the surrounding environment.There is no doubt that this is not the deserted forest that Fenrir described.

"J" Gellert squinted at the bloody eyes in the shadows, and let go of the wand in his hand, "I have never heard the news that the vampires and werewolves have reached peace." Being awakened, opening your eyes and facing a pair of bright yellow cone-shaped pupils will not feel relaxed and happy. If it is not for the subconscious armor protection, it is obvious that you will become a victim of the acceleration of gravity.

"You know Joyce?"

The voice of the other party was far clearer than that of the blood race, and the calm tone seemed a little distant in the dark room.After a few seconds of hesitation, Gellert waved his wand and lit the candles in the room. After seeing the werewolf who was blown away by the spell, he stood up from the sunken mattress that had been smashed.

"Voldemort?" As the light brightened, the Slytherin-like face in the shadow became more and more clear. Gellert's eyes flickered a few times, and he noticed the coffin erected on the side, with the silver The green trim feels familiar.

"Master, where is this?" The werewolf rubbed his dizzy forehead and stood up, and then recognized the old wizard on the posters all over the streets and alleys of Germany. With a low growl, he rushed to block Dongfang, "I want Turn you into a werewolf, Gellert Greenwald! The insidious and cunning Dumbledore must never have imagined that his old lover would become a half-blood werewolf, and I will definitely let him taste the pain of revenge!"

"Welcome to Nurmengard, Your Excellency the Heir of Slytherin." The werewolf's growl made the corners of Gellert's mouth twitch involuntarily, and he finally stuffed his wand back into his nightgown pocket, "I think we can sit down Talk slowly."

Dongfang Bubai nodded slightly, and glanced sideways at Fenrir, who could only stare at Gellert resentfully, and withdrew his fist.

"I have long admired your name, Mr. Greenwald." The chairs in the room were far less soft and comfortable than those in Voldemort's Manor or Malfoy's Manor. Dongfang straightened his shoulders and sat down, glanced at the clear boiled water in the glass, and broke the silence.

Gellert Greenwald was once the spiritual leader of the German wizards. Even though the old wizard in front of him looks more like a poor and happy nobleman, it is undeniable that this name once represented the glory of an era.

Black magic and magic circles are the most exquisite and powerful forces in the wizarding world. Muggles are eroding the territory of wizards, and Muggle technology is blaspheming the glory of magic. Any wizard, whether you are a pure-blood wizard or a half-blood wizard, Or werewolves, goblins, we must pick up the weapons in our hands and guard our last homeland!

Back then when he was a Slytherin student, Abraxas read this newspaper headline from Germany impassionedly in the common room. To see this German wizard in person.However, in the year when he really walked out of Hogwarts, when it was true that the Saints were disbanded, Greenwald himself imprisoned Nurmengard.

"Joyce Slytherin had a younger brother before he went into darkness." Gellert glanced at the two people at the table, reached for his glass and took a sip of water, "Elsvaughn Slytherin, I I think you've heard the name before. Joyce was the last head of the Slytherin family. After Elsvaughn died, he threw himself into the darkness, and the blood of the pure-blood Slytherin was cut off."

"After I left Interpretation Saint, I used to learn the knowledge of the magic circle from him through letters for a long time. Although the blood race cannot use magic power, the experience that existed before will not be eclipsed by this." Gellert read Glancing at the coffin in the corner of the room, he pondered for a while, "About two years ago, my life in Nurmengard made me care less about time. I remember it was spring, Joyce mentioned in his letter He is about to return to England and stay with his younger brother. He once asked me about reincarnation in Eastern mythology. Joyce seems to think that many stories in Eastern mythology are shaped by Muggles' images of wizards. .”

"Joyce thought I was Ellsvaughn's reincarnation, after all I look like him."

"Actually, I didn't meet Joyce himself. Most of the communication between us relied on owls. But he once mentioned some things about Elswarn. Most wizards of that era chose to fight and wander. To enhance his own strength, Elswarn was injured in an experience, and was rescued by the daughter of a Muggle duke, and love developed between the two. You know, hundreds of years ago, wizards and Muggles The relationship between them is definitely not friendly, and even killing a Muggle is as simple as killing a goblin for a wizard." For concepts such as reincarnation, Dongfang accepted the concept of reincarnation far better than Gellert expected, The old wizard glanced at the fidgeting Fenrir, and continued his topic, "Joyce didn't mention the ending of this relationship, but he mentioned in his letter that he killed the Duke and most of the family. Member, he fed poison to his nephew with his own hands. When he mentioned that family, he used the surname Riddle."

"Not long ago, Joyce sent me a potion formula, hoping that I would reconfigure this potion that can inhibit the development of magic power."

Ellswarn, who lost his brother's protection, died protecting the mother and child in that chaotic era, or was executed by the church because his identity as a wizard was exposed.Without Gellert's further explanation, Dongfang Invincible can guess the ending of the story. Joyce, who lost his brother through such strong regret and pain, became a blood race through alchemy with the help of Mulgraf, and left the UK.

But Elsvaughn's son survived, and as time went by, the Riddle family was still passed down from generation to generation, while the Slytherin family, which lost their wealth and glory, died silently, and finally only Gaunt was left. The three wizards of the family.The paths of fate overlap once again, this time, the witch of the Gaunts falls in love with the son of the Riddles, but the love potion cannot produce true love.The witch who lost her family's protection and her husband's love could only leave the child in her womb and left this world alone.

"The relationship between blood clans and wizards has been stalemate for hundreds of years. Although blood clans are treated politely in Germany, it doesn't mean that German wizards can accept their death at the hands of blood clans."

"So?" There was something in the old wizard's words, Dongfang Bubai was about to say goodbye, and the words stayed on his lips, and he sat back on the chair again.

"The Order of the Phoenix sent a note to the German Ministry of Magic a few days ago about the massacre of dozens of wizards of the Order of the Phoenix by the Blood Race in the Gorvik Valley." Lear filled the empty cup with boiling water again, "The Blood Race is a group with a strict system, and they pay much more attention to the rules than wizards and Muggles. Any member who violates the rules of the Blood Race will be severely punished. Recently, there have been more news about the battle between the vampires and werewolves in Germany, and I think the vampires are hunting around for members who have violated the rules of masculinity and magic contracts."

"What do you want from me, Mr. Greenward." Dongfang Bubai squinted slightly and looked directly at Gellert's eyes. The old wizard's sky blue eyes were clear and bright. It was hard to imagine that the owner of these eyes had already It has experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes.

"About that bottle of potion—it's worth millions of Galleons, and it's almost exhausted my collection for decades." Gellert blinked suddenly, and a weird smile formed on the corner of his mouth, "I, Joey and I I have made a deal with Joyce. I help him find his treasure, and he must help me get mine. I don't mind that you inherit Joyce's debt."

"This seat is not Elsvaughn Slytherin." Dongfang glanced at the contract on the table, and refuted Gellert's suggestion about repaying the brother's debt, but did not refuse the quill in his hand.

"Igor Karkaroff, my dear friend, where is Fenrir Greyback?"

When Lucius finally stepped out of Durmstrang's fireplace, Karkaroff, who was then the new headmaster of Durmstrang, couldn't help but shuddered due to the murderous intent on the platinum noble's handsome face.Obviously, before contacting himself and confirming that the mysterious man was safe and sound, Fenrir had been cursed by the Malfoy patriarch more than once.

"Fenrir isn't here for the time being." Karkaroff raised his eyebrows slightly, and he got a glass of whiskey for Lucius to drive away the cold weather in Germany, "Or, you won't be able to see him for a long time. "

Karkaroff paused for a moment, waiting for the platinum nobleman to swallow the drink in his mouth, pointed to the poster on the office wall, and responded to Lucius' raised eyebrows in a funny tone, "Fen Lear was sold by the master to His Majesty Greenwald."

"I think, with Fenrir's physique, he must have sold for a good price?" The expression on Lucius' face twisted, and he coughed a few times before choking out the hot liquid in his trachea.Although Karkaroff was a bit mean, he was a rigorous German wizard after all, and he would never joke about this kind of thing. Lucius rubbed his mouth with his hand and examined the wizard on the poster.It's hard to imagine that the master will make this kind of deal with Greenwald. What does the Dark Lord need the pure-blooded werewolf to shorten the cycle of experimenting with Wolfsbane potion?

"Indeed." Lucius' gaffe made Karkaroff twitch his lips proudly, and his tone became more and more cheerful. Since returning to Germany, the serious and rigid atmosphere here has somewhat bored wizards who are used to British humor Boring, "The master traded a pure-blood werewolf back for the saint."