Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Located in Germany, Nurmengard is a tall granite building. From its appearance, it has a typical classical castle flavor, and even has tall towers.And beside Nurmengard, there is a beautiful lake with ripples on the azure blue lake.

The wizards who saw it would never believe that such a beautiful castle is the two largest wizard prisons known as Azkaban.

Of course, this is also a special prison, because there is only one prisoner in this prison.Of course, those wizards knew well that if the prisoner wanted to escape, no one could stop him except Dumbledore.

Gellert Grindelwald's cell was in the tower of Nurmengard. When the sun shone through the small window, the cell was bright.This room is not big, the walls, floor and ceiling are all made of stone blocks, polished very smooth.There is a simple single bed inside, and a rattan rocking chair next to the single bed, and a wooden bookcase opposite the single bed, next to the bookcase is a desk and a chair with a backrest.

It looks very simple, like a student's dormitory, but it is this room that lives in Gellert Grindelwald, a dark wizard who is as famous as Voldemort.

"It looks like the weather is pretty good today." Grindelwald got up from the bed, and after washing, he stood in front of the window. The sun shone on his blond hair, making him look very charming.

Even though some people get old, they will become more and more elegant because of the precipitation of the years, just like old wine.

Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious bird song, Grindelwald's body stiffened suddenly, his hands were tightly grasping the window sill, the tiger's mouth was even white, he opened his eyes wide, and followed the sound. direction.

A flame-like color jumped into Gellert's eyes. The phoenix flitted across the lake, flapping its fiery red wings, a tuft of golden feathers on its head, and a long The tail feathers shone gorgeously and brilliantly.

So familiar yet so strange, Grindelwald was almost burned by the brilliant light of the phoenix.

Fox! !

It was the Phoenix Fawkes he gave to Dumbledore! !

The phoenix flew towards Gellert, its golden claws grabbed Gellert's shoulders and stopped, folded its fiery red wings, looked at Grindelwald with its dark eyes, its long and sharp golden beak lightly Lightly pecked Gellert's face, as if urging something.

Grindelwald raised his hand and gently stroked Fox's smooth feathers, turned around nervously and expectantly, and stared at the only wooden door in the room without blinking.

He could even feel his own heartbeat, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.At this time, Grindelwald seemed to have returned to the time when he met Dumbledore, becoming that reckless brat.

Originally thought that the boring prison life had worn away everything he had, but he was wrong. He had never realized so clearly that his love for Dumbledore would never disappear, but with The precipitation of time became thicker and thicker.

Albus, are you really here?

"All for the greater good" above the entrance, engraved with these words, Dumbledore stood quietly at the door, and after a moment of silence, he slowly walked into the prison.

He still remembered that the blond boy told him excitedly that he wanted to build a castle with tall towers that could see far away, and a lake and woods outside the castle.At that time, they will be able to study magic in the castle, and when they are tired, they can go to the tower to look at the stars in the sky, and study astronomy by the way. In their spare time, they can go boating in the lake, and even take Aberforth and Ariana to hunt.

At that time, how innocent and pure they were, the smile on the boy's face was brighter than the spring sunshine.

In the end, the castle was built, but it became his prison.

Climbing up the steps step by step, Dumbledore was getting closer and closer to the tower, and his footsteps could be heard in the entire corridor until he came to the wooden door.

A thin wooden door separated the two people so easily.

Stretching out his hand, he slowly pushed open the wooden door.The old wooden door made a harsh creaking sound.

The two finally met, seven years after No. 20 after [-], and after they were no longer young, they finally met again.

"Albus..." Grindelwald was the first to call out Dumbledore's name, with a unique German accent. His voice had traces of time, but it made Dumbledore lose his mind for a while.

"Gellert." Dumbledore felt a little sour in his heart. He began to age like other wizards. Wrinkles climbed up his face. Compared with him in memory, he was much thinner. Only the brilliant hair still shines With golden brilliance.

The former black wizard has always been high-spirited and unruly, like a sword out of its sheath. The aura on his body makes everyone want to surrender involuntarily, but now, the years have polished his edges and corners, bit by bit It sharpened his spirit a bit, making him look like an ordinary old wizard.

His Grindelwald was defeated by him and imprisoned in Nurmengard.

Sending his lover into Nurmengard with his own hands, not only Grindelwald was hurt, but Dumbledore was the same. A duel hurt both of them.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore greedily. He remembered the gentle boy he met in Godric's Hollow for the first time. During these years in prison, he always recalled their encounter over and over again. What a wonderful start.

That boy stood there so quietly, the wind blowing through his reddish-brown hair, and what made him palpitate the most were those blue eyes that were incredibly gentle.

Now, the boy in his memory overlaps with the old man in front of him. His reddish-brown hair has turned into silver-white, his long white beard hangs down to his chest, and his neatly combed hair hangs over his body. The only thing that has not changed is Those blue eyes were still gentle, but now they were more kind and wise.

Grindelwald smiled contentedly, his Dumbledore has always been so charming.

He took two steps forward and walked to Dumbledore's side. Even though the two old people still have that strong love, they will not get lost in love like teenagers and do all kinds of stupid things to make people laugh. move.

"Abus, you know, I've been waiting here, waiting for you." Grindelwald smiled, making the old man look radiant.

Only you are the meaning of my voluntary imprisonment here.

"I know, Gellert, from the moment I step through the door, I won't be leaving." Although Dumbledore's nose was a little sour, he smiled cheerfully and winked at Grindelwald.

"Albus, I have to apologize to you about Ariana..." Grindelwald's voice finally trembled, if he hadn't pulled out his wand impulsively, if he could have confessed his wrong request to Dumbledore Forgive me if he didn't turn into a dark wizard for their so-called plan of world domination...

If there is nothing, he ruined it all with his own hands.

"No, Gellert, it wasn't just you who hurt Ariana, I was also at fault, I was not a qualified brother, I ignored her." Dumbledore's voice was also full of pain.I don't know whose wand cast that spell, but he was guilty. From the moment Ariana died, he bore a heavy sin.

In the wrong place at the wrong time, an innocent girl's life was completely lost in a young man's struggle, and the love between Dumbledore and Grindelwald withered.

He will always remember his lovely sister, but Grindelwald's fault shouldn't be entirely on Grindelwald alone.

This Nurmengard was once their sweet fantasy, but now, it is still too late to fulfill the promise.

Fox chirped cheerfully, with a very beautiful melody in his melodious and clear voice, and the whole of Nurmengard suddenly came alive.

The life of the two old people in the tower is not as passionate as that of the young people, but there is a kind of tenderness flowing in it.

"Albus, what do you think about adding some pepper and cinnamon to the broth?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore standing next to him, staring at the bubbling iron pot without blinking, With the attitude of boiling potion, he carefully picked up the pepper jar.

"I think it's better to add a spoonful of honey." Dumbledore couldn't help but suggest, so that the broth would have a sweet taste.

Grindelwald almost poured a whole can of pepper in it, and he immediately rejected Dumbledore's proposal: "No, absolutely not, I don't want to drink a broth that is so sweet and greasy. If you have a toothache again, I will I will definitely not boil dental medicine for you."

He never imagined that Dumbledore liked to eat sweets so much. For his health, he must strictly control the amount of sweets Dumbledore ate.

Dumbledore had no choice but to shrug his shoulders regretfully, and stirred the vegetable salad with his hands. While Grindelwald was not paying attention, he secretly scooped a spoonful of honey into it.

Such daily conversations happen every day, as if they are trying to make up for lost time, doing everything themselves instead of relying on house-elves.

Even though they have been separated for so long and have gone through so many twists and turns, their relationship has become intimate naturally.It was as if they had never been apart.

In another time and space, an old man smiled and said to a green-eyed child who had just entered school: "I saw that I received woolen socks. Old people are always more afraid of the cold."

Now, with thick wool socks on his feet, he eats hot broth with his beloved.