Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Merlin, I'd rather go to Diagon Alley and buy a broom."

Ling Cha never had the opportunity to fly on a plane in his previous life. He didn’t even know that there was such a thing as airsickness in this world. What’s even more bizarre was that he used to travel long distances on a flying carpet. There was no such crazy thing as Quidditch in those days. But traveling with a broom is also commonplace for wizards. Although he is not as good at controlling as Godric and can turn out as many tricks, he has not yet dared to throw him off with a broom.

So the consequence of flying into the sky for the first time in a sealed space was a severe fainting reaction in the body.

It is especially unfortunate that this strong reaction comes from the body, and both souls are tortured enough.

"Salazar?"

"Water... No, let me lie down first."

When I stepped on the ground, I felt that everything around me was shaking.

Ling Cha glanced at all the energetic Muggles in extreme discomfort, and the Slytherin, who can be called the most powerful dark wizard in the world, couldn't stand without support-it didn't make sense, except for the plane Except for take-off and landing, the flight in the stratosphere is very stable, without encountering any air currents, and the rotation of the earth is almost negligible. Why, the more he sits, the more dizzy he becomes, the eyes are dark, and he is so bored and uncomfortable that he wants to open the window and jump directly go down.

——Lord Duke, it is precisely because Nai is too powerful, and his sensory system is too sensitive, he has an instinctive self-rejection protection against abnormal states that are not under his control...

Luckily Aerys was hibernating and didn't come.

He moved his body with difficulty. Slytherin, who lived alone for decades and never went out, was very unaccustomed to crowded places. Although normal Muggles seemed to be surrounded by a group of ants, which could be completely ignored and did not pose any threat. At this moment, Ling Cha, who was about to become two at the gate, directly decided to sleep and wake up before going to Nurmengard.

Although he still doesn't know where this famous wizarding prison is.

But apparently all he needed now was to know where the Muggle airport hotel was.

In Nurmengard, countless magical vines with sharp blood thorns covered the gray-black walls. From a distance, it looked like an old abandoned tower, and Muggles couldn't see it.There is always a bloody smell that is hard to dissipate here. The German Ministry of Magic once sent a lot of Aurors to garrison here. With the madness of the remnants of the saints, the casualties increased. In the end, no wizard was willing to stay here.

The snowflakes were falling one after another, and Nurmengadry's only house-elf who was forced to stay behind was silently walking towards the basement with his already cold dinner.

It was very old, and the hair in its ears was as white as snowflakes covered with mud.

He could hardly hear anything, he couldn't Apparate any more, he was just a house-elf who was equated to an abandoned house-elf whose head should have been beheaded to decorate the house in those noble families.

Even the Supreme Management Committee of the German Ministry of Magic is a little worried. What if Gellert Grindelwald is still alive, but this house elf is too old to carry a plate and can't even walk? The fear of 50 years ago and the relentless attacks of the saints made them want to pray that Merlin would sink Nurmengard and that trouble into the ground.

There are no windows, no doors, and the walls are surrounded by powerful magic circles of forbidden magic.

It was terribly cold.

The old house elf raised his head dully, and vaguely saw someone in front of him. He was neither surprised nor afraid, because he had seen too much in the past 50 years. No matter how many people came, he had to do it. There is always only one thing.Send hard bread and cold water to the basement, Nurmengard's only prisoner.

It is too old to make bread, there is always some dust and sand mixed in, and it is completely dull to taste and soft when eating by itself.

It was so old that it couldn't even feel the terrible pressure, so it just walked straight over.

"Nurmongard?"

The horrible place found in the mind of a wizard is actually just a ruin, a house-elf too old to keep his eyes open, and a faint-to-no breath huddled in the basement.

"This is the Dark Lord?" Salazar had to think carefully about how miserable his descendants were now.

Ling Cha looked around. In the past, he didn't think too much about it. Even if a wizard with great power couldn't escape from this icy ruin, he could at least end his own life. Salazar was right, Gellert Grindelwald Sure enough, what are you waiting for.

It's a pity that he knows too little. As the former Dark Lord, Grindelwald's saint power only exists in Germany. Even when he was at his strongest, he didn't enter the UK, and then he failed in a duel with Dumbledore and was imprisoned. That's pretty much all there is to it.

"Deathly Hallows."

"kindness?"

Muggle clothes have been changed back to robes. It has to be said that although it is troublesome to ask for the best temper, at least until today, the clothes made by those precious magical creatures are still there.Walking through the dusty black stairs, the withered and yellow weeds where the corner of the robe brushed turned into powder one after another.

"There are three legendary Deathly Hallows that can resurrect people. Grindelwald seems to be looking for them all his life."

"The story about the so-called God of Death and the three Peverell brothers?"

"The changes in the wizarding world are really hopeless. Thousands of years are the same as fairy tales."

Sneering, more and more appeared on the corners of Slytherin's lips. Salazar stared at the dust-filled magic circle at the end of the stairs, raised his right hand, and in an instant, the magic circle that had been silent for 50 years emerged from the wall as if alive. Floating up, "It is the innocence of fools to resurrect the dead."

With a loud bang, the old elf rolled to the side, and all the solid walls were shattered. Dumbledore, who was sleeping in the headmaster's room in Hogwarts, England, suddenly opened his eyes——

In the eyes of the Duke of Slytherin, directly destroying the core is far more accurate than unraveling spells layer by layer. Black magic is like this, using the cruelest means to buy time.

The huddled figure in the deepest part of the basement was still lying there without any movement.

The sound of hollow footsteps echoed through the ruins.

"Many times, people only need one reason to survive. As for whether this reason is correct or not, at least they themselves firmly believe it... I'm curious, what is your reason?"

With a deep and cold voice, with arrogance and awe, Moya unconsciously blew away all the dust and gravel.

Blowing away the dry and dirty hair that couldn't see its original color, the person lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, grey, terrifying as death, turned slightly to the left, as if he saw the unexpected guest who broke in on a snowy night, in front of him. He didn't move at all when he felt the terrifying pressure that was almost suffocating. It seemed that after a long time, he asked weakly in a hoarse voice, "Voldemort?"

Then he quickly whispered again in that hoarse and terrible voice:

"No, you are not."

"Oh?"

"If you were Voldemort, you wouldn't lose to him...there is still such a powerful wizard as you..."

Grindelwald said without emotion, closing his eyes.

--Interesting person.

His slender fingers stroked the magic wand on the spine of the grape vine dragon, just like a thousand years ago, even the fluctuation of magic power was consistent with breathing. Slytherin was rarely interested in anything, let alone two people who were curious and inquiring at the same time.

"he?"

Grindelwald, who didn't care who the other party was at all, and didn't care what would happen to him, suddenly opened his eyes. The deep gray-blue color was as bright as the sky that had just disappeared with the last light of dawn. this person's.

"Heh." Ling Cha smiled, and his fingers were slowly clenched.

"come out!"

Salazar stared coldly at the figure slowly emerging from the shadows. With a snow-white beard, the blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses seemed to be blinded by the ashes of the ruins, leaving only the deep cold gloom, as if the outside was dark. In the night sky, the purple pajamas have not been replaced yet, but the wand with knuckles is already in his hand.

"Good night, Your Excellency the Duke."

It was no longer the warm voice of the old man who always smiled and ate sweets, it was cold and cautious.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, who was lying on the ground and could not tell his face at all, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he walked over slowly: "Am I lucky enough to know why the Duke of Slytherin visited Nurmengard late at night?"

Grindelwald finally had an expression on his face. He suddenly turned his head to look at the man wearing the robe made of scales and armor of precious magical creatures. His brows and eyes were cold and haughty. The corners of his clothes and the soles of his boots were not even stained with dust, like a thunderstorm in the night. A dazzling and frightening face.It seems that it is always scary that people can't break free and can't take a second look. It turns out, no, how is it possible! !

Hogwarts is the earliest and most famous school of magic in Europe. Almost the entire wizarding world knows that Salazar Slytherin lived 1000 years ago.