[HP] Missy and Mischief

"I think we're almost there," Fred said, sitting in the backseat with Cassandra, pressing his face against the window glass. "Numrmengard, that's a weird name."

"Nurmongard was built by Grindelwald himself," Cassandra replied without raising her head, and she carefully looked at the Muggle map in her hand, "He cooperated with the head of the German Muggles at the time, a choice Nurmengard was chosen as a prison for opponents, the other chose Nuremberg for the anti-Jewish laws..."

They landed on the hillside where the tower stood.The Tower of Nurmengard looked a black, forbidding towering structure, a sinister fortress.It is famous for Grindelwald, but the last prisoner was also Grindelwald-he was imprisoned here for 52 years.

Looking up from below, the prison towers into the sky. It is cold, dark, far away from human habitation, and is incompatible with the peaceful and natural surroundings.On the opposite side of the tower is the majestic Alps, and a part of the steep rock wall seems to have been blasted away. Cassandra couldn't help guessing, could it be the product left over from the duel of the century?

She approached the black fortress, and immediately sensed a powerful magical atmosphere.A strange symbol and a line of German were engraved on the stone brick, probably left by Grindelwald himself.

"Fürdashoe here Wohl," Cassandra read the line softly, "'for the greater good'."

Fred wondered beside her: "He loves him so much. I'm sorry—since I read that letter from you, I now think the tower glows peachy pink."

"If one day we are also locked up by you, I will engrave 'Lookatthemessyou'vemade' on the wall." George teased.

Cassandra glared at them angrily, "This symbol looks familiar..."

"Like this, isn't it?" George pulled a pendant from the collar of his shirt, untied it, and handed it to her.

The blood alliance, the concretization of their oath - because the existence of the three parties of the oath forms an equilateral triangle, with blood-red beads embedded in the middle, it is indeed very similar to the symbols engraved on the wall, except that a vertical line is missing.

Cassandra clutched the pendant, and tried to push the cold stone door with the other hand, but the door stood still.It seems to be abandoned here, and the entrance is overgrown with weeds, but the protective magic works automatically without human supervision.

The three of them took turns trying various spells to unlock the side door, but none of them could open the door.It seems that a specific lock-opening spell is required to enter Nurmengard, but here is the wilderness, where are they going to find someone to inquire about the spell?

"Maybe we can go in from the top," Fred said, rubbing his chin.

George nodded in agreement: "Look, everything else is blocked by boulders, only a small window on the top floor, and I guess Grindelwald is there—I don't know if he's still alive, I guess a wizard with a normal mind would probably It's hard to stay here for long."

After a brief discussion, it was decided that George would drive the Flying Mustang sports car, and Fred and Cassandra went in to find out.

They drove the car, hovering in mid-air. The "small window" was actually only a very narrow gap in the black stone, and it was impossible for normal people to enter from there.

"I'll go in first, in case there's any danger inside—" Fred whispered to Cassandra, "Should you be able to hear my screams after getting smaller?"

"I don't think they'll keep him a wand," Cassandra said, but Fred had already taken the lead as a little man the size of a thumb, waiting for her at the window slit.She could only sigh, then became smaller, and jumped from the window of the Ford Mustang.

What is this, Cassandra thought.Gabby told her Muggle fairy tales when she was a child, and now she looks like Thumbelina who went to the wrong Rapunzel set.

"It's not as bad as I thought, you know," Fred said with a sneer, "I was expecting a scarier figure than You-Know-Who, like a lion's face against a snake's face or something— "

"Professor McGonagall spent six years, but you didn't learn to shut up in serious situations, did you?" Cassandra also sneaked into the topmost room of the black fortress along the stone cracks, and lifted the shrinking spell.

The nonsensical quarrel between the two of them finally woke up the only resident here.

The thin body under the thin blanket moved and turned towards them. With a skull-like face, he opened his blue eyes... The frail old man sat up, staring at them with his deep-set eyes. Nurmengard's uninvited visitor, then smiled with interest.

"I thought it was going to be the little viper... I was ready to laugh at his face with my broken teeth," Grindelwald said, "but it's nice to see two new faces... Tell me why you are here."

Cassandra pulled Fred, turned her body slightly, and let the sun shine through the narrow stone window again, and signaled to George that "they are all safe".

"Fred Weasley, a joke shop owner who works for himself," Fred introduced himself.He took out his wand and waved it, and the window was blown open, more sunlight and wind poured in, and the small confinement room was not so stuffy.He cast another Cleansing Charm on the dirty room, which was very effective, and then muttered, "Also a Hogwarts dropout."

"Cassandra Wolflin," she stared at Grindelwald with her green eyes, trying to find a trace of memory from his old and thin face, but obviously failed.

Grindelwald let out a strange laugh, then coughed and said staccatoly, "The blond German and the red-haired Brit... one of them dropped out of school before finishing school... Ha!"

"Don't you remember the surname 'Wolflin'? Or are you already crazy and have forgotten the saints who followed you?" Cassandra said.

She surveyed her surroundings while waiting for an answer:

The hard board bed that was damaged and about to fall apart, the thin blanket that was so dirty that the original color could not be seen, a dozen English books that had been read over and over again with rough edges... Grindelwald is no longer the one who responded to everyone in the past and almost conquered the whole of Europe The powerful dark wizard was gone, and Nurmengard was no longer the magnificent building it was back then. Half a century of rape had turned him into a skeleton.

There was a slight shake in her heart, doubting the correctness of her coming here-how could such a weak Grindelwald be Voldemort's opponent?

"Witches disappeared in 1945," Grindelwald said with a nonchalant look on his face, "no matter where you heard my name - your sainted relatives, or the history of magic bullshit Here, it is impossible for me to give you any help you want. But if you are willing to kill me, I am very happy to die!"

Fred was not surprised by this. Grindelwald was a real dark wizard, worse than those in Knockturn Alley, and he liked to sneer at others.He squeezed Cassandra's hand who still wanted to explain a few words, and said bluntly: "Then you should remember Dumbledore, right?"

"Dumbledore?" Grindelwald repeated, seeming to chew the last name between his teeth.Immediately afterwards, he sneered mockingly: "If your purpose of coming has something to do with my former old friend..."

"Just 'old friends'?" Fred muttered.

Cassandra ignored him, and took out the letter from the dragon leather handbag that had been obtained from Rita, and now it had reappeared in front of its proper owner, and handed it to Grindelwald.

He stared at the letter, as if he had seen something extremely strange. It took a long time before he stretched out his skinny hand to take it. He leaned back on the dilapidated hard plank bed, and read every word in the letter word by word.

The remaining two people are waiting for his reaction, waiting for him to speak——

"'For the greater good,'" the Dark wizard said softly, "that word has ruined us all."

For a moment, Cassandra inexplicably felt that his body was full of deep and intense pain, as if he had been pulled into the bubble of the past time, and seemed to be regretting something, if the dark wizard really had such emotions .

"Dumbledore, then, really envisaged rule over Muggles?" Cassandra said. "I've heard in some cryptic old anecdote that he was once interested in powerful magic—"

"—and a German boyfriend." Fred couldn't help interrupting, giving Grindelwald a quick look. "We're standing in his ex-boyfriend's mansion—whoops."

He risked a poke from Cassandra and bravely asked the two of them their most curious question (actually George telepathically forced him out there, really).For both of them, Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts and the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and imagining his childhood was so incredible and full of unknown excitement.

But upon hearing such an offensive question, Grindelwald's expression was very calm, and he even raised his eyebrows, as if he was answering their guess with movements.

"That's right," he said in a nasty tone, shaking off a small lump at the foot of the bed, which Cassandra found uncomfortably to be a dead mouse, "you found Albus Dumbledore The worst part."

"That's the worst part? It's better than I thought," Cassandra said. "I'm especially concerned that he's actually procrastinating on taking on Voldemort the way he was procrastinating on fighting you. What if In this case, I can only turn to the study of black magic—"

"That upstart idiot?" Grindelwald said roughly, as if he looked down on the only dark wizard in the world who was stronger than him, "But even if it is him, it will take time for you to surpass his attainments in black magic .”

"I have no choice!" cried Cassandra. "I once had a dream—you know, wizards' dreams are prophetic! Lightning struck the tower, and a phoenix fell from the Astronomy Tower. —Who else in the world has a phoenix!”

She took a heavy breath, as if she had removed a boulder from the bottom of her heart.

"You have a gift for prophecy, don't you?"

Grindelwald straightened up from the bed, as if he had suddenly changed from a weak old man to a fierce Dark Lord. On his thin cheeks, a blue eye turned into a chaotic white, flickering frantically.

"Ha, after all, one day he will die on the tower? Die in front of his students with the love he believed in? It's ridiculous, ridiculous! Dumbledore thought that he would be able to live in that crappy school for the rest of his life. Are you free?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you," said Fred disapprovingly, "but Hogwarts isn't some shitty school."

"Schools all over the world are like ghosts." Grindelwald said coldly, his white eye returned to normal, as if the previous burst of emotion was just their illusion.

"So, one last question, do you want to leave here?" Cassandra said dryly, "Do you want to leave here on the condition of fighting Voldemort?"

Just as Grindelwald was about to speak, his eyes stopped on the pendant that the blond witch put in her jacket pocket.The swaying, flowing bloody halo almost brought him back to France 70 years ago.

"I can't leave here." Grindelwald said flatly, "Unless that person allows it."

He stood up suddenly, startling Fred and Cassandra.He is really tall. His height of close to 1.9 meters cannot be stretched in this five-foot-square hut, but he is full of pressure.Grindelwald ignored the two of them, and took out a letter from a collection of poems by the Muggle poet Tolkien—or rather, a few pieces of parchment densely written with blood, and handed it to Fred.

Two pairs of pupils of the same color met.

"Bring it to Dumbledore, bring it to him," he said, "and get out."

So Cassandra and Fred could only return without success under the icy gaze of the dark wizard. Fred was still walking in front, holding the few pieces of parchment.

Before finally leaving, Cassandra whispered: "Don't know if you want to know this, but I must say - in the few times I have been to the headmaster's office, he has always had A blank photo frame."

She left the closed cell and returned to the Flying Ford.A wild and proud laugh like a night owl could be faintly heard from behind.Had the Savior been able to see this scene, he would have judged Grindelwald to have "the Fred and George triumphant air of a successful prank."

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