snake catcher

Mel pulls out a box of prank animal biscuits she bought by owl mail from the Zoko Joke Shop in Hogsmeade, which turn people into various animals for just 2 minutes.There is also a box containing 12 vials of magic potions.Mel used the magic power calculation formula she had memorized long ago to mentally calculate the strength of the magic power she sensed just now.She took out two animal biscuits and two measuring cylinders from her backpack.

Mel handed Mimi a biscuit and gave it 350ml of potion. She was a biscuit plus 200ml of potion. When she ate the biscuit and drank the potion, soon Mel turned into a head Sheep, and Mimi becomes a cat.

Mel kicked his hooves, wrapped his backpack around the horns and dragged them leisurely into the magic defense range, followed by the cat that Mimi turned into.

Yes, Nurmengard, like Azkaban and Hogwarts' defensive magic, has a unified loophole.They have no effect on small animals and birds that have no magic power or very low magic power coming in from the outside, so these small animals can regard magic defense as nothing.Thanks to Sirius for his inspiration.

However, except for 'Animagus', the animals transformed by the potion all have their own magic power. This is the role of the potion that Mel took, the level of forced suppression and consumption of magic power.

After 2 minutes, the magic of the biscuit disappeared, and the transformed Mel fell to the ground. The burning feeling burned from the stomach to the whole body, and Mel was sweating in pain. Damn it, the magic compress, it works well Yes, the side effects are too great, Mel thought fiercely, stretched out his convulsive hand, and comforted Mimi who was lying there in the same pain.

This is Mel's improvement based on the potion book of Zeng, Zeng, and great-grandmother, based on the magic remover commonly used by magicians to eliminate the magic power of magic items. It was not prepared for humans in the first place. No matter how Mel improves, the side effects are very serious. big.

After 5 minutes, the pain disappeared. Mel, who was drenched and pale, stood up and helped Mimi to check the magic power in her body. It was still 5.00% of the usual magic power, and she only had [-]% magic power. A good 'plan one' doesn't need much magic at all.Mel took out her broomstick from her backpack, put on her backpack and took Mimi with her, and flew close to the ground towards the castle.

Nurmengard is guarded by a wizard, but fortunately it is not a dementor, otherwise Mel's trick would not work.They will definitely be eaten to pieces by the dementors!

Of course, she also thought about letting Mimi break into Nurmengard, and then apparating the Dark Lord Grindelwald, but this place is the same as Hogwarts, where house elves can Apparate, but wizards cannot!

The broomstick flew close to the ground and reached the base of the castle prison wall, then rose vertically, carefully avoiding the long and narrow prison windows, and slowly rose to the highest floor.

Through the small window with iron bars, Mel could barely see a bunch of shadows in the corner of the wall in the darkness.The former Dark Lord is sleeping!

The window of the cell on this floor is very narrow, and adults can never get in. Fortunately, Mel and Mimi are very thin. Mel checked visually, and there is no problem for her to get through.

But there was an iron bar in the damned window.Mel rode on the broom, broke off the backpack, took out the mask and put it on, put on the dragon leather gloves on his hands, took out the special strong acid, and began to smear little by little on the joints between the iron bars and the stone window sills, The thick smoke from the chemical reaction choked Mel's tears.

Then she took out a small hacksaw and sawed along the corroded surface, which could reduce the noise to a minimum, as long as it was not within 1 meter of Mel, she would not notice something wrong.After the hacksaw was corroded, she etched it with strong acid again, and then replaced it with another hacksaw. After 3 minutes like this, four small hacksaws were corroded and finally cut off the iron bar.Mel asked Mimi to break off the iron bars, she took out a towel to dry up the acid that flowed out, spread a blanket on the small window sill, and let Mimi get in with her backpack first.She then got into the upper body, and then reached out and grabbed the broomstick, allowing Mimi to pull her in.Fortunately, the broom did not fall!Mel breathed a sigh of relief, the most careful thing in "Plan [-]" is here, if the broom falls and they can't fly away, then they will really be prison robbers.

Grindelwald was still sleeping in the corner. Mel rubbed the skin on his arm that had been broken by the rock, and looked at the cell. It was damp and cold. There was only the narrow window and the iron door, which was pretty cool. It is convenient for the guard to check the situation of the people in the cell.

It is summer now, and Mel feels chilly in this cell, thinking of winter, Mel shudders!

She quietly walked to the sliding door and looked out, but there was no one!Nurmengard usually has 50 guardian wizards, because there is only Grindelwald on this floor, and he is an old man over 100 years old. I guess those people didn't think that someone would dare to call Nurmengard's attention. So there are no guards on this floor!

Mel gestured to Mimi, and Mimi came to the door knowingly and cast a silent spell.Then it took out a blanket and hung it on the door. It was bought for Mel by an old wizard in Berlin's wizarding second-hand market. After hanging this curtain, people outside the house will not find anything unusual when they look inside.This is also the unexpected joy of Mel's trip to Berlin.

Seeing that Mimi hung up the curtain, her fingers lit up as magic lamps.

Mel looked at the pile of rags at the base of the wall, and kicked Grindelwald's exposed instep without shoes: "Stop pretending, the breathing rate is wrong, you woke up a long time ago!"

The blanket moved, and a skull-like head emerged from a pile of withered grass, doubts flashed in the deep-set eyes, "Who are you?" The voice was like sandpaper rubbing against Mel's heart, making her feel uncomfortable. Dig out the heart and scratch it.

Seeing the old man weakly moving along the wall, Mel finally couldn't help it. She rushed forward, trying to help him up, but accidentally touched his exposed skin.

"Why do you have such a little magical power? Not as much as me!" Mel was surprised and frustrated. She spent a year planning and spent countless manpower and material resources for it. Could it be that she came here to save this old and Weak, dying, black wizard who seems to burp when touched?

Mel sat down on the cold floor in disappointment, staring fiercely at the old man in the corner.

The old man didn't understand his disappointment, and he asked again, "Who are you?" Mel was too angry to talk to him.But the loyal house elf touched her, "Master time!"

Mel looked at the fluorescent watch, it was 3:38, there was no time to dawdle.

"I'm Maybelle Dalton." Mel rolled his eyes angrily, "After the summer vacation, I will be a third-year student at Hogwarts. My headmaster's office is Dumbledore. As for the purpose of my coming? ! Obviously, jailbreak! Of course, I am a little shaken now!"

Grindelwald chuckled, showing his almost lost teeth, and Mel became even more angry when he saw it, "Very interesting little girl, you are very courageous, but why do you think I will be with you like this?" ——" He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Where is the little thing going?"

"Yes, of course you, a once famous dark wizard, wouldn't leave with me easily, but!" Mel angrily tried to put on a smirk, but was unsuccessful.She took something out of her knapsack and handed it to the Dark Lord. It was a note in long, elegant handwriting, with circles within circles.

It read "Congratulations on your recovery, Mel!" and was signed D.

Grindelwald's hands trembled a little, "Does the handwriting look familiar?" Mel's sinister smile really came from the heart this time, "The ink is emerald green. Of course, the light is too weak to see it now!"

Grindelwald seemed to have never heard of Mel's sarcasm, and his dry fingers gently stroked the writing on the parchment, his eyes seemed to recall the good old days.

Mel saw that the first bomb she prepared had worked, and hurriedly took out the second bomb, and a Muggle photo of Mel and Dumbledore was sent to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald grabbed it, stood up against the stone wall, leaned close to Mimi, and put the photo under the blue magic light, "He is old too! His hair is all white, the last time I saw him His hair was auburn! The beard is longer!" The voice was full of nostalgia, "Why is it a picture of a Muggle?"

Grindelwald's eyes became very sharp when he asked this sentence, and it was only now that Mel felt a little bit of the Dark Lord's past style. "It's good to have photos, but I still don't like it!" Mel gave him a blank look, "I will go to bed for the magic photos in the middle of the night, where do you want me to find them for you?"

"You want to persuade me to go with you based on this?" Although Grindelwald's weak body was lazily leaning against the rough stone wall, he looked extremely powerful at this moment.

However, facing him today is Mel. This 11-year-old rampage in the Forbidden Forest, blowing up half of the potions classroom of the vengeful Professor Snape is still alive and well, facing Professor Dumbledore. A little girl who can talk eloquently and is spoiled by her father.

Sure enough, Mel gave him a blank look, pointed at his chest, and said unceremoniously, "'This thing' is being carefully put in your chest pocket by you now!"

Not looking at Grindelwald's embarrassed face, Mel put his hands behind his back like a little old man, and made a circle in the cell, "Cassandra Trelawney, have you heard of the name?"

"I have an impression, wait--, she is a very powerful prophet! But she has been dead for many years!"

"Yes!" Mel nodded to Grindelwald, "One day 11 years ago, when Voldemort was at its most powerful, the prophet's great-great-granddaughter went to Dumbledore to find a job, and by the way made a prophecy !

"'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approached

'Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times

'born in the seventh month

'The Dark Lord marks him as his rival

'One must die at the hands of the other, for both cannot live'! "

Mel was reciting the prophecy while aiming at Grindelwald, and sure enough, his body tensed up halfway through Mel's speech!

"Hmm! It's probably like this! I can't remember the rest! I believe you must have heard of the famous Harry Potter, right?" Mel looked innocent, watching Grindelwald's body leaning forward and I stopped, feeling refreshed in my heart, telling you to play tricks on me!

"How do you know!" This sentence came from Grindelwald's throat, and Mel felt that if he still had teeth, they would be broken by now!

"Don't worry about where you heard it from! But, what do you think Dumbledore will do after hearing this sentence? Oh, by the way, this year Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts to study." Mel tilted his head and looked he.

"What should I do?" Grindelwald clenched his fists, "This idiot will try his best to help that little boy, even if it costs him his life!"

"That makes sense!" Mel nodded.

"But, that was his choice. It has nothing to do with me!" The Dark Lord looked at Mel with a sneer, as if all this was a joke.

Mel looked at him carefully for a moment, then stomped back in the cell.When she reached the small window, she stopped, looking at the exposed starry sky, without turning her head, "What do you think if Voldemort remembered the 'Elder Wand' one day? What would he do if that wand What should he do when his master is dead? What do you think of the idea of ​​digging a grave?"

After Mel finished speaking, he watched Grindelwald remain silent!

Mimi kept huddling by the cell door without saying a word, and Grindelwald remained motionless as if frozen.The pressure of Quiet was getting heavier in this cell.

"Okay!" Grindelwald waved his hand, as if to break the heavy atmosphere, "I'll go with you!"

"You come with me!" Mel glanced at Grindelwald.

"Yes!" Grindelwald panted, as if he had just run [-] meters!

"Ah! Of course, that's what I came here for, to find a good helper to assist me in helping Dumbledore behind his back, but—"

Mel pointed bluntly at the skinny old wizard, "You look like this, are you sure you can help me instead of holding me back?"

Grindelwald was so choked by Mel that he couldn't speak. He lived for more than 100 years, and it was the first time anyone dared to speak to him like this. Even if he was locked up here, no one dared to treat him like this.

"What are your conditions, come up together!"

"Okay!" Mel smiled brightly, like an angel, but Grindelwald saw demon wings growing from behind her in a daze!