HP Midnight Light

How dare you be in the vast world,

Living alone, living alone,

Ignoring the crowd around me,

inattentive, accustomed to solitude,

Like a flower unintentionally revealing its fragrance in the desolate desert,

Disdain for the breeze.

He smiles: the worst mockery of sorrow,

He spoke: cold words and insincere words,

He was as gluttonous and gluttonous as anyone else.

But hope and fear death,

He longs to reach but wants to escape

The final chapter of that dark life.

—— Epilogue

- January 1981, 1 - Nurmengard

According to Dumbledore's instructions, it took Remus two months to shake off the "tail" that followed him closely. Then he went to Liverpool, where he boarded the ship that picked him up.

"This is Nurmengard?" Remus looked up at the castle in front of him.From Sirius' mouth, he had a rough idea of ​​what Voldemort's castle looked like, but the taste of the first Dark Lord was obviously very different from that of his successors.The Gothic building reminded Remus of some old Muggle churches, but instead of the stained mosaic glass there were bars of iron, a reminder to Remus that it had long, long ago been regarded as Bea Zkaban is even more terrifying.

"Yes." The person in charge of escorting Remus along the way was sent by the German Ministry of Magic. He looked at Nurmengard with hatred and fear in his eyes, "I can only send you here. It has been a long time since anyone other than Grindelwald stepped in."

His words surprised Remus: "Isn't Nurmengadri not guarded?"

"No." The other party shook his head and denied, "That is a magical castle."

Magical castle?Remus thought to himself.The only magical castle he had seen in his life was Hogwarts, and could Nurmengard be more magical than Hogwarts?

"But, why can't you approach it?" Remus looked at the other's not-so-aged face.

"Half a century ago, when Grindelwald's power was at its peak, there were no criminals or prisoners held there." The German's lips parted and closed, his blue eyes stared at Nurmengah with disgust. "But all who rebelled against Grindelwald - all who opposed him, who disobeyed... But whoever entered Nurmengard never came out again. All Europe was dismayed, People are trying to flee to England or America, but Grindelwald is too powerful, he controls the border. There are only two ways left for old people, children, men and women. First, obey Grindelwald Wo and his evil thoughts; second, oppose him, and then Nurmengard will be their destination. That was when I was a child, but I already have the most basic memories."

Limes shuddered for a moment.He knew of the execution ground in Voldemort's castle, so was there one in Nurmengadry?He looked at the seemingly harmless spire that shone slightly in the sun, and his heart sank.

"I know that you are being ravaged by a man who calls himself the Dark Lord, but compared to Grindelwald, he is nothing more than a minion at best." The German said, "Voldemort has only a group of rabble as minions, and Grindelwald Waugh raised an army himself, and if you look at the literature on that army, you'd shudder."

"But his power stops in Europe."

"Yes. Maybe he is afraid of Dumbledore, maybe he hasn't had time to continue to expand..." The German naturally changed the subject, "Grindelwald is locked in a cell at the top of the tower. Remember, no matter what he says, No matter how much I advise you, don’t listen to him easily, let alone go into the prison cell. I will wait here for your return.” After he finished speaking, he slowly stepped back a few steps and pulled Nurmengard further apart. In the distance, Remus drew his wand, cast a final glance at his escort, and stepped into the forest.

This is a seemingly ordinary forest.Rhyme walked along the gravel road. He noticed that the trees were lush and the birds were flocking. It seemed that they were completely unaffected by the so-called "magic" of the castle.After Grindelwald has been imprisoned for 35 years, the terrible atmosphere he once left here seems to have dissipated-even if people have not forgotten the all-powerful first-generation Dark Lord.

However, the moment Remus stepped out of the forest, he realized that his earlier thoughts were too naive—what he saw was a desert of sand where not a single blade of grass grew, and Nurmengard stood in the center of the sand, and now it had It's not so good-looking anymore, the heavy blue-gray stones and rusty iron fences are revealing how terrible the existence of this place used to be.But what really caught Remus' attention was the armor, longswords and shields strewn across the sand: there were countless of them, spread from the edge of the forest all the way to the foot of the castle.

In contrast to Nurmengard's bars, they were weather-beaten but still shiny, the black metal reflecting a strange light.Remus stepped forward and looked at the shield closest to him. He didn't know what it was made of, but the cold luster told him that it was by no means ordinary.Remus tentatively reached out and touched the shield, the moment his fingers touched the cold metal, the shield suddenly began to crack from the center!Like a piece of ice rapidly blasting countless cracks, Remus watched helplessly as the shield vanished into nothingness in an instant.

He opened his hand hesitantly, not even a speck of black powder in his palm.

What kind of magic is this?

Remus didn't dare to continue studying the wreckage of Grindelwald's army.He quickly walked around the pile of armor, shields and swords, and came to the castle.Following the method Dumbledore told him, Remus raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.The heavy iron door creaked, Remus took a step back, and the gate of Nurmengard slowly opened in front of him.

—It was empty inside.Candles on the walls on both sides illuminated the empty hall. There was neither the horrible torture equipment that Remus imagined, nor the most basic chairs or long tables that should exist.This made Remus wonder if Grindelwald's opponents had stormed in here and destroyed everything after Grindelwald's downfall.

He noticed the only staircase in the house—narrow, dangling, winding all the way up.

Apparently, that's the only way to Grindelwald's cell.

After an unknown amount of time, an iron gate appeared in front of the exhausted Remus.He looked down at the dizzying spiral staircase under his feet, and hurried a few steps to the door.However, when he turned the handle, he realized that the door appeared to be sealed.

"Araho Cave is open!"

As expected, it didn't work.

Remus hesitated for a moment. From the small window beside him he could see the twilight outside. He had wasted almost two hours here.Thinking of what the German said, Remus turned his head and looked at the door hesitantly, and cleared his throat: "Uh... hello, I am sent by Dumbledore. He asked me to deliver a letter to Grindelwald. letter."

After the voice fell to the iron door, there was no response, and Remus felt stupid for trying to talk to a door.But the moment he had this thought, the strange patterns on the door suddenly changed, and Remus watched in amazement as they formed a line——

your name?

Remus was dumbfounded: "Remus Lupine."

welcome.

The lock clicked and the iron door opened slowly.

In front of you is a narrow, winding staircase.The dim light was just enough to light the way ahead.

Remus pulled himself together and walked on.

The staircase was not long, and after only two turns, a fence gate appeared in front of Remus' eyes.He knew this was Grindelwald's cell.Remus quickened his pace a few steps and ran up the final steps. The candlelight illuminated the cell at the top of the tower, and he saw the old man sitting in the corner staring at the twilight outside the window at a glance.

"Grindelwald?" He stepped forward and looked at him through the fence, his white hair and gray robes seemed to belong to a down and out prisoner rather than the original Dark Lord, "You are Gellert Grindelwald? "

"Who are you?" The other party asked back very quickly, not at all like a person who has been in prison for half a century.Grindelwald turned his head. Although he was old, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.Remus felt as if he had peered right into him, and at the same time he realized that Grindelwald had probably been aware of his presence before he even set foot in the castle.

"I am Dumbledore's messenger." Remus reached out and took Dumbledore's letter from his robe and passed it over the fence. "He wants you to read this letter immediately." He noticed Grindelwald's eyes on There was a subtle change in his mention of Dumbledore's name, and he hesitantly pulled the letter from Remus, staring at Dumbledore's signature on the envelope for a moment, then slowly tore open the envelope.

"Dear Gellert:

To you, my messenger is probably 35 years late, isn't it, old friend?However, for an old professor like me who teaches in a school, 35 years are just a few long and peaceful days superimposed.So how do you spend your time?

You did not misunderstand, Gellert, the past 35 years have been as busy and enjoyable as a buzzing old bee.I don't hate you if you insist on explaining what I'm saying--you may think it's a lie or hypocrisy, but I don't really know how to explain it.I spent a long time thinking about what hate is, but I still couldn't get the answer.This is probably a puzzle that is doomed to be unsolvable.

I seem to have strayed too far, my friend.An old man who has a thousand myths and whimsy in his mind, and who is always chattering, is a submission to the years.

Closer to home, I think you must have heard of the famous Tom Riddle by now, right?He called himself the Duke of Darkness, and led his followers to try to replicate the myth that you stayed in Europe in England.

Sorry, this is not a sarcasm.Riddle wants more than you and I did when we were young.Not only does he want to replace you as the most famous Dark Lord, but he also wants to defeat death.Yes, defeat death.Riddle seems to have a different understanding of this concept than we do.He doesn't want to use any "artifacts" like the Philosopher's Stone or the Deathly Hallows to achieve his wish, he hopes to achieve immortality by his own power.I know my words are confusing.But, frankly, even I don't know exactly how he intends to defeat the Deathly Hallows.I am not afraid of his so-called 'advanced magic', but I am very worried that he has adopted a method beyond your imagination to obtain an immortal body.You once said that magic is infinite, forever able to shatter our imaginations of our own abilities.Clearly, Riddle is doing his own thing to see if your words are true.

I knew what he wanted, but not how he was going to get it.

Long, long ago, I brought him out of the orphanage and into Hogwarts.I know that the young Riddle has great curiosity about the Dark Lord, but I underestimated the temptation of power to people-in fact, I was also bewitched by it, didn't I?

Britain is under threat, and the White Wizards are repeatedly thwarted.I hate to say it, but, Gellert - many, many years ago you claimed that no one but you could be my confidant, because none of them were on my level, because they didn't know what I wanted need.Maybe your words are true, Gellert.How strange this is, I have countless reasons to hate you and stay away from you, but after so many years of hearing nothing, you are still the person I want to write to when I am at a loss.

I admit that I loathe your whole plan - including that stupid steel army and tortured Muggles - I admit that I am angry at your quick escape after Ariana's death, and I can even admit that I dreaded being in a relationship with You were defeated in the duel.But, Gellert, listen to me, I choose to write to you, you once threatened that Nurmengard could not destroy you, so, are you as alert and thoughtful as you were 35 years ago?

Laugh at me as much as you want, Gellert, even the great Dumbledore will have a day of being cornered and puzzled.Please ignore me, Gellert, it's just a letter after all, you can easily tear it to shreds.I'm not begging you, Gellert, it's just a question asked by an old man in his twilight years to an old friend.As much as I am a hypocritical and untrustworthy politician, as much as I am confused about right from wrong and direction, I am determined to help out and do things that I think have the potential to lead us to success. I don't know where the end of the road is, and I don't know how long this battle will last.I don't expect Riddle to stand up to a duel with me, and I don't expect that I can win.But I've decided to stop him, Gellert, as I've stopped you.

Albus Dumbledore"

"Then," Remus heard Grindelwald's voice, which seemed to have taken him a century to read the letter, "tell me about the Dark Lord."

-January 1th - Order of the Phoenix Headquarters in Godric's Hollow

"My best friend died, and I want an explanation!" Emmeline shouted angrily, blocking the door and watching the busy crowd.

"Voldemort killed her himself, Emmeline, if that's what you want us to repeat again." Diggle shrank the packed boxes one by one.Dorcas' last spell triggered the alarm system at the headquarters, and Voldemort fled immediately before they returned. Although he did not make it in time to enter the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, the location of the headquarters has been exposed, and the Order of the Phoenix must move out of here as soon as possible.

"You know what I mean, Diggle," Emmeline pointed out sharply. "Someone told Voldemort the address and password of the headquarters, and this person must have told him at the same time that only Dorcas was here that night." Otherwise, why did he come here that night? He has been trying to kill Dorcas for a long time, and we all know it!"

The room gradually became quiet, and many faces turned to Emmeline.

"Emeline, I remember we had agreed to never bring up that subject again."

"That's because the person who died was not Frank, Alice, so you can say it so lightly!"

"Emeline!"

Alice stopped Digger before he got angry, with undisguised anger on her face, but Alice obviously didn't plan to continue arguing with Emmeline in this moment of panic.

"Then what do you mean?" Alice asked coldly, "There are traitors in the Order of the Phoenix?"

"We mean the same as before." Fenwick put down the things in his hands and squeezed across the crowd to the front. He strode across the hall and walked towards Emmeline. people, the gesture as if they were on the same side, "We still suspect Black."

"I guess your reason is the same as before?" Di Ge asked.

"Yes!" replied Fenwick emphatically. "When will you admit that there is a traitor among us?"

"We don't like to doubt our teammates, Fenwick!" Diggle choked, "You know that the Death Eaters took a lot of things from McKinnon's house, and they may have gotten information from Caradoc. -"

"So you decided to put all the blame on your dead companion? I didn't know you were such a person, Di Ge!"

"I didn't!" Diggle argued, "I mean, they probably used veritaserum or incantations to force Caradoc to say something. As for the day they chose to come to the door, it may be an accident. Well, Fenwick, in the end, what I mean is that you can't accuse someone who has fought with you for two years without any evidence! Besides, Dumbledore himself believed him!"

"Very well," Fenwick sneered loudly. "That's a powerful argument, Diggle. I believe that everyone here can easily weigh which side of yours and mine is more convincing!"

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. The preface is excerpted from Shelley's "The Lonely Man", self-translated.

2. Nurmengard's magic was obviously set by Dumbledore.

3. Voldemort must know Grindelwald and his story, but he must also feel that he can be stronger than Grindelwald.

4. After this chapter, there will be no positive description of the Order of the Phoenix's suspicion of Sirius.

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This volume is expected to have around 15 chapters.

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