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Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Two months of happiness, a century of ineffable.

Austrian Alps.

Nurmengard Castle.

It is isolated and sparsely populated.

Only a dark stone tower stood on the hillside for dozens of miles.

A flash of fire appeared at the foot of the mountain, and Alvin walked out.

It was dusk then, and Alvin accompanied Hermione to visit the Ministry of Magic after the end of the hearing before he set off.

He stood there, looking at the world-famous prison.

Perhaps there used to be many prisoners here, but now only one person is imprisoned here. That is the first generation of Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald.

Feeling the Anti-Apparition Charm around him and the looming light on the tower's first floor, Alvin smiled lightly.

Rather than being imprisoned, it is better to say that Grindelwald chose to spend his later years here in peace.

Just relying on the simple protective measures, as well as the guard on the first floor, is really useless.

After the battle with Dumbledore in 1945, the Dark Lord was already "dead" and imprisoned in Nurmengard. He was just finding a place to spend the rest of his life.

Waving his hand and letting Fury play nearby, he approached the invisible barrier.

The palm was attached to the barrier, and waves rippled on the protective cover.

After careful sensing, Alvin found that there was also the existence of induction magic and communication magic.

If anyone breaks in here, it will be discovered very quickly.

As for who will be notified, it is estimated to be the Ministry of Magic of Austria.

Perhaps add the one from England.

"Finite!"

A golden light appeared on the palm of the hand, spreading over the barrier, bit by bit nibbling away a loophole that could allow one person to pass through.

Alvin stepped in, and as he passed, the golden light disappeared, and the barrier returned to its original state.

He is not afraid of Dumbledore, but Alvin feels that his conversation with Grindelwald would take much time.

He chose this gentle way to break the barrier to avoid being disturbed.

Standing in front of the very worn wooden door at the entrance, Alvin admired the writing on the wall.

"For the Greater Good."

There is an inexplicable sense of irony. Grindelwald often mentions this sentence, which is also the motto he practiced in the first half of his life.

And Nurmengard Castle was also the center of Grindelwald's rule of Europe, and now it has become his own cage.

One peck and one drink will be determined by its own destiny.

Pushing the wooden door, the guard on the first floor heard the movement and quickly came out to check what had happened. When he saw Alvin, he wanted to scream, but his head was dizzy, and he fainted.

Alvin didn't ask where Grindelwald lived because it wasn't necessary.

The tallest person naturally wants to live in the highest position.

The top floor of the Black Tower, inside a Castle.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, with only a wooden table and a small bed.

An old man was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling that had peeled paint, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Perhaps it was the moment when he was in high spirits. He used to cover the sky with one hand, and the entire Europa continent surrendered to his feet. Only the island on the other side of the strait he never set foot on.

Perhaps earlier, the two months he spent carefree with Dumbledore, the kind of like-minded feeling he often reminisced about.

Two months of happiness, a century of ineffable.

The right hand, unconsciously playing with the pendant, suddenly stopped, and a hoarse voice came from Grindelwald's mouth.

"It took so long to come up?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Grindelwald. I took too much time to visit the whole Castle. "

"Nurmengard Castle is such a monumental place. If I come here and don't take a few pictures for my girlfriend, they will be angry."

Pushing the door and entering, Alvin raised the camera in his hand and said a little embarrassedly.

Grindelwald's eyelids twitched. What does this guy think of Nurmengard?

At the same time, his heart was also shocked by Alvin's age. Originally, he only felt that someone had broken into his Castle. Still, he didn't expect the visitor to be so young.

"Are you an adult? Kid?"

Still a little unable to hold back, Grindelwald looked at Alvin curiously.

What would such a little wizard come to do for him, ask him to help with his homework?

"Come on, in three more years. I'll be graduating from Hogwarts."

While speaking, he also took out trays of delicate pastries from a small bag.

Alvin sets the food on it using Transfiguration to transform a worn wooden table into a gorgeous dining table.

"This is the afternoon tea I specially prepared. Let's have some together?"

Alvin is also a little embarrassed. He should have prepared dinner if he had known he would get lost.

After sending Hermione home, it was only in the afternoon, and thinking that with the distance of his Apparition, he would soon be able to reach Nurmengard.

He simply asked Barr to prepare dessert as a souvenir.

But who knows? Because Alvin has never been to Austria, Alvin temporarily exerted too much force and Apparated in Canada.

After several Apparition, he found the exact location, and the time came for the evening.

Looking at the night sky that was completely dark outside, Grindelwald fell silent.

England turned out to be this time for afternoon tea.

No wonder Dumbledore never came out when he asked him for afternoon tea.

Alvin wasn't in a hurry to talk about his business, and neither was Grindelwald, who picked up a Yorkshire pudding and ate it.

Sweets can bring happiness and satisfaction. At least Grindelwald felt that his mood was much better.

This afternoon tea, he ate very happily. Although he wouldn't starve in Nurmengard, he ate very simple food daily. He hadn't eaten such exquisite desserts for 60 years.

After a meal, Alvin barely moved, and most of the food went into Grindelwald's stomach.

With a random move, a weed growing in the wall's crack flew into Grindelwald's hand and turned into a handkerchief.

Wipe his mouth gracefully. Even though he is in a cage, the elegance in his bones has never changed.

"Little guy, so what's the matter with me today?"


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Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Punch first, and ask questions again when you hit!

Grindelwald looked at Alvin with some admiration.

No matter what the other party did here, at least this means and bearing made his eyes shine.

It's been nearly an hour since Alvin came in, and it's still calm outside.

This shows that his method of breaking the enchantment is very superb.

Forget it. Teach this little guy some magic before sending him away.

Alvin found that even the first generation of Dark Lord was not exempt.

As soon as they met, he called himself a kid, and now they became a little guy after a meal.

Considering that Grindelwald would have to sacrifice his life for him in the future, Alvin decided to forgive him.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I am now in a great business, and my Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, is somewhat disapproving of my ideas,"

"To prevent the professor from influencing my plans, I hope Mr. Grindelwald can come out to help me and attract the attention of Professor Dumbledo..."

"Hahahahaha!"

Before Alvin finished speaking, Grindelwald just laughed out loud.

"Little guy, I don't know how you know about him and me, but I advise you not to do things under Dumbledore's eyelids. You are still a little tender!"

"As for me? I'm just a bad old man now. The days of Nurmengard are very suitable for me. Everything in the outside world is no longer attractive to me. You should put less effort into it!"

These words, he said half-truths.

To persuade Alvin not to make trouble. Grindelwald did not want a genius to be strangled because he had provoked someone he couldn't afford before he could bloom his brilliance.

But he described himself as a bad old man, so what is Voldemort, a street gangster?

"Haa~"

With a slight sigh, Alvin knew that today's conversation would not go well.

Sure enough, strength is the foundation of negotiation. Without a fight, Grindelwald would never put himself in his position.

Five fingers became claws, and a group of silver flames burned.

Under Grindelwald's astonished eyes, Alvin's figure disappeared instantly.

Boom!

Alvin, who appeared again, came to Grindelwald and punched him hard.

Unexpectedly, Alvin would start without saying a word.

A large hole knocked out Nurmengard's Castle wall, and Grindelwald's figure appeared in the air.

"Cough cough!"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Grindelwald looked at the hole solemnly.

Alvin did not know when a shield appeared around him, blocking Fiendfyre from the outside.

The shield quickly deformed and shrunk into a spherical ball, wrapping the Fiendfyre in it, and it didn't take long for it to go out.

Alvin flew out of it unhurriedly, stood opposite Grindelwald, looked at the Shield Charm condensed into a ball, and praised. "As expected of you, the Shield Charm is so superb."

Suppose it is divided according to the magic spell proficiency established by himself. In that case, this is also the fifth level, without a doubt, which is the highest level.

Grindelwald was unmoved by his compliment. "You're not bad. Apparition in battle and Fiendfyre, only a few people in the magical community can do it."

"It's hard for me to imagine that after Dumbledore, there is another wizard of such amazing talent in the wizarding world. I am shocked by your talent."

Alvin frowned, the conversation sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

However, he did not deny Grindelwald's praise to the point where he is now. Excessive modesty is hypocrisy.

Looking at Grindelwald with nothing in his hand, Alvin threw something away.

Catching it subconsciously, Grindelwald found that it was actually a magic wand, and this magic wand fit him very well.

"Letting you fight with me with your bare hands is a bit of bullying. I make this wand, and the material is Elderberry Tree and Thestral tail hair."

Hearing this combination, Grindelwald's pupils shrank. This combination was too familiar to him.

The Elder Wand in the Deathly Hallows is the same material.

Feeling the increase far more powerful than ordinary wands, Grindelwald felt that the Elder Wand was back in his hands.

Although there are still some gaps in power, this wand does not have the rebellious feeling of the old wand at all, and it is more convenient.

He couldn't believe it. "You said you made this wand yourself?"

Alvin nodded. When he was in the underworld, he took some branches of the Elderberry Tree and combined them with the Thestral tail hair to make a brand new Elder Wand.

But he doesn't know which link is a little worse. Although the power of the wand Alvin made is good, it is still worse than the original version.

Grindelwald once again sighed. It's true that Alvin gave him too much shock today.

"I take back what I just said. Even Dumbledore is not as good as you. I, Grindelwald, would like to call you the strongest!"

Man, the taste is too strong.

Alvin finally knew where his familiarity just now came from.

With a head full of black lines, Alvin flew to the top of the tower of Nurmengard.

"Come up and fight!"

There was an undisguised excitement in words.

Grindelwald's heart also ignited long-lost blood, and he waved his wand freely, and a ladder was formed to the other side of the top of the tower.

As he stepped step by step, Grindelwald's image also changed from a sloppy centenarian to a handsome uncle with white hair in his forties.

By the time Grindelwald reached the end, he had completely become the first generation of Dark Lords who reigned supreme in Europe!

"Boy, I don't know your name yet."

Grindelwald asked curiously. Alvin also did a standard etiquette.

"Alvin Gaunt, Hogwarts Prospective Fifth Year, Ravenclaw Prefect."

That's right, Alvin has received a letter from Hogwarts, and he's been a Prefect since school started.

Grindelwald: …

The originally surging mood, the burning blood, suddenly retreated a lot.

He felt that the little wizard on the opposite side was not very good at speaking.

Dark Lord VS Hogwarts Prefect?

If so, Grindelwald would rather die than reveal what happened today!


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