Austria.
On a remote, secluded hillside stood the infamous Nurmengard prison.
A cloaked figure silently appeared under cover of night. He looked up at the pitch-black sky above the hillside for a moment, then stepped forward.
With a soft pop.
The figure seemed to pass through an invisible barrier, and the darkness ahead rippled like the surface of a lake.
Beyond the ripples stood a grim tower—Nurmengard.
It was a wizarding prison specially built by Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, during his reign to imprison those who opposed him.
After Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, the fully equipped prison was taken over by the International Confederation of Wizards and used to detain dangerous individuals from across Europe.
The infamous Grindelwald was imprisoned in the very prison he had built. Given the Dark Lord's danger, Nurmengard's defenses were self-evident.
That was also the main reason Albert had not invaded Nurmengard directly, unless he wanted to fight his way in and take down every guard in the prison.
That was definitely not a good idea.
However, with Babajide's help, Albert could visit the wizarding prison as a guest.
Though it sounded ridiculous, Dumbledore had done so more than once while he was alive.
"Good evening, sir. Please show your credentials."
An elderly Nurmengard guard approached Albert with an oil lamp and greeted him, though there was a trace of wariness in his eyes.
After all, Albert had come to visit at this hour.
Of course, the main reason he had not immediately been treated as an intruder was that Albert had passed through Nurmengard's outermost protective magic without hindrance or triggering any alarms, which meant he had been granted permission.
Albert handed the sheet of parchment Babajide had given him to the elderly guard.
"Well, this is unusual."
After carefully examining