"Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht.Alles schl?ft, einsam wacht Nur das traute, hochheilige Paar."
"Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh,Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh.Stille Nacht..."
Thud!
A sudden crash cut off Gellert Grindelwald's singing.
With a series of staggering footsteps, Serena Pendragon pushed the door open and entered the cell at the very top of Nurmengard.
"Though you are a few years older than me, your body shouldn't be in such bad shape, should it?" Gellert Grindelwald looked toward Serena Pendragon at the sound, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"I was only practicing the Flying Charm." Serena Pendragon's expression remained normal as she twisted her neck, producing a string of "click, click" sounds.
"But this place... shouldn't it be repaired? When I came up just now, I felt the stairs shake several times."
"Actually, it's not just that. The magic maintaining this place seems to have become unstable too. Maybe one day it won't be able to hold this place together, and then it'll collapse."
"It won't collapse." Gellert Grindelwald let out a snort of laughter, his gaze seeming to pierce through the cold stone walls. "As long as I'm still here, it will always stand."
"Oh?" Serena Pendragon raised an eyebrow. "From the sound of it, you don't seem to want it to collapse... I thought you'd be looking forward to that day."
"After all, when Dumbledore sent you here back then, he didn't add a specific time limit. If this place collapsed, wouldn't you be able to come out?"
"A lovely thought." The corner of Gellert Grindelwald's mouth curved slightly. "Since Albus had me stay here, then it will stay with me forever."
"Hiss!" Serena Pendragon sucked in a cold breath. "I suddenly feel a little cold... or rather, it really is a little cold in here!"