Muen opened the door, and Lucifer immediately asked curiously, "What's inside?"
"Nothing. Just a lonely old man." Muen sat on the sofa, let out a long breath, and smiled.
Many hidden things were never recorded in books.
That was why Grindelwald interested him. A wizard who had once stood at the pinnacle of the world was naturally worth speaking with.
"Arrogant Riddle..." Muen recalled Grindelwald's words. He would have been lying if he said he was not surprised.
Before, he had only glimpsed that dark era through books and had thought Voldemort was merely some terrorist from rural England.
Who would have thought that he had come all the way to Nurmengard and proudly declared to Grindelwald that he would set out from where Grindelwald had fallen?
From the very beginning, Voldemort had aimed his blade at Dumbledore.
And Grindelwald had acknowledged his strength as well...
"Interesting..."
"What's interesting? What did you do now? Why won't you tell me again?" Lucifer's eyes widened as he fired off three irritated questions in a row.
"Say something! If you don't tell me, it feels like ants are crawling all over me!!"
Muen got to his feet and stretched.
"Going to sleep!"
Early the next morning, Muen got up early.
He had no plans to go to Hogwarts. Although Madam Pince was indeed eagerly waiting for him to repair those precious books, well...
There was something more interesting to do!
He first changed clothes and adjusted the increasingly thick scarf around his neck, then left the castle with a stack of parchment.
But the moment he entered Nurmengard's ruins, he saw a ragged little elf with large ears and scrawny limbs emerge from the castle.
Its enormous, bulb-like eyes seemed clouded by a white film, murky and unfocused. Its steps were