Nurmengard Wizard Prison was different from the holy, warm aura left behind after the teleportation to the Floating City, where sunlight had poured down. This cold, pitch-black prison, long isolated from human habitation, was icy and sinister.
On the top floor of this prison—originally built by Gellert Grindelwald when he was in power to imprison his opponents—in the cell at the center of the prison, there was a warmth that did not match the place. Bright candles leaped merrily along the walls.
Dumbledore wore a luxurious dark-green robe embroidered with many stars and moons. He sat in what had become a broad, comfortable armchair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his wand placed beside him. He was watching the live broadcast on the Magic Television before him—although Harris Television had already been banned here, just as Germany's Ministry of Magic could not control what went on in those Pureblood families' homes, this prison, which now somewhat ironically held its own builder, was clearly something of a lawless place as well.
"Ha, that bad boy... Hess's plans have completely fallen through." Grindelwald looked at the faces of the wizards on the ground in the television and showed a mocking smile. "Apparating at the border straight to the destination... Now they didn't break any rules, while the guards Germany gathered from across the entire country ran off cleanly in front of everyone..."
"Harris has made Hogwarts powerful and great..." Dumbledore raised one eyebrow. "But I hope that does not also take away wizards' sympathy and conscience... Did you notice the attitude of those French wizards? The atmosphere in the United Kingdom's Magical World has been very bad lately. Certain arrogant and radical sentiments are beginning to sprout among the people."
"Still not as arrogant as you and I, Albus. This