Nurmengard.
This gloomy castle standing in the valley seems to be a forgotten corner of the magical world. It has long been surrounded by thick fog and dense forests, isolated from the world's sight. The stone walls of the castle are mottled and in disrepair. Time has carved indelible traces on it. Every brick and tile seems to tell the story of past glory and current decline.
In the dark and small room, everyone knows that Gellert and Grindelwald who committed heinous crimes are imprisoned here. Facing such a person, even Voldemort and Death Eaters will inevitably feel fear.
"My master asked me to bring you his greetings." The bearded man in a cloak stuffed a wand into the room and spoke in a low voice with a suppressed nervous voice, "He knows your ideals and agrees with your ideas. Now that the time has come, he hopes you can let the world see your strength again."
"Dumbledore has poisoned the wizarding world for too long. People like you need to stand up and judge Dumbledore. My master hopes that you can seize this rare opportunity." The bearded man in the cloak also knew how bold his words were, so he immediately took a few steps back when he saw the old man standing up.
Tell the truth.
If he didn't need to repeat his master's original words, the bearded man in a cloak really didn't want to talk like this. He was really worried. Gellert·Grindelwald asked him directly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
There's no way to answer the call!
Perhaps for most wizards in the British wizarding world, Grindelwald is just a character in historical stories, but for the bearded man born in Ministry of Magic, he knows more than other wizards, not to mention the silent Death Eaterss who have been studying the weaknesses of Dumbledore and Dumbledore over the years.
When it comes to the past events about Dumbledore, the Pure-blood nobles probably don't know as much detail as they Death Eaters - of course, if they can tell Grindelwald to judge Dumbledore, it is obvious that their understanding of Dumbledore and Grindelwald is not thorough enough.
It's actually normal.
After all, the story of a century ago has been buried in the dust for too long, and it has been hidden too deeply by Dumbledore himself. Only a handful of people understand the unspeakable past.
Of course Voldemort and his henchmen cannot have free access to that kind of secret.
"Wand?"
Gellert. Grindelwald's eyes flashed with excitement. He quickly approached the door of the cell, and the words in his mouth also had an extremely resentful tone.
"Dumbledore was indeed brought to trial! He is an extremely insidious and treacherous villain! I was deceived by him! It was he who caused me to be locked up here and only eat some raw pickles and millet porridge every day!" This was obviously the old man's true feelings, with the extreme resentment of gritting his teeth.
Maybe what he said was actually different from what the bearded man thought, but the bearded man couldn't hear the difference. He was only pleasantly surprised that Gellert. Grindelwald's reaction was the reaction they wanted to see.
"Yes, that's it. We are happy to help push the fire behind the scenes. If you and your friends need allies, you can cooperate with us after you come out."
"With just a little inquiry, you can contact us... We have a common desire and desire to kill Dumbledore." The tone of the bearded man wearing a cloak was also full of resentment and hatred. No one hates Dumbledore who has made them lose their glory more than Death Eaters.
"You guys?"
Gellert. Grindelwald frowned and raised his head. He picked up the wand on the ground and padded it with weight. Seeing that this guy was about to cast a spell, the bearded man in a cloak immediately took out Portkey.
"Looking forward to your visit."
The bearded man stared at the wand he sent out, and after leaving only one sentence, he hurriedly activated Portkey. His timid appearance seemed to be that he was worried that he would be used by Gellert. Grindelwald to test the edge of the new wand - facing this level of Dark Wizard, even those who were also Dark Wizard had to be careful enough.
The bearded man knew very well what the wizard in the cell could do and what he had done in the past, including burning half of Paris. He did not want to be used by such a wizard to vent his anger after being imprisoned for decades.
"Whoosh~"
The figure of the mysterious cloaked man disappeared outside the cell. He destroyed the protective measures and caused the shielding here to lose its effect. He ran so fast probably because he was worried that he would be seen by the Ministry of Magic officials who arrived - he was obviously a little too much. After thinking about it, a group of Ministry of Magic officials far away suddenly stood up after sensing that the protective measures had lost their effect. Then everyone looked at each other and continued to sit down and start another Wizard's Chess.
Report?
What kind of newspaper... Who can be a civil servant who can sit here and play chess, who doesn't know that the people above him are all on the opposite side! Eleven years ago, the Acolytes people have been carrying out secret activities again. Let's not talk about other places. Just talking about Austria, God knows how many of the Austria wizards have secretly joined the party in the past eleven years!
Maybe the colleagues who are guarding the prison together here have dark roots!
I can't afford to gamble, I really can't afford to gamble. You must know that Acolytes became active again eleven years ago, and Ministry of Magic of Austria replaced serving senior officials in large numbers more than ten years ago.
If you shout here that the man escaped from prison, there is a high probability that the person who entered the cell will not be that man. Even if you go to test the protective measures, you have to worry about whether someone will stab you in the back. Wise Ministry of Magic civil servants know how to do this. This kind of question is tested every year in the civil service examination.
"What happened?"
"It must be an illusion."
"Well, I think it's an illusion too."
"Since you all think it is an illusion, then I must also have an illusion."
The guards understood each other tacitly, and they all sat down to drink tea and play chess. No one dared to show too much care, and they had to concentrate on trying to win Wizard's Chess as usual. They were all good people among wizards. Even if something big happened, changing from a prison guard to a security guard would not affect their salary.
Many of the guards here even have some expectations in their hearts.
And the other side.
In the cell of Nurmengard.
What was happening was different from what they imagined.
"Where's the person! Why did he run away! I haven't finished my words yet!" Gellert. Grindelwald, or should we call him Gellert. Lockhart. He was originally putting on an air of unfathomable air. However, after seeing the bearded man in black robe using Portkey to run away, his disguise immediately disappeared and he panicked.
"You haven't told me who you are yet? Dumbledore resistance army? Anti-authority alliance? Anti-Hogwarts association?" Gellert. Lockhart grabbed the iron fence and shouted into the air.
No one responded.
"Damn it! Can't you just let me out? Open the cell door for me!" Gellert. Lockhart couldn't hold back any longer, looking at the still locked cell door with an expression full of aggrievedness.
Incompetent and furious, he yelled several times. When he realized that the person might have really left, Gellert. Lockhart immediately slapped himself in the face, regretting that he should have just asked the other person to open the door for him.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it, I am the most powerful Dark Wizard in the world now. Of course I have a way to get out of here. I have done many more amazing things." Gellert. Lockhart tightly held the wand in his hand that was sent to the cell by Death Eaters. He waved the wand a few times tentatively, but a ball of fire suddenly exploded out of it.
Almost setting his shoes on fire... This is obviously not a suitable reaction. Wands will resist wizards they do not approve of. Many wizards who forcefully use other people's wands will encounter some accidents, and this can be seen from the first time they come into contact with the wand and pour magic into the wand.
The choice of wizard for the wand is not just an advertising slogan. Gellert. Lockhart Although he is a straw bag, his knowledge reserve in this area has not been completely lost.
Of course.
Despite this, this does not affect Gellert. Lockhart's determination. Even though he knows that he and the wand are not compatible, he really wants to leave this prison of daily mediocrity. He just wants to go back now, and then immediately sue Dumbledore and that damn Dark Wizard Grindelwald!
These two Dark Wizard must have put on a show, and then Dumbledore became the hero of the wizards. Lockhart realized such a "truth" after being imprisoned here.
Such superb means of gaining fame amazed him, but it also made him angry. Why should he be imprisoned here as a scapegoat to replace Grindelwald?
"I want to get out!"
"It's just a small Alohomora. Now I have a magic wand. Even if this wand looks down upon others, I should be able to forcefully use it to open this simple door."
"Calm down, I must calm down, I am a wizard...", Gellert. Lockhart put out the fire in the cell, forced himself to do some psychological construction, and immediately walked towards the door with confidence.
"It's just Alohomora!"
He even adjusted his expression and demeanor, and re-disguised the face he was wearing now, as if he felt that doing so could increase his success rate.
It is hard to imagine that an outstanding graduate who was once Ravenclaw, just planning to perform a very simple [Alohomora], could actually be so nervous and solemn.
"Alohomora!"
Gellert. Lockhart adhered to the principle that the louder the sound, the stronger the magic. He shouted and released the spell, and the wand in his hand suddenly emitted a light containing magic.
The lock on the cell door shook a few times.
If open but not open.
Gellert. Lockhart pulled hard on the cell door, thinking that he would get out of trouble immediately did not happen. This ordinary lock seemed to be making a silent mockery of him.
"Damn it!"
Gellert. Lockhart, who did not believe in evil, gritted his teeth and tried again.
"Alohomora!"
The door lock continues to open.
"Alohomora!"
The gold content of Rukai is still rising.
"Alohomora!"
"Alohomora!"
"Alohomora!"
All of a sudden.
The cell continued to echo with the increasingly unwilling and angry sounds of Gellert. Lockhart casting spells - perhaps as Ian suspected, he had completely lost his magic versatility as a wizard. After trying and failing again and again, even a freshman who had just entered school might be able to learn this simple spell.
However.
Gellert. Lockhart has always gained only failure.
"Open it for me!"
Gellert. Lockhart, who was gradually getting up, let out a roar, and the magic power in his body, which was actually quite a lot, surged wildly. The wand, which was unwilling to be used by him, suddenly began to heat up.
"Alohomora!"
Unaware, Gellert. Lockhart continued to cast Alohomora.
This time.
The wand did not remain forced to use, but chose a special response.
"Bang!"
It exploded immediately.
The magic that was brewing out of control collapsed directly into Gellert. Lockhart's face.
"Ah!!!"
He let out an extremely painful scream.
Like the explosion of a firearm, Gellert. Lockhart was hit by out-of-control magic, but fortunately he was only using Alohomora, so he did not suffer the fate of being shot in the head. Of course, even so, the Charms that collapsed his right eye and continued to bleed, still made him feel heartbreaking pain.
"My face! My face!"
What is professionalism? This is the professionalism of idols. Gellert. Lockhart doesn't care about his eyesight. He only cares about whether his face will be disfigured because of this out-of-control Charms.
He stumbled towards the mirror. Even though he was dizzy and sweating profusely from the pain, he forced his other eye to check his face.
Fortunately, Charms only hit the right eye.
"It's all the blame on that hateful anti-Dumbledore alliance!" Gellert. Lockhart obviously still doesn't understand who came to find him. His IQ in this regard has obviously not improved because of the biological Transfiguration.
"You are Grindelwald now, shouldn't you be anti-Dumbledore?" Suddenly, Gellert. Lockhart heard a chuckle from behind him.
It's not an illusion.
This made Gellert. Lockhart instantly get goosebumps.
"Obliviate!"
At what he thought was a critical moment, Gellert. Lockhart turned around and cast the magic that he was most proud of and the only one that could guarantee 100% success.
The turbulent and fast Obliviate is in stark contrast to the previous Alohomora. It is faster and more powerful than the normal Obliviate, and it obviously has its own understanding and improvement methods.
Many unsuspecting powerful wizards would definitely suffer from this. However, there was no one standing where the sound came from, only an ancient mirror floating in the air.
It seemed to predict the landing point of Obliviate, and directly caught Obliviate with its own mirror. Then, Gellert. Lockhart's extraordinary Obliviate was immediately bounced back.
Came very quickly.
The speed of rebound is naturally the same.
Gellert. Lockhart had no time to dodge, and was hit directly in the face by his own Obliviate - he fell to the ground with a plop as if he had a panic attack.
The strange hanging mirror that suddenly appeared slowly disappeared.
After a long time.
Gellert. Lockhart got up from the ground and covered his head.
"Who am I?"
Gellert. Lockhart held on to the dressing table with difficulty, his mind went blank. He looked blankly at the mirror in front of him, his injured eye still bleeding slowly.
"Am I a handsome old man?"
"What's wrong with my eyes..."
Even though he lost his memory, he still couldn't change his narcissism. Gellert. Lockhart raised his hand and touched his right eye. The bleeding eye had the texture of a cataract exploded by the out-of-control Charms.
He narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion.
The lock on the dresser drawer opened suddenly, startling Gellert. Lockhart. He took several steps back and even fell to the ground.
"Scared me to death!"
After patting his chest to calm down his emotions for a while, Gellert. Lockhart then stood up from the ground. He cautiously approached the drawer of the dressing table and looked inside.
A heavy diary lies quietly in the drawer.
"Gellert. Grindelwald..."
Lockhart read out the signature on the diary.
"Is this my diary?" Lockhart, who was in a state of being unable to remember anything and was already panicking, seemed to be grasping a straw of hope at this moment.
Hogsmeade Village in the quiet night.
Under the big tree.
The middle-aged wizard wearing a funny top hat looked up at the castle in the distance. A simple mirror appeared out of thin air, and was put into his robe with an expressionless expression.
Then the wandering chess player looked at the chess board in front of him. It was different from the chess board when setting up the stall during the day. This chess board was full of various characters and chess pieces.
The chess pieces have unique shapes and do not belong to any of the chess types among Wizard's Chess. Instead, they are like sculptures of living people. Among them are Dumbledore, Snape and Grindelwald.
"Sloppy Seer, this is the right direction..." The middle-aged wizard stared at the chess pieces and muttered to himself. He raised his hand and lightly tapped the black chess pieces on the chessboard.
"At least that's true for me."
Quiet night.
The homeless man murmured in a low voice, his voice tired. The moonlight swayed down from the branches, shining on the pure silver ring on his hand.
The age-old ring shines with a shimmer.
Engraved on it is a Raven.
The next day.
Ian woke up at Room of Requirement.
He felt that his head hurt, his mouth was dry, and the pillow he was holding was a little too cold. It might be good in summer, but it was really a bit inappropriate in winter. After Ian opened his eyes as his mind slowly restarted, the first thing that caught his eye was a ferocious face without eyes.
"What did I do last night!"
Ian screamed in terror.
He let go of Dementor, who was dressed in a Halloween costume and tied into a rice dumpling, and jumped up from the floor of Room of Requirement like a frightened deer.
"Yeah, what did you do to us last night?"
Before Ian looked at Dementor who looked like a pillow on the floor, he recalled his fragmented memories.
The next moment.
Dozens of books made of bones floated over.
They surrounded Ian.
He asked an angry question.
<Book of Parseltongue>
Ian recognized his crooked handwriting on the book.
The number of words today is smaller because I have to adjust the update time to the world of the world. Staying up late continuously is a bit overwhelming. I have to go to work during the day and I am so groggy that I can't help it. I will resume tomorrow!
(End of chapter)