There is no light source inside Nurmengard.
" Lumos!"
Morris chanted a spell softly, and his wand emitted a gentle light that illuminated the surroundings.
He found himself standing at the bottom of a narrow spiral staircase.
The staircase stretches upwards, its end nowhere in sight.
Morris, wand in hand, began to climb upwards; to his right were rows of cell doors.
He tried pushing one of the doors, but could only open the small window on the door.
He reached his wand inside and used the Lumos Charm to examine the interior.
A stone bed was placed against the wall, with nothing on it. In the corner was a water trough, and an iron chain hung down from the wall, dragging on the ground.
This place is indeed abandoned, Morris thought.
He put away his wand and continued upwards.
Layer upon layer, all the cells were empty.
Finally, the stairs came to an end.
There's only one room on the top floor, and it's highly likely that Grindelwald himself is imprisoned there.
Morris stopped at the door and knocked politely.
"Hello, routine check-up."
There was no response.
He shrugged, used Shadow Concealment again, entered the shadows, and easily passed through the door.
As soon as his feet touched the ground again, he immediately sensed a human presence.
Under the narrow vertical window, an old man was sitting on a dilapidated wooden chair.
He closed his eyes and remained motionless.
Despite the dim light, Morris immediately recognized that it was Grindelwald himself, because the person looked exactly like the one that appeared in Trelawney's crystal ball.
The stealth was so successful that Grindelwald was unaware of the intrusion.
Morris hesitated before speaking, "Um... hello?"
Grindelwald suddenly opened his eyes.
Those were indeed sharp, clear eyes.
He quickly stood up, his gaze fixed on the direction where Morris was.
About two seconds later, he spoke expressionlessly, "Who are you?"
Morris scratched his head. "How should I put it... I'm here to visit you in prison?"
As he spoke, he lit his wand, and a soft light filled the entire room.
Grindelwald was stunned for a moment.
" Dumbledore sent you?"
"No, let's put that aside for now," Morris smiled, taking a small bag from his pocket and handing it to the other person. "I also brought Christmas presents. Oh, you probably don't know, today is Christmas."
Grindelwald looked down at the small bag handed to him.
It says on it: Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"It's some candy," Morris said casually. "I don't think you can get this kind of thing in prison."
Grindelwald did not reach out to take it.
"I've lost all my teeth," he said coldly. "If you came here to humiliate me, then you've succeeded."
This is a huge misunderstanding!
Morris swore he had no such intention.
He looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't think of that. Well... here, take this."
As he spoke, he took back the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and handed Grindelwald a new bag. "This time it's pear hard candies, that should be fine, right?"
Grindelwald had never seen such a strange fellow.
"What exactly are you here for?" He reached out and took the bag of candy, took one out and popped it into his mouth.
The sweetness made his cheeks relax slightly.
"Don't you recognize me?" Morris said.
Grindelwald stared at him for more than ten seconds, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before," he finally spoke, his words slow and he seemed somewhat uncertain.
"Let me give you another hint," Morris stroked his chin, " Prophecy."
Grindelwald's brow furrowed, as if he were trying hard to recall.
Seeing this, Morris sighed, "This is the last hint. If you don't remember, there's nothing I can do."
Grindelwald raised his hand and waved it gently.
"There's no need," he said. "I remember now. I did see you in the Prophecy."
As expected, Morris nodded to himself.
Professor Trelawney was not lying to him.
"What is the Prophecy about?" he asked curiously, leaning forward slightly.
"I thought you knew," Grindelwald said calmly, looking at him, "That's what's happening right now, and we're talking about it here."
Morris paused for a moment, "That's it?"
"That's it," Grindelwald nodded, "A boy emerged from the shadows, carrying Christmas presents, and stood before me. That's the scene I've seen before."
Morris scratched his head.
He couldn't tell if the other person was lying.
Let's believe it for now.
He was trying to figure out how to continue the conversation when Grindelwald spoke first.
"You came all this way to see me, there must be something else you want to discuss, right?"
"Of course," Morris replied, "I couldn't possibly run all this way just to bring you some candy."
Grindelwald smiled slightly. "That's quite honest of you. So, what is it?"
Morris sat down on the stone bed beside him and, without further suspense, began to tell his story.
"I once arrived in a strange world, which I called the Gap World."
There was no sun there, but the sky was bright, filled with white mist. The ground was desert, vast stretches of desert, as far as the eye could see.
"But right there in the middle of that desert, I found a wooden house."
After he finished speaking, he took out a photo and handed it over.
"There was no one in the house, but I found this in this room."
Grindelwald took the photo.
That was him in his youth, standing confidently in some unknown place, smiling at the camera.
"That was a long time ago," Grindelwald said softly. "I forget exactly when, but I was very young then."
"That's good," Morris said sincerely. "Could you tell me something about that world? That's why I came here."
Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, a playful smile on his face. "Why should I answer your question?"
This old man.
Morris looked somewhat helpless.
If the other party doesn't want to talk, there's really nothing he can do.
You can't force the other party.
Respecting the elderly and caring for the young are traditional virtues, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Morris sighed and pointed to the bag of candy in the other person's hand, "Since I brought you a gift, how about this?"
Grindelwald glanced down, then asked calmly, "You want to know about that world, but what is your purpose?"
Morris thought for a moment.
"No purpose," he answered honestly. "Just curiosity. I just want to know what that place is, why that house is there, and why that photograph is there. Nothing else, I just want to find out."
Grindelwald suddenly laughed.
"Okay, I quite like you. Anyway, I'm practically a dead man anyway, so I'll just chat with you. It's no big deal."
"Thank you, sir." Morris immediately sat up straight, adopting an attentive posture.
Although he was a former Dark Lord, the other party seemed quite easy to talk to.