Chapter 300 Gellert Grindelwald

Austria, Alps.

The cold wind howled, and jagged mountains crisscrossed each other. On the west side of the mountain ridge was a parallel deep valley. Thick stratus clouds surged high in the sky, blocking the peaks.

It was supposed to be a hot summer day, but the snow on the top of the mountain was still biting and cold, and it was laid out in smooth veins along the mountain crest.

Close to the snow line, there is a lonely black tower standing on the edge of the cliff. It is dilapidated and dusty, as if it has been silent for centuries.

Suddenly, a diamond-like silver beam penetrated through the stratus clouds, and a beam of moonlight illuminated the entire mountain top, illuminating the snow on the top of the mountain and adding a rare touch of color to this lonely tower.

In the darkest room at the highest point of the tower, there was a thin, wrinkled old man. He raised his head from the cold and hard wooden bed and looked at the only window in the room that was narrower than a human head.

The bright moonlight spilled into the window and shone in the old man's cloudy blue eyes.

The old man took advantage of this moonlight, and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

He saw an elegant bat flying lightly in the light, flying into the dim room with the moonlight.

The bat landed on the only tattered blanket in the room and transformed into a tall, silver-haired man.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" he asked softly.

The room was so short that Dracula couldn't even stand up straight. He could only lower his head and look at the old man with sunken eyes and wrinkles on his face, lying on the hard bed like a skeleton.

"Haha, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot my name." The wrinkles on the old man's face squeezed together, and he said hoarsely with a rather ironic smile.

"To be honest, I thought I would see a great wizard who is getting stronger and stronger over time," Dracula was silent for a moment, and then said in a calm tone, "I didn't expect to see an old man who was down and out."

He looked around with disgust, waved his hand, conjured a chair on the tattered blanket and sat down, then finally straightened his back.

"If you are comparing that despicable, lying bastard to me, then I'm sorry to disappoint you." Grindelwald didn't even bother to move, and spat towards the bedside contemptuously, "I'm here He spent fifty years in this garbage heap, and he lived happily for fifty years."

"As far as I know, Dumbledore has had absolutely no chance to live happily in the past few decades." Dracula corrected, "After dealing with you, the first generation of the Dark Lord, another one appeared within a few years. The Dark Lord, he is even more evil than you."

"It's just a little baby that Dumbledore found from the orphanage," Grindelwald sneered. "I have to thank that little thing. If it weren't for asking me how to deal with him, I'm afraid Dumbledore wouldn't even have written the letter. Too lazy to write me one.”

"You two are still communicating?" Dracula asked in surprise.

"It's just a meaningless move to kill time." Grindelwald said self-deprecatingly, "Or maybe it was a little preferential treatment he gave me because he took pity on me as a defeated person."

"So...haven't you ever thought about escaping from such a terrible life?" Dracula's eyes flashed red, and his tone became a bit tempting, "You are willing to stay here for the rest of your life. To die of old age in a dark room on a high tower?"

Grindelwald looked into Dracula's eyes, confused for a moment.

However, the next moment, he laughed hoarsely, as if he was not affected in any way.

"Is this the charm magic of the vampire family?" Grindelwald laughed hoarsely, "Count Dracula really thinks highly of an old man like me."

Dracula stared into Grindelwald's cloudy blue eyes and frowned slightly.

"You know me?" Dracula asked.

"Of course, it's too obvious."

Grindelwald finally moved, sat up from the bed, and leaned against the rough wall beside the bed.

"In the few letters Dumbledore has written to me in the past few years, apart from Voldemort, you have been mentioned the most." A look of hatred or envy flashed across his face, "Drawing you into the same camp. , it seems to make him very happy..."

"I have never been in the same camp as him." Dracula retorted casually, "I am not interested at all in a good man who is willing to abandon his life as a pawn to survive for others."

"Ha, good guy..." Grindelwald's sarcastic look on his face became more intense, and he sneered, "Just because he is a good guy, does he have to break up with me, a bad guy?"

"He was able to abandon our promise fifty years ago, and he can naturally abandon his life at will fifty years later... Everything is for the so-called protection, for the so-called righteousness!"

Not knowing what he remembered, Grindelwald's mood became no longer calm, and his cheeks, which had not been exposed to the sun for many years, turned sickly red.

"Ha! When I saw that letter fifteen years ago, I knew that one day he would lose his life for the 'atonement' he said!" Grindelwald straightened his back from the wall and said emotionally.

"He is really a great and supreme person, he can take care of anything!"

"What are you talking about?" Dracula asked with a frown, not quite understanding what Grindelwald was talking about.

"You know what? I know Dumbledore better than anyone in the world." Grindelwald's voice suddenly calmed down, "He blamed all the small characters who died in the war with Voldemort on himself. …”

"He felt that he could have done better when Voldemort was still a student. He felt that he could have protected more people when there was a war."

"As for the boy who is called the savior, Albus thinks that he owes him because he failed to protect his parents... so he is willing to trade his own life for that boy's life. It is extremely ridiculous!"

Dracula understood this time.

What Grindelwald meant was that the reason why Dumbledore was willing to trade one life for another to save Harry was not only because of his own responsibilities, but also because he failed to protect Harry's parents and caused Harry to lose his life. The debt to a happy childhood.

But Dracula is a little confused. How could Grindelwald know these things so clearly? Hadn't he been locked up in this small, dark room in Nurmengard?

Or... Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald in detail about all the recent events?

Did he trust the previous Dark Lord to this extent?

Seemingly sensing Dracula's surprise, Grindelwald smiled happily.

"Don't worry, I'm just a useless old man. Dumbledore can't tell me everything." He said, "It's just that my eyes can occasionally see things that haven't happened yet."

As a great wizard known for his prophetic abilities decades ago, Grindelwald is naturally not comparable to a half-hearted prophet like Sybill Trelawney.

Even though his magic power was sealed and he was unable to use any magic spells, his talent for prediction still caused many fragmentary images of the future to appear in his eyes.

Grindelwald once lay on an old hard bed and saw Dumbledore falling high from the Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts...

"Can you predict the future?" Dracula's chuckle interrupted Grindelwald's recollection, "It's a really good ability."

Dracula was somewhat scornful of this ability.

This is actually of the same nature as the prophecy ball that Harry got back from the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort deliberately wanted to avoid it after learning about the prophecy, but it was precisely his hedging action that caused him to fail with a baby.

In fact, so does Grindelwald.

During the Global Wizarding War, he was blinded by Dumbledore's reverse vision because he relied too much on his precognitive ability.

"Without further ado, I only want to ask you one thing -" Dracula interrupted Grindelwald's sentimental thoughts and asked directly, "Are you willing to spend the rest of your life in this filthy garbage dump?" , no one will care about you until you die..."

"... Or are you willing to regain your glory for a few more years and add fire to this chaotic magical world?"

Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.

As if in an instant, all the years of ice and snow in the Alps melted away, and the frozen magic power in Grindelwald's body turned into an endless river, pouring into the dry blood in an instant!

Grindelwald raised his head, his natural talent of Metamorphosis instantly activated, the wrinkles on his face quickly faded, and his pale, tangled hair and beard became soft and neat.

He stood up from the old bed board, silently relaxing on his stiff body that had not moved for a long time.

"It seems like your choice is self-evident, doesn't it?"

Dracula also stood up from his chair, with a cheerful smile on his lips.

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A piece of news that shocked the entire magical world appeared on the front page of the Daily Prophet——

"The man who must not even be named is back!"

In a brief statement on Friday night, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back in the wizarding world and is once again active.

"It is with great regret that I have to announce that the wizard who calls himself the Demon King - oh, you all know who I am referring to - is still alive and active among us again."

Fudge said this when addressing reporters. He looked tired and embarrassed. After this incident, his reputation and reputation in the British wizarding community had completely dropped to a freezing point.

In addition, Fudge was turned into the lowest level vampire by Dracula, and it is difficult to completely hide all traces in every move... For example, he has not spoken in the sun for a long time, and he has not attended the Ministry of Magic for a long time. Staff dinner.

For this reason, some senior officials within the Ministry of Magic questioned him. Fudge was so busy that he had to follow Dumbledore's advice.

"It is also regrettable that... we are reporting that there has been a massive rebellion among the dementors in Azkaban, who have expressed their objections to continuing to work for the Ministry of Magic. We believe that these dementors are currently working for the demoniac."

"We strongly appeal to the wizarding community to remain vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is publishing a preliminary defense guide for families and individuals, which will be distributed free of charge to all wizarding families over the next month."

These precautions and countermeasures were proposed by Dumbledore, and Fudge arranged them unchanged.

After saying this, he hesitated and gritted his teeth.

"In addition, we must fight for all the forces we can fight for." Fudge stood on the speech platform and said with difficulty, "For example, goblins, centaurs, some kind-hearted werewolves and giants, and... vampires are all things we can unite with. power."

"I have sent cooperation intentions to each ethnic group defined as 'human'. I hope that everyone will put aside their past grudges and stop having differences between ethnic groups..."

After these words were spoken, Fudge felt as if he had collapsed.

He worked hard for four years to win over the pure-blood family base, but basically went bankrupt after these measures were announced - most pure-blood families have never been willing to accept cooperation with other ethnic groups.

Of course, Fudge has now become a vampire, so this approach is forced. Moreover, more pure-blood families have taken refuge in Voldemort, and whether they have the support of pure-bloods is actually irrelevant to Fudge...

This statement from the Ministry of Magic has aroused vigilance and uneasiness in the entire magical society, although they just received the Ministry of Magic's assurance last Wednesday: "No matter what rumors are currently circulating, the suggestion that a mysterious person is once again operating among us is purely false. It’s nonsense.”

What exactly caused the Ministry of Magic's attitude to make a 180-degree turn? Few wizards know the details.

But what is certain is that the mysterious man who must not even be named led a group of followers, known to everyone as Death Eaters, and entered the Ministry of Magic on Tuesday night.

"Albus Dumbledore, who has resumed his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, member of the International Federation of Wizards, and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, has not yet taken the time to be interviewed by us..."

"He has been insisting for the past year that the mysterious man is not dead as everyone hoped and believed, and he once again gathered his supporters and prepared to regain power. At the same time, the Boy Who Lived ——”

Hermione jumped over the newspaper in her hand and looked at Harry.

They were all in the ward of the school infirmary, and Harry was sitting on Ron's bedside with him, listening to Hermione read the front page of the Daily Prophet.

In fact, Ginny, Neville and Luna's injuries were basically healed by Madam Pomfrey in the blink of an eye, but they were all forced to stay in the hospital for observation because they were worried about what the Death Eaters' dark magic might do. Additional sequelae.

Luofu also came to the school infirmary and brought Luna the latest version of "The Quibbler" edited by her father.

"Harry is now the 'Boy Who Lived' again, right?" Rolf sat next to Luna and joked with a smile, "I remember the newspaper said a few days ago that Harry was a demagogue. A little wizard who likes to show off."

"Yes, they are praising you highly now, Harry." Hermione said, continuing to read the article, "Well... he has never wavered in his position and was forced to endure ridicule and slander... …”

At this moment, Harry's little fanboy, Colin Creevey, rushed in like a storm.

"Harry, the Daily Prophet printed an extra page urgently, did you see it?" he shouted breathlessly.

"What happened? Did Voldemort and his minions start causing trouble again?" Ron asked curiously.

Colin Creevey shook his head and handed over a newspaper whose ink marks had not yet dried completely——

"Urgent notice! Nurmengard's protective magic was destroyed last night, and Gellert Grindelwald is missing!

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