Chapter 265 The Little Old Man of Nurmengard
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The predecessor of Nurmengard was a prison built by the Witch Party to detain opponents.
Ironically, there is only one prisoner here now.
That's Gellert Grindelwald who built it.
Such a legendary place is located on a high mountain in the landlocked country of Austria.
Vincent, who had moved over a long distance, opened his eyes and saw a gloomy, dark and daunting towering fortress.
"We're here." Victor looked like a dead man, "There are no guards in this place, you can stay inside with confidence."
"Aren't you going in?" Vincent looked around.
There is no one inhabited here, and it seems that even animals do not exist.
"I can't go in." Victor pointed to the rusty door.
"As long as someone who has used black magic enters, the Austrian Ministry of Magic will know immediately."
Vincent spread out his left hand, from which black mist kept coming out, "If I go in now, will I still be detected?"
"No, even if you pay the price of using black magic, you will not be found here."
Detection magic for the soul?
"It's quite thoughtful."
Of all wizards around the world, he is probably the only one who can freely enter and exit.
Vincent raised his head slightly, looking at the voodoo slogan, "Professor Dumbledore said it has become an excuse."
"I don't deny it." Victor paused as if lost in memory, "Until now, I believe that he can bring us hope."
Vampires are fine in Europe, but when they come to the Americas or Asia, their treatment is not much different from that of werewolves who can infect Muggles.
Wizards standing at the top of the magic world still need to hide, and the life of these magical creatures that are not welcomed by both sides is even worse.
Vincent can understand him and knows that he and Grindelwald are using each other.
But no matter what the reason is, it is foolish to inherit the ideology of the UMOCI party.
"Mr. Brad, I'm going in."
Victor nodded slightly, watching him open the door intently.
The interior of Nurmengard has long been abandoned, with cobwebs and dust everywhere.
Vincent raised the blade of his gun and cleared away the debris piled up on the stairs.
Climbing up the cold and dark stone steps, the weathered walls glowed faintly.
When he took a closer look, he found that the stone had been weathered to create cracks.
Opening the mithril suitcase, he took out an alchemy item for lighting.
Footsteps are like ripples on the surface of the water, breaking the calm that has been maintained for decades.
Each floor here has many cells.
No corpse, no bones.
When Vincent wondered if he was hallucinating, a golden translucent strange bird suddenly flew over.
It is said that the symbol of Grindelwald is a golden phoenix.
Coincidentally, Dumbledore had a phoenix named Fawkes.
I don't know if it was a problem with the eyes, but the golden translucent phoenix flew away.
Vincent was pretty sure it wasn't physical, and that it was a very esoteric magic.
Casting spells without a staff? !
He shook his head and continued to move up.
When they came to the top floor, the golden phoenix appeared again.
It disappeared into a dark cell.
Vincent approached the cell, lighting the inside.
There is a figure inside.
The other party was sitting in front of a table, but he was wearing a spotless white robe.
Those eyes with light-colored pupils on the left and deep on the right are particularly energetic, not at all like an old man who has been imprisoned for 47 years.
"Welcome—" The other party spread out his hand and created another chair out of thin air.
Vincent couldn't believe that the old man with thick hair and full teeth was Grindelwald.
According to the rumors, he should be a down-and-out little old man with almost all his teeth falling out and few hairs left.
"Surprised?" Grindelwald waved his hand and conjured up an exquisite English tea set.
"Most people want to see me with a miserable end, and I just fulfilled their wishes."
Even though it is more than 100 years old, this voice is still full of magnetism.
"Unexpected, but reasonable." Vincent sat on the chair and placed the alchemy items on the table.
The delicately patterned teacups are filled automatically.
He could smell the tea fragrance full of age, and he could also see that the cell was gradually decaying.
Grindelwald, imprisoned here, seems to be able to change the entire fortress at will without a magic wand.
"Not to your taste?" Grindelwald took a sip from the teacup in front of him.
"Probably." Vincent stretched out his left hand, "I would actually rather drink Coke with ice."
"Interesting." The corners of Grindelwald's mouth rose slightly, "You are the first person who dared to interview me in person."
"Not including Professor Dumbledore?"
His smile froze for a moment, "I thought he wouldn't tell you this."
Vincent looked very natural on the surface, but he was in a panic in his heart.
The two big men passed him, as if they were secretly competing for something.
Dumbledore told him the story, probably because he wanted to make himself more careful.
Or what do you want to express?
The shivering Vincent took a sip of hot tea, "Your Excellency Grindelwald—"
"Call me teacher." Grindelwald put down his teacup and snapped his fingers.
Drawings and spells emerged from the decayed cell walls.
"In the future I foresee, you will be my only apprentice."
Vincent turned his neck stiffly.
What appeared on the wall was almost all black magic.
[With the help of the two mentors, he grows into a real Dark Lord, possessing the power to conquer the magic world——]
"Can't I say no?"
Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "Even if you refuse now, you will come back here again in the future."
Trelawney's predictions won't stop making coincidences, no matter how long it takes for them to come true.
Grindelwald saw all this sense of powerlessness in dealing with the prophecy.
"The ending cannot be changed, but the process can be decided by you."
Vincent stared at him blankly, "Do you know that prophecy?"
"Albus taught me the profound art of Transfiguration."
Grindelwald paused, and suddenly laughed at himself, "He hasn't fully learned my abilities, but he can always predict my important movements."
Prophecies can be deceived!
What matters is not the characters, but the events that must happen.
Since Voldemort chose Harry as his rival, the ending was doomed to failure.
Even if he had no choice that day, countless children born at the end of July would appear in the future.
The time can be after the pure-bloods have dominated the entire wizarding community, or after they have completely ruled the Muggle world.
But the prophecy knew that he was afraid of death, and the result was immediately fulfilled.
Vincent was afraid of other prophecies after becoming the Dark Lord, so he would definitely choose Grindelwald as his mentor.
The earlier the time, the better it is for him.
The prophecy would definitely force him to become this apprentice, and the reason might be worse than imagined.
Fearing death, Voldemort advances key choices.
Vincent was afraid of other prophecies, and always wanted to delay the time.
"Scared?" Grindelwald raised his teacup again, "For so many years, I have been looking for the reason for my failure.
I saw Albus defeat me with his own hands, thus greatly speeding up the whole plan. "
He laughed self-deprecatingly again, "I'm scared, afraid that all my hard work will be in vain."
It was this change made out of fear that forced Dumbledore to decide to deal with Grindelwald.
If "for the greater good" hadn't become an excuse, the world would have been dominated by wizards long ago.
So the two of them are destined to fight, will they also change places?
……
……
Ironically, there is only one prisoner here now.
That's Gellert Grindelwald who built it.
Such a legendary place is located on a high mountain in the landlocked country of Austria.
Vincent, who had moved over a long distance, opened his eyes and saw a gloomy, dark and daunting towering fortress.
"We're here." Victor looked like a dead man, "There are no guards in this place, you can stay inside with confidence."
"Aren't you going in?" Vincent looked around.
There is no one inhabited here, and it seems that even animals do not exist.
"I can't go in." Victor pointed to the rusty door.
"As long as someone who has used black magic enters, the Austrian Ministry of Magic will know immediately."
Vincent spread out his left hand, from which black mist kept coming out, "If I go in now, will I still be detected?"
"No, even if you pay the price of using black magic, you will not be found here."
Detection magic for the soul?
"It's quite thoughtful."
Of all wizards around the world, he is probably the only one who can freely enter and exit.
Vincent raised his head slightly, looking at the voodoo slogan, "Professor Dumbledore said it has become an excuse."
"I don't deny it." Victor paused as if lost in memory, "Until now, I believe that he can bring us hope."
Vampires are fine in Europe, but when they come to the Americas or Asia, their treatment is not much different from that of werewolves who can infect Muggles.
Wizards standing at the top of the magic world still need to hide, and the life of these magical creatures that are not welcomed by both sides is even worse.
Vincent can understand him and knows that he and Grindelwald are using each other.
But no matter what the reason is, it is foolish to inherit the ideology of the UMOCI party.
"Mr. Brad, I'm going in."
Victor nodded slightly, watching him open the door intently.
The interior of Nurmengard has long been abandoned, with cobwebs and dust everywhere.
Vincent raised the blade of his gun and cleared away the debris piled up on the stairs.
Climbing up the cold and dark stone steps, the weathered walls glowed faintly.
When he took a closer look, he found that the stone had been weathered to create cracks.
Opening the mithril suitcase, he took out an alchemy item for lighting.
Footsteps are like ripples on the surface of the water, breaking the calm that has been maintained for decades.
Each floor here has many cells.
No corpse, no bones.
When Vincent wondered if he was hallucinating, a golden translucent strange bird suddenly flew over.
It is said that the symbol of Grindelwald is a golden phoenix.
Coincidentally, Dumbledore had a phoenix named Fawkes.
I don't know if it was a problem with the eyes, but the golden translucent phoenix flew away.
Vincent was pretty sure it wasn't physical, and that it was a very esoteric magic.
Casting spells without a staff? !
He shook his head and continued to move up.
When they came to the top floor, the golden phoenix appeared again.
It disappeared into a dark cell.
Vincent approached the cell, lighting the inside.
There is a figure inside.
The other party was sitting in front of a table, but he was wearing a spotless white robe.
Those eyes with light-colored pupils on the left and deep on the right are particularly energetic, not at all like an old man who has been imprisoned for 47 years.
"Welcome—" The other party spread out his hand and created another chair out of thin air.
Vincent couldn't believe that the old man with thick hair and full teeth was Grindelwald.
According to the rumors, he should be a down-and-out little old man with almost all his teeth falling out and few hairs left.
"Surprised?" Grindelwald waved his hand and conjured up an exquisite English tea set.
"Most people want to see me with a miserable end, and I just fulfilled their wishes."
Even though it is more than 100 years old, this voice is still full of magnetism.
"Unexpected, but reasonable." Vincent sat on the chair and placed the alchemy items on the table.
The delicately patterned teacups are filled automatically.
He could smell the tea fragrance full of age, and he could also see that the cell was gradually decaying.
Grindelwald, imprisoned here, seems to be able to change the entire fortress at will without a magic wand.
"Not to your taste?" Grindelwald took a sip from the teacup in front of him.
"Probably." Vincent stretched out his left hand, "I would actually rather drink Coke with ice."
"Interesting." The corners of Grindelwald's mouth rose slightly, "You are the first person who dared to interview me in person."
"Not including Professor Dumbledore?"
His smile froze for a moment, "I thought he wouldn't tell you this."
Vincent looked very natural on the surface, but he was in a panic in his heart.
The two big men passed him, as if they were secretly competing for something.
Dumbledore told him the story, probably because he wanted to make himself more careful.
Or what do you want to express?
The shivering Vincent took a sip of hot tea, "Your Excellency Grindelwald—"
"Call me teacher." Grindelwald put down his teacup and snapped his fingers.
Drawings and spells emerged from the decayed cell walls.
"In the future I foresee, you will be my only apprentice."
Vincent turned his neck stiffly.
What appeared on the wall was almost all black magic.
[With the help of the two mentors, he grows into a real Dark Lord, possessing the power to conquer the magic world——]
"Can't I say no?"
Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "Even if you refuse now, you will come back here again in the future."
Trelawney's predictions won't stop making coincidences, no matter how long it takes for them to come true.
Grindelwald saw all this sense of powerlessness in dealing with the prophecy.
"The ending cannot be changed, but the process can be decided by you."
Vincent stared at him blankly, "Do you know that prophecy?"
"Albus taught me the profound art of Transfiguration."
Grindelwald paused, and suddenly laughed at himself, "He hasn't fully learned my abilities, but he can always predict my important movements."
Prophecies can be deceived!
What matters is not the characters, but the events that must happen.
Since Voldemort chose Harry as his rival, the ending was doomed to failure.
Even if he had no choice that day, countless children born at the end of July would appear in the future.
The time can be after the pure-bloods have dominated the entire wizarding community, or after they have completely ruled the Muggle world.
But the prophecy knew that he was afraid of death, and the result was immediately fulfilled.
Vincent was afraid of other prophecies after becoming the Dark Lord, so he would definitely choose Grindelwald as his mentor.
The earlier the time, the better it is for him.
The prophecy would definitely force him to become this apprentice, and the reason might be worse than imagined.
Fearing death, Voldemort advances key choices.
Vincent was afraid of other prophecies, and always wanted to delay the time.
"Scared?" Grindelwald raised his teacup again, "For so many years, I have been looking for the reason for my failure.
I saw Albus defeat me with his own hands, thus greatly speeding up the whole plan. "
He laughed self-deprecatingly again, "I'm scared, afraid that all my hard work will be in vain."
It was this change made out of fear that forced Dumbledore to decide to deal with Grindelwald.
If "for the greater good" hadn't become an excuse, the world would have been dominated by wizards long ago.
So the two of them are destined to fight, will they also change places?
……
……
