Harry Potter I Am Death

A castle in Austria, here is called Nurmengard.However, very few people know this name, because the Muggles living nearby cannot get close at all, but those who know this castle seal this memory in their hearts.

Many wizards have been imprisoned here, and the last person to be imprisoned was its builder, Gellert Grindelwald.

Speaking of people's memories of Grindelwald, they are also the Dark Lord. He may not be as vicious and cruel as Voldemort, but the storm that was set off that year swept the entire magic world, even the Magic Congress of the United States on the other side of the ocean. Busy to prevent Grindelwald's invasion.

Grindelwald is more of a radical revolutionary than Voldemort.He is frightening because he does not believe in preaching, only in powerful magic, and only in the greater good.

Even after several decades, the phrase "for the greater good" above the gate of the castle still stands quietly, even if it has decayed and rusted, it is still an indelible figure in the history of wizards like his master. The gray mark exists.

But at this time, a dazzling white broke into this piece of gray.

The superb defensive magic and powerful mechanisms in the castle are useless in front of him.

"Try it quickly, I just got this." An old figure put a pile of unknown food on the table, "Compared with these Austrian sausages and steaks, I still prefer lemon sorbet, unfortunately It's all gone, and there's none here."

The old man in the robe seemed to be talking to himself, just an old man who likes to talk to himself.

"Although it is better than before, my teeth feel very uncomfortable." An old voice came from the corner, where an old man with white beard and hair was sitting curled up.Wrinkles one after another describe his age, but a gleam of light flashed in the seemingly hazy eyeballs from time to time.

"Forgive me, I really don't know what to buy here. But these are not bad, Gellert." The old man in the robe continued to mutter, he was laboriously cutting a sausage, his beard trembled like Follow him hard.

"Give me a little less." The old man in the corner took a smaller sausage, the teeth in his mouth looked really thin in front of the sausage.

The old man's cheeks were constantly agitating, his eyes didn't know where to look, and the only sounds in the small and dark room were chewing and cutting.

Suddenly, the old man raised his eyes, the darkness could no longer cover his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "What are you trying to do, Albus."

Dumbledore glanced up at him, then continued to look down at the steak on his plate.

"They all thought that I was dead, and I was finally able to be clean. They thought it was a vacation."

The room became quiet again, and there was a sneer from the corner, "Are you so old?"

"Yes, I'm over 100 years old. How much... I can't remember. I don't know when I don't like to record my age, but this doesn't prevent me from recording my age year by year. Getting old. What about you?"

After a while, there was only half of the steak left on the plate, and Dumbledore didn't look injured or weak, he looked like he just wandered out of the office.

Grindelwald didn't know what he was thinking, and he laughed again, this time mocking himself, "What can I be special about?" Suddenly, he changed the subject, "There are many people in this world who yearn for longevity, such as you student. I'm not one of them, though. Well, did he make it?"

"You want to try too?" Dumbledore replied without looking up, his voice sounding a little frivolous.

"Those who dare to try that are all lunatics and fools." Grindelwald mocked, but Dumbledore didn't answer, and the house became quiet again.

Grindelwald's eyes kept wandering around the house, and every corner he saw was the familiar appearance he had been familiar with every day and night for decades.

He became more and more irritable, and finally fixed his eyes firmly on Dumbledore, "If you want me to help, I'd be happy to accompany you."

Dumbledore stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth, smiled and said, "It's an honor."

At this time, Hogwarts seemed to have regained its vitality. The students and professors were all gathered in the auditorium, and Snape had been taken to the dungeon by Eli.

"What on earth do you want to do? Don't tell me you want to fight with him as much as that Potter did." Snape turned sharply and stared at Eli hard, his eyes no longer had the emptiness of the past.

Eli spread his hands and smiled: "We have no choice."

"Then you'd better let me out, I'll at least know where he's attacking from!" Snape gritted his teeth.

Eli shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, Professor. You know, no one can survive from his side. This time it's for your safety. You should think that Hogwarts gave you a vacation. Professor Dumbledore should never have given you a holiday."

In the Hogwarts auditorium, the students all showed panic.Just now, Voldemort had shown them his powerful magic powers, and his voice was in everyone's head.

"Then we should hand over Potter!" A girl pointed at Harry and shouted, looking at her school uniform, she should be from Slytherin.

Ron immediately stood in front of Harry, making a protective gesture.Then there were the Weasley twins, and then the Gryffindors.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the worried little snakes, and she said loudly: "Hogwarts has suffered a disaster, and those who want to fight together are welcome to stay. Other students, please evacuate with Mr. Filch."

The Slytherins looked at each other, and then followed Filch in groups and walked out of the auditorium.

"Let's protect the castle together!" Following Professor McGonagall's order, all the students nervously picked up their wands, as if they had become soldiers, just to protect their school.

The deans of each college began to actively organize the students of their respective colleges to arrange the necessary defensive measures.

Professor McGonagall hurried out, Neville followed closely behind her, he seemed a little nervous and excited, "Professor, I propose to blow up the bridge!"

"Good idea! I remember that Mr. Finnigan has his own unique views on blasting." Professor McGonagall said.

Simo looked at his professor in disbelief, "Professor, you mean... blasting?"

"It's blasting!"

Professor McGonagall came to the gate of the castle. She raised her wand high and faced the ancient castle.

"The Death Eater is at the gates. He's going to kill us no matter what. Let's call him by his first name. Let's fight the Dark Lord, Voldemort!"

"Shidun is dispatched!"