trainer at hogwarts

Nurmengard.

Along with Azkaban, it is one of the two most famous prisons in Europe.

Azkaban held many prisoners and relied on dementors to serve as guards, but Nurmengard did not need it. It did not have any guards and it only held one person.

The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald.

Since Dumbledore personally defeated Grindelwald in 1945, he has been imprisoned here forever.

Although Morris admired this big boss, he still didn't have the idea of ​​letting him out.

Of course, if he was willing to come out, he would have come out long ago and there would be no need to wait so many years.

Looking at it this way, it's more like he locked himself up here, didn't care about the world, just ate and waited for death.

There is not a bird in the sky, and the ground is full of weeds. A bleak landscape surrounds this lonely castle.

Morris stood at the entrance, looking at Grindelwald's famous quote "For the greater good" engraved on it, and couldn't help but feel a hero's twilight.

"Master, there is no danger." Gardevoir walked to him after checking the surrounding situation.

Morris pushed open the ancient door and took a deep breath: "Let's go."

The reason why Dumbledore asked him to come to Grindelwald was because he felt that Grindelwald was more suitable to be his teacher, but this was obviously bullshit. If you want to recommend a student, can you not give me a letter of recommendation? Make someone run all the way to a prison and tell a former underworld leader that I want to learn magic from you.

Only mainland idol TV dramas dare to act like this, because they all have the aura of the protagonist.

Morris thinks he has pretty good luck, but the protagonist of this world is obviously Harry Potter, okay?

Along the way, he was thinking about what Dumbledore, the old fox, had in mind for him to go find Grindelwald. He couldn't just show that he had broken up and then you, Maurice, backhandedly defected to the first-generation Dark Lord?

Then how will he get along in the future? Can the British wizarding world wait any longer? The Ministry of Magic might not just ask him to go to Azkaban to live in prison.

After thinking about it, Morris probably touched on a few points.

But he didn't dare to be too sure, after all, people's thoughts couldn't be generalized.

……

Nurmengard Castle has been abandoned for a long time, with spider webs and thick dust everywhere.

Decorative works of art were scattered haphazardly in every corner. It can be seen from the remains that they were very beautiful and priceless in life.

"It's a pity, otherwise this would be a really good place." Morris whispered.

Gardevoir watched Morris put down a piece of debris and asked, "Does the master mean to hunt for treasure?"

"Don't you think this is a great place?" Morris said. "How glorious it once was."

"That was once too." Gardevoir shook his head and retorted, "Now all I see is dirt, mess, and some garbage."

Morris smiled and said nothing. After walking around on the first floor and not finding anything valuable, he took Gardevoir and headed towards the second floor.

Logically speaking, Grindelwald should have known who was coming, so why didn't he come out to meet them? Morris felt a little depressed. Wasn't this old man not curious at all?

"Let's look at it later. Let's look for Grindelwald first?" Morris asked Gardevoir for his opinion.

Gardevoir smiled helplessly, "Master, you obviously want to find it yourself, but you don't want it to be troublesome, so you want me to locate it."

However, she always satisfied the master's request, and her telepathy instantly covered the castle. After a moment, she said: "On a bed on the fourth floor, his hands and feet were shackled, and he moved very slowly. He got up."

Morris looked happy: "Okay, let's go up."

Halfway through, Morris suddenly stopped.

"Master?" Gardevoir was confused.

Morris: "Would it be embarrassing if he ignored us?"

Gardevoir thought carefully and said, "There is no one else here except us, so social death will not happen." She paused for a moment and continued, "Master, are you afraid?"

"No." Morris denied.

"He's not strong, and he doesn't have a wand. I... can protect his master." She pointed at the shadow.

Morris let out a sigh of relief: "I'm just...a little nervous."

His mood was a little complicated. How excited was he to finally meet his idol? Or the fear of meeting the Dark Lord? He couldn't tell clearly.

He knew that Grindelwald was by no means a person like Dumbledore. Even though he was a prisoner now, he was still a big boss. Whether he could communicate was the biggest problem.

What's a good opening statement?

If you want to defeat Dumbledore together, I feel like Grindelwald will either find a way to get rid of you first, or he will be non-violent and non-cooperative. This is an internal and private matter. Didn't you see in the original script that Voldemort came to visit, but Grindelwald refused to hand over the Elder Wand to his death.

Although Morris kind of wants to do this...

How exciting, life is all about tossing!

But reason doesn't allow it.

……

It's getting dusk.

Maurice and Gardevoir made a fire and took out a lot of meat and juice from their pockets. Master Mo, who had been traveling all day and had experienced ups and downs in his heart, was going to have a good meal before going to find the old man upstairs. Men talk.

After all, there’s more atmosphere at night, right?

Gardevoir naturally accepted the master's proposal unconditionally. It was almost time for dinner, so why not eat something first and rest.

There are no lighting candles in the castle. During the day, you can still see the layout of the castle clearly through the sun shining in from outside. But at night, it becomes dark and eerie, worthy of the name of a prison.

The light from the fire reflected on the faces of Maurice and Gardevoir, the fat of the beef sizzled, and the fragrance gradually spread.

Gardevoir hugged his knees and sat opposite Morris: "Master, the sun has set. Do you need to light up this place?"

Darkness can easily bring about a sense of psychological oppression, especially in unfamiliar places.

"Then I'll trouble you..." Morris stared at the piece of meat on the fire longingly, "Wait, do you want to light this place?"

"Master!" Gardevoir rolled his eyes cutely, "How could I be such a violent person? I do carry a flashlight, especially for camping in the wild."

Watching Gardevoir take out a huge flashlight, Morris sniffed in embarrassment, letting the elves and magic limit his imagination.

His mind was filled with moves and magic, and he gradually forgot the fact that he was once a Muggle.

Gardevoir skillfully hung the giant flashlight on the beam, and the entire area was suddenly illuminated.

Proving once again how lucky you are to have a virtuous housekeeper elf.

"Master." Gardevoir suddenly became serious, "Grindelwald moved, he got out of bed."