The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

(The first two chapters are the stories of the protagonist’s ancestors, which can be regarded as an introduction to the male protagonist’s lineage)

Nurmengard Prison was transformed into a prison after Germany's defeat. It adopted a rotating security system. Britain, France, the United States, and the Soviet Union took turns sending elite forces to guard it for one year.

In 1951, Nurmengard was at the end of its rotation with the United States, and the next one was the Soviet Union.

1951, Nurmengard Wizarding Prison

"Tick tock, tick tock"...

Outside the castle, there was a violent storm.The rainwater eroded along the cracks in the masonry towards the attic of the castle, which was in disrepair. Even though this castle was once the residence of the famous Dark Lord Grindelwald, of course, it is now a prison that locks his sins.The magic circles that were once densely covered on the walls have long been eroded by nature or destroyed by man.After all, no one at MACUSA knows whether these alchemy tables are harmful, and obviously no one is willing to take this risk.

A drop of water fell on the old man and slid down the collar. Grindelwald shivered violently and wrapped himself tightly in the shabby windbreaker - the one he had worn since he was at Father Shelly Cemetery in France.It was already winter, and the rain was extremely cold and biting. Grindelwald found a drier place and huddled there, his head just enough to rest on a large hole in the wall that had been blasted by a spell.

Big pit...

Grindelwald can still clearly recall the scene at that time. When he said the name "Ariana" with a sneer, Dumbledore's blasting curse flew directly towards his face. He dodged it, and then The spell hit the wall.The magic-resistant moonstone blessed by three alchemy tables was as crisp as a biscuit in front of that spell. When Grindelwald came to his senses, his elder wand was already in the opponent's hand, glowing with green light. The tip of the stick had already been pressed against his forehead.The large crater on the wall behind him and the three alchemy stations emitting acrid black smoke proved that this was not a nightmare...

So he was abandoned in the corner of the world, no one cared about him, and even the bread for two meals a day was mixed with sand. Those people from the North American Auror Operations Department just wanted to humiliate him. After all, the Dark Lord who once made the world tremble is now Just a prisoner.

The dragon with broken wings is now just a lizard in the eyes of everyone.

"It's so quiet..." Grindelwald murmured to himself. Nurmengard is like this. Except for the occasional punching and kicking by the jailer when delivering food, it is as quiet as the end of the world, lonely, lonely, forgotten... …

"boom"!

"Bang, bang, bang bang bang"!

Maybe God felt that it was really too quiet here, but suddenly there was an earth-shaking loud noise in the courtyard!

Even though the top floor of Nurmengard was 120 meters above the ground, Grindelwald could still hear the loud noise coming from the courtyard.Orange-red light instantly filled the entire room, followed immediately by the gunshots of the M1 American Thompson submachine gun and the PPSH-1 Bobosha submachine gun, which could be called the passage of locusts.

Grindelwald poked half of his head out of the window (there was an electric shock circle set up outside the window, and it would be very miserable if his neck was stretched out). At this time, the courtyard was filled with cross-bore flames, and a team of elite American Aurors who were hit by fragments flew into the air. After landing, the body rolled lifelessly on the ground like a torn bag - these former "Black Deaths" are now unable to even cast a spell under this wave of metal and fire.

The huge alchemy platform used for emergency help had been blown to pieces by a bundle of wooden-handled grenades suddenly thrown by the enemy just now. The valuable parts were scattered all over the floor, and some unlucky guy's pink color was also stuck on it. of brain.

Just when Grindelwald was stunned, an RPG-2 individual anti-tank rocket produced by the Soviet Union roared towards the castle gate from a distant fire point, and then the armor-piercing warhead knocked hard on the mountain. On the door made of copper.

"boom"!

The huge shock caused the former Dark Lord to squat on his butt, holding his butt that broke into eight pieces. The almost 70-year-old man stood up with a grin on his face and muttered German curse words.

His withered hands groped under the bed and pulled out a silver table knife.Ironically, the only weapon he can use to defend himself is not a wand, and his enemies sound like they are only Muggles...

Muggle...

When he thought of this word, Grindelwald smiled bitterly and shook his head. As a guest of the head of state, he had personally visited the Soviet-German battlefield. Those steel creations roaring forward on the ice sheet left a big psychological shadow on him.

It's one thing to see them in the smoke of prophecy, but quite another to see the Father-2's tracks coming towards you with minced meat and intestines hanging from its tracks in reality...

Grindelwald still clearly remembered the shrill screams of a Tiger crew member who was chatting and laughing with him just now when he was trapped in the exploding tank and tortured by fire during the battle.

When he thought of this, Grindelwald shook his head vigorously, trying to drive the disgusting scream out of his head.

But the screams were getting closer and closer, because it was not an illusion at all. The people who invaded the castle were using gasoline bottles to target rooms where Aurors might be ambushed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Several burning human figures struggled to squeeze out of the narrow window, lighting up the night with their own lives, and then turned into a blur of organic matter on the ground under the tower.

Nonsense, it’s more than 80 meters above the ground.

"chug chug"...

The gunshots were getting closer and closer. Grindelwald tried to straighten his back, and the severe pain from the repositioning of the lumbar disc almost sent him away.He stretched out the folds on his windbreaker with his hands, and then patted the dust off. Long-term malnutrition had made his movements much slower.

The smile of victory once again hung on his face, and the Dark Lord who once terrorized the world was back.

And he came back with his protruding waist disc...

"puff".

A bullet penetrated the oak wooden door at a speed of 300 meters per second, wiping the warmth and sawdust across his cheek, making him feel hot.The smile that had just been squeezed out on his face instantly solidified. Between his momentum and saving his life, Grindelwald chose to lie down without hesitation. The windbreaker he had just cleaned was covered with dust and bread crumbs.

The sound of people dragging heavy objects came from the corridor, getting closer and then stopping in front of the door.

Grindelwald, who was lying on the ground, clenched the knife in his hand.

The door was opened, and the bloody soldiers stood expressionlessly outside the door, surrounded by a young officer.

"it's me".the young Asian whispered.

Are you Zhang Yan?" Grindelwald rubbed his eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Do you mind if I come in and sit for a while?" Zhang Yan picked up a groaning man lying on the ground with one hand and threw him hard against the wall.

Grindelwald knew that person. He was the Director of Foreign Affairs of the United States Auror Operations Department. He had won many dueling competitions.But now he collapsed on the ground as softly as a dead dog.

"Avada Kedavra".

The tip of the wand in Zhang Yan's hand suddenly burst out with a beam of green light, and then the person on the ground stopped moving.

"Come in, my friend."Grindelwald glanced at the man on the ground who had put rat droppings in his bread, and then said with a smile.