Harry Potter: The Party of the Orient at Hogwarts

Nurmengard.

This is Nurmengard, the prison in Austria. This dilapidated tower imprisoned the original Dark Lord Grindelwald.

The British and American Ministry of Magic sent many people to guard here. Even though Grindelwald is now a waning centenarian, they did not dare to relax their vigilance.

Jiang Li used a blindfold to prevent the guards from seeing her. The magic resistance of Western wizards against Eastern spells is almost zero. Under the watchful eyes of the guards, she swaggered down the stairs to the top floor.

There was only one cell on the top floor, not even a guard, where Grindelwald was imprisoned for the rest of his life.

Jiang Li removed the blindfold and looked in through the window on the iron door of the cell.

Inside the door is an extremely simple room with a cement-floored floor. There is only a simple bed and a very old desk in the room.

An old man with all white hair was sitting in front of the table, his clothes were washed white, he was writing something with a quill pen, closing his eyes from time to time thinking about something, and then heaved a long sigh tone.

Jiang Li watched from the door as it took him more than an hour to put down the pen in his hand. He picked up the slightly yellowed paper on the table, put it in an envelope, and sealed the envelope with wax paint.

She looked at the crooked and decadent back of the old man, unable to connect with the high-spirited young man from before.

The old man handed the letter out through the iron bars of the window, and a fierce-looking off-white owl perched on the window sill grabbed the envelope and flew out flutteringly.

Jiang Li was a little surprised. Are the people in the Ministry of Magic so easy to talk to? They actually allow the Dark Lord to send letters. Are you afraid that he will contact his old ministry?Or did they never notice that a letter had been sent.

The old man turned around, his old face was covered with wrinkles, and there was no trace of his handsomeness at all.

Looking at his current appearance, Jiang Li couldn't help but feel his nose sore, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably. What a sunny boy he was back then.

The old man walked slowly to the door and knocked on it lightly. Jiang Li, who was lying on the door and looking in, was startled, and stepped back quickly. Is he so vigilant?Can you detect someone peeping through the one-way glass?

"Li, long time no see." The old man's trembling voice came from inside the door.

Jiang Li raised his head and stared fixedly at the iron door of the cell, unknowingly the salty tears rolled down his face.

"Gellert, do you still remember me?" Jiang Li didn't realize that his voice was trembling too.

The old man's nostalgic voice came from inside the door: "We haven't seen each other for many, many years."

"Gellert, how did you know it was mine?" Jiang Li asked him suspiciously with red eyes.

"I can feel it." The old man leaned his back on the iron gate and sighed, "So now is the time you really live in, right?"

Jiang Li stretched out his hand to caress the iron gate, resisting the choking in his voice: "Yes. Have you spent all these years here?"

Grindelwald laughed self-deprecatingly: "I built this prison to detain opponents, but in the end I imprisoned myself."

Jiang Li could hear the sadness and even regret in his voice, she whispered as if asking or talking to herself: "Then, Gellert, do you regret it?"

Although Grindelwald is already a centenarian, his magic power is still as abundant as when he was young, and he easily heard Jiang Li's whispers.

"I regretted it in the last battle with Al, but it was too late, we could only point our wands at each other." Grindelwald's voice was old and helpless.

Jiang Li suddenly remembered something, and quickly asked him: "What about the blood alliance? Will the blood alliance allow you to hurt each other?"

When mentioning the blood alliance, Grindelwald seemed a little excited, and said through gritted teeth: "It's broken, a guy who knows how to live and die stole it from me!"

"Merlin, who is so wicked, stealing someone's marriage certificate! Gellert, tell me, I'll beat him up!" Jiang Li became excited when he heard that the blood alliance had been stolen.

Grindelwald chuckled: "He is Dumbledore's man, you can't deal with him, you like him more than Dumbledore."

There was a strong sense of self-deprecation in his tone, Jiang Li even heard a hint of sourness, that person was liked by Dumbledore, he was sour.

But who was he talking about, Jiang Li was even more puzzled, Gellert said that he liked this blood thief even more than Albus.

At present, she has no contact with this person at all. There is only one possibility, that she may travel through time again, but recently she has tried to start the pocket watch many times but failed.

"Gellert! We have encountered a big problem now. Have you heard of Voldemort?" Jiang Li thought about Voldemort, and she still wanted to see the greatest white wizard and the first generation of Dark Lord mixed doubles with that white marinated egg.

"I haven't heard of this thing." Grindelwald frowned, he had never heard of this name.

Jiang Li explained to him: "Voldemort is the second Dark Lord after you, of course he is not as handsome as you! He tried to kill the newborn Harry Potter, but was killed by Harry instead."

"Being killed by a baby? Then he is too bad." Grindelwald's tone was full of ridicule for Voldemort, and then he asked suspiciously, "Who is Harry Potter?"

"My classmate, apart from me, Albus's favorite student, a brave Gryffindor!" Jiang Li's tone was full of admiration for Harry.

"Dumbledore... favorite student... oh, another Scamander." Grindelwald murmured to himself after hearing Jiang Li's words.

Jiang Li heard his whispering to himself with sharp ears, and keenly smelled vinegar in his words.

Jiang Li heard the sound of footsteps, turned her head and looked nervously at the stairs, planning to use another trick.

"Li, they are here to deliver food, you should go back, this is not a good place, not suitable for you to stay." Grindelwald also heard the footsteps, and suggested to Jiang Li.

"Okay, Gellert, you have to take care!" Jiang Li gently pressed his forehead against the iron door of the cell, feeling the coldness from the iron door, and reluctantly said goodbye to him.

When Jiang Li was about to leave, Grindelwald stopped her: "If, I said, if, Li, if you can go back, you must tell Gail at that time to stop him, he will regret it, he will regretful!"

His voice was trembling and excited, even a little choked, Jiang Li couldn't help sniffling when he heard his voice: "Gellert, I promise you, if I can go back, I will definitely stop you, definitely! I I promise!"

"Thank you." Grindelwald leaned against the door, his low voice dissipated in the empty Nurmengard roof, and he didn't know that Jiang Li didn't hear it either.

Jiang Li stepped out of the tower, and then looked back at the dilapidated tower. The surroundings were desolate and decayed, without a trace of life.

There is no summer in Nurmengard.