The Existence of Harry Potter

Collection 4545, thank you for your support, but I am insatiable.

I just finished "Monthly Girl Nozaki-kun" recently. For Mao, I think Seo-senpai is the real protagonist. Wakamatsu made a false confession in chapter 66 of the comic. The sweetest of these couples is the senior-senpai group.

Oh, and that magical laughter...

After reading Seo-senpai's book, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt.

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When Asker saw his grandfather, he instantly understood why there were so many wizards wandering here in Nurmengard, like swarms of crows that could not disperse.

Crows are a kind of bird that announces mourning but not happy. It is said that they can smell the smell of death and have an extraordinary perception of corpses. If a group of crows swarmed, it often meant that someone or other creatures would die here, and they rushed here to find a chance to eat the corpse.

These people gathered in Nurmengard at this time are crows, they are waiting, they are very patient, the people standing behind them are not in a hurry, so many years have passed, it is okay to wait a little longer.

After all, hatred will become more mellow after the fermentation of time and years.

This seems to say one thing, something not so good - Gellert Grindelwald's situation is bad right now.

Think about it too. Born in 1880, he is now more than 100 years old. Without Nick Lemay's Philosopher's Stone, being able to live for so long is enough to prove his strength. It's a pity that when the manpower will eventually run out, even if he is one of the most terrifying dark wizards in the history of magic, without deliberately chasing immortality, he is close to running out of fuel after so long.

"Why did this happen suddenly?"

Sitting beside Nick Lemay's bed, Asker's brows have not been raised. Gellert looked more indifferent, chewing slowly with an apple in his hand, and only opened his mouth after eating.

"People are like this when they get old, and sooner or later there will be such a day."

"No." Asker's eyebrows were almost in a line, he took the apple core and threw it out of the window. He shook his head and said, "There was no problem with your body before, at least you can live another 20 years."

"No problem before doesn't mean no problem now." Gellert replied, he pointed to the banana in the fruit bowl and said to Ask: "Give that to me."

"Can't you reach out and take it yourself?"

Asker said angrily, then picked up the banana to look at it, and threw it out the window. He took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, which contained a silver liquid like mercury, and handed the medicine bottle to Gellert, but Gellert did not pick it up.

"You should take medicine. If you can live a few more years, I can save a lot of things."

For Asker's kindness, Gellert first smiled slightly, then threw the medicine bottle out of the window, sat up straight and pointed at Asker, scolding, "Bah! You little **** want me to die sooner, but let me Drink the blood of unicorns, why don't you give me the saliva of the basilisk?"

"The saliva of the basilisk..." Asker stroked his chin with one hand, then took out a bottle with an unknown transparent liquid from his pocket, handed it to Gellert, and said, "Drink it if you want, I'm here. There are still a few bottles, enough for you to drink a few meals."

Gellert: "..."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Ask took the saliva of the basilisk into his pocket and sat seriously, "How long can you last?"

"Five or six years."

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Three or four years is fine."

"Stop playing, now is not the time for jokes!"

Looking at Asker who was a little mad, Gellert laughed, then opened his mouth and spat out a number.

"..."

Asker was silent, his brain was running fast, and he began to calculate what he could do during this time. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with relief: "Okay, as long as you can last until then, you don't need to worry about the future, I can solve it by myself. ."

"Aren't you too confident." This time it was Gellert's turn to frown, "Even fifty years ago, I wouldn't dare to say that I can solve it alone, let alone you."

"You underestimate me too much." Ask rolled his eyes and said he was very unhappy with Gellert's questioning, "I didn't say that I was just confronting them. It's darker."

"I'm still not optimistic about you."

"Who wants you to be optimistic, take care of yourself, dead old man!" Asker did not care about the identity of the other party at all, and sprayed it back without thinking, "Don't die before the date you said, then I will be very troublesome. of."

"What's your tone? I'm your grandfather. Believe it or not, I'll die for you now!"

"Okay, come on, I have a bunch of poisons that seal the throat with blood, you pick it yourself!"

Asker grabbed seven or eight bottles, each containing liquids of different colors, including the basilisk's saliva he took out earlier.

Gellert glared at Asker through gritted teeth: "Do you really think I dare not?"

"I'm so scared!" Asker showed a disdainful smile, then took out two bottles, handed one to Gellert, and kept the other in his hand: "You have one and I will see who drinks first. die!"

"Don't force me!"

Grabbing the bottle, Gellert tickled his teeth with hatred, and finally threw the bottle out of the window angrily.

"I can't die yet, you have to drink it yourself!"

"cut."

Asker opened the bottle cap, poured the blood-red liquid into his mouth, and swallowed it after a while.

"It's just juice, I don't even dare to drink it."

"My bottle must be poison!"

Ask shrugged his shoulders, and answered as a matter of course: "Yes, are your eyes really old? You can't even recognize the bone-melting water?"

"..."

The top floor of Nurmengard Tower fell into silence again. This time it lasted for a long time, until the bell rang three times from somewhere, and the silence was broken.

"Merry Christmas." Ask yawned, took out a small gift box from his pocket and threw it to Gellert, then extended his hand as a matter of course, "Where's my gift?"

"In that drawer over there."

Gellert pointed to the table in the corner, Asker walked over and opened the drawer, there was an envelope inside~www.NovelMTL.com~ Picking up the envelope, Asker squeezed it with his hand, there seemed to be only a piece of paper and nothing else in it .

"What's in it?"

Asker waved the envelope at Gellert, who put the small gift box aside, leaned comfortably on the bed and admired the moonlight outside the window, and said, "You won't know until you open it."

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Opening the envelope casually, Asker looked at the contents of the letter, and finally fixed his gaze on the seal and signature of the British Minister of Magic at the bottom right. After studying for a long time, Ask, who didn't see any flaws in the letter, raised his head and asked Gellert, "When did you have such a good relationship with the Ministry of Magic? You can get this kind of authorization, why don't you? Get it to me sooner?"

"You can't tell if you look at the sender."

Asker put down the letter and picked up the envelope to look for the sender's information. Although he knew who sent the letter, Asker had more questions.

"Department of Mysteries? Isn't Azkaban managed by the Commander of the Law?" After folding the letter, Ask took the envelope and walked to the bedside and sat down, looking at Gellert puzzled: "Why Azka? Is Kaban's visit authorization sent by the Department of Mysteries?"

"You ask me, who do I ask."

"By the way, who is the director of the Department of Mysteries? I know the heads of other departments, but this department alone has no way to find out any information about their director."

"If you have time, you will find out if you go to the Department of Mysteries."

"makes sense."