The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 336 Nurmengard
"Maybe not the Inquisition, Foley, a very common Wizengamot meeting, just more newcomers."

Dumbledore smiled.

When he said this kind of words that no one believed, he also had a peaceful and indifferent face.

Foley gasped in his chest and wanted to speak, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Dumbledore also stopped paying attention to these boring people.

He glanced at the Hogwarts faculty and winked mischievously at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was speechless when he saw the principal's move.

What time is this, the principal is still like this.

Didn't he find that the atmosphere is a bit dull now?

Did he really believe what he said, was this a common Wizengamot meeting?
Seeing the naughty headmaster, Professor McGonagall sighed, the rest of the professors didn't respond to this, maybe only Snape was expressionless and full of disgust.

They have long been used to the headmaster's appearance. As long as Dumbledore is around, there is nothing they cannot handle. This is where their confidence lies. Dumbledore's "naughty" and "relaxed" appearance calmed everyone down. .

Don't be nervous anymore.

Time passed by, and when everyone was a little anxious, Ms. Burns came in from the door.

The seat next to her is vacant.

She sat on top, looking unhappy.

Before it started, there was a commotion here, and a large number of veteran wizards began to speak, seeming to give some "suggestions" to Ms. Burns.

These veteran wizards wanted to rely on their own qualifications to point fingers at Ms. Bernshi.

Ms. Burns looked at them sullenly.

Then she yelled.

"Striker!"

She probably used another spell, [loud voice], the sound made everyone's ears rumble in an instant, and in this small space, it kept overlapping back and forth, turning into a huge and terrifying sound, Deng Bullido covered his ears presciently, dodging the sonic attack.

He looked at the somewhat embarrassed Wizengamot seats, especially the Hogwarts teachers' seats. Except for Professor Flitwick, who covered his ears with sharp eyesight and quick hands, he also covered his ears for the rest of the teachers— —but a little slow, in this narrow place, the echo trembled, making everyone look extremely painful, and their movements were equivalent to repairing a dead sheep.

Dumbledore gave Professor Flitwick a thumbs up quietly.

Professor Flitwick returned the headmaster's look.

Both of them are like old children.

Seeing this scene, Ms. Burns immediately felt even more speechless.

Even the originally bad mood, at this time, is a little more forgiving.

She looked at the people present, and Scrimgeour was still on her mind.

Have they arrived in Europe?
Is it still safe?

……

The wind and snow were blowing heavily, and the two men in black cloaks lowered their figures with difficulty and walked in the mountains.

Like two taut bowstrings.

This is a corner of the Alps.

The wind blows so that one cannot stand.

I don't know if it's because of magic or other reasons, but the whole mountain is covered with heavy snow.

This winter has been extraordinarily difficult.

Biting cold.

If the two of them hadn't cast countless spells on themselves, they would have frozen to death on the snow-capped mountains in this foreign country.

"It's almost here."

Duwei Jones shouted hissingly, whispering here is useless, even if the voice is loud, it will be blown away by the strong wind.

Aberforth stood beside him, also shouting at the top of his voice, "Much worse, there's nothing here, I haven't even seen a goat.

It is unbelievable that there are not a single goat in the Alps. "

When Duwei Jones heard this, he was vague, but when he heard the goat, he knew what Abufu wanted to say. He is indeed a wizard whose patron saint is a goat, but now is not the time to discuss goats , He also responded loudly to Aberforth: "Don't think about your damn goat, Aberforth, we may have to send a signal, put some magic spells, and make the wind around you a little bit, otherwise I'm afraid My hands would turn into ice cubes when they came out of my sleeves!

Also, I don't understand why your bar is called The Three Pigs Heads!

I thought you'd call your bar the Goat's Bar! "

Aberforth casts a spell, and Duvi Jones takes the opportunity to set off a "firework" into the sky.

"That has no personality, you know what I mean, my bar, I can call it whatever I want."

Aberforth answered him.

Duvi Jones didn't speak, he swallowed a large amount of painkillers into his mouth - Muggle medicine, the sequelae he left in Azkaban, made him stay here, like being in hell, wanting to cry The brain is still clear, and it is necessary to take a large amount of painkillers, even if their side effects are quite frightening, liver function and kidney function damage, but this is not important.

As long as it doesn't hurt for a while.

He chewed up the painkillers and swallowed them. By the way, he picked up his wand and used [Clear Water Like a Spring] into his mouth.

After 1 minute, which should be less than the time, in front of them, the wind and snow twisted, and another wizard appeared in front of them. After revealing his identity, he hurriedly grabbed them, grabbed the two of them, and disappeared in the here.

After a sickening vertigo, they reappeared in a warm place.

A bar!
Thank goodness.

There is no place that would make the two of them happier than this, a bar with a crackling fire and a gentle glow, the wizards gathered together, looking at these chilling uninvited guests.

"Give my buddies something strong, they're freezing to death."

The person who spoke first said that he took off his coat and revealed his true face while talking.

This is a very thin, not tall wizard.

Ice had formed in front of the hair.

Instead of using magic, he reached out, crushed it, and after watching the two of them each drink, he pulled the two of them towards the house behind the house.

Entering the back room, the wizard sat on the bed and signaled them not to be nervous.

"Just say anything, don't worry, these rooms are safe, you can speak freely here, and more importantly, we are running out of time, after you have discussed with the Magical Congress of America, a large number of people from the Magical Congress of America The wizard quietly left the surroundings.

In other words, apart from the wizards you saw in the bar, plus one or two wizards on duty, Nurmengard doesn’t have any guardians. Everyone wants Grindelwald to die, even Grindelwald himself. Don't want to struggle, so if you want to do something, hurry up, no one will stop you, and no one will fight Voldemort for Grindelwald. "

He clearly said Voldemort's name, he was not an English wizard, and he had no deep-seated fear of Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)