Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort watched him casually, playing with his wand.

Snape replied honestly: "Dumbledore has not been at Hogwarts recently."

"Oh?" Voldemort's eyes flickered, reminiscent of Potter, the bright light in his eyes disappeared quickly, "Aren't you at Hogwarts?"

Snape nodded: "Master, do you want to attack Hogwarts?"

He sees it and points it out.

Voldemort didn't reply, just sat quietly.

After a while, he clicked on the table, and a piece of parchment flew out from the drawer, showing in front of Snape's eyes: "Severus, do you remember this?"

"Three Hallows." Snape read the words on it.

Voldemort nodded: "That's right, the Three Holy Artifacts."

He stood up, walked gently to Snape, and said in a serious and sincere tone, "My dear Severus, my strongest friend, I trust you very much."

"So there are some things I can't hide from you."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "I am very reluctant to admit that the most serious issue before us - Severus, I have not yet fully recovered to my prime, although I have now felt that, How powerful the power in the body is, how terrifying the knowledge I have had."

"But I have to admit that both Potter and Dumbledore are opponents on the same level as me."

"They're as strong as I am."

"But there are two of them, I only have one."

"Do you understand me? Severus, I need help."

Speaking of this, Voldemort turned around, staring at the parchment with scarlet eyes, with a greedy and hot expression: "Three Hallows of Death, the three treasures that are said to give you the power of death after mastering them."

"The ring of the Gunter family is the resurrection stone. Unfortunately, I knew it too late and couldn't keep it."

He turned back again and met Snape's eyes: "Severus, Dumbledore has the Resurrection Stone."

"He and Grindelwald also pursued the Three Hallows together, and as the final winner, the Hallows they found should also be in Dumbledore's hands."

"One, or both."

"Help me find it, I haven't shown up yet."

Snape knelt down and immediately agreed without hesitation: "Everything is in accordance with your great will."

Voldemort tilted his head and looked out of the window, his scarlet eyes against the light, as transparent as rubies.

His gaze crossed the Dover Strait and cast to the other end of the vast ocean.

A man in black robes hurriedly walked in the mountains, and the mountain road was rugged, and he walked with difficulty.

Layer after layer of magic was dispelled by him.

Finally, when the moon was rising and hanging in the center of the sky, the man in black finally saw a castle that was almost standing with the mountain. It was so black that it was the same color as the surrounding mountains. People are afraid.

Wangshan ran to death.

When we got to the castle, the sun was about to rise.

Nurmengard.

A prison that used to be as famous as Azkaban—of course, Azkaban is because of the dementors and Nurmengard is because of Grindelwald, where the powerful dark wizard imprisoned all the rebels, Ironically, the prison is now his own cage.

Prison entrance.

The walls that have not been protected for a long time still look as clean as new, and the words engraved on them are as cold as decades ago.

"For the greater good."

The man in black stared at it for a long time before continuing to walk in.

Nurmengard has been abandoned for a long time, and the spiders weaved layers of webs inside. It can be seen that someone lived in the cell long ago, and now even toothpaste skins have been soaked into the floor, and the sound of footsteps is crisp, clear, Echoes bounced back and forth in the empty room.

This is a substandard prison.

There are no jailers.

There are no magic traps either.

There is only the spell that permeates the castle—miniature, but this spell is useless. The prison door is open, and people in the prison can go out anytime they want.

After more than half an hour, he reached the top floor of the castle.

Finally, there is something other than desolation here.

The corridor was clean and had just been cleaned. The door of the hut at the end was ajar, and the man in black stood at the door, peeping inside.

A hardwood bed, a desk, and a few scattered books, all of which are fairy tale books like "The Tales of Peter the Bard".

"Guests from afar, don't you come in?" English with a strong accent came from the room.

The man in black walked in and greeted the man sitting on the bed respectfully: "Praise you, the great dark wizard Grindelwald, the servant carries the will of his great master, the Dark Lord, to send you greetings."

He took off his hood, revealing a pale, immature face, short golden brown hair, and handsome.

The old man on the bed had smooth white hair and his eyes were like sapphires, brighter than the sun just rising in the sky.

"Voldemort?" Grindelwald whispered.

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded.

"He is in Great Britain, and he came to Nurmengard to find me?" Grindelwald chuckled.

Crouch raised his head and looked at him: "Master wants to help you escape from prison."

"You came up step by step." Grindelwald shook his head, "Do I need to escape from prison?"

Crouch said: "It is not Nurmengard who imprisoned you, but Dumbledore."

"Master hopes to join hands with you."

Grindelwald looked at him without saying a word.

Crouch continued: "The master said that you and him are the same kind of people, and they both share the same lofty goals."

"I saw the words engraved on the wall at the prison gate."

"For the greater good."

"In this matter, the master is as willing as you to fight for a greater good. Shouldn't the rights of wizards override mudbloods?"

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, and his tone became passionate: "According to them, we are higher-level human beings, beings who have evolved more successfully and intelligently than them, and we should rule everything as a matter of course."

Grindelwald laughed.

Crouch was a little overwhelmed.

"Is this the point of view of your master?" Grindelwald stood up, his eyes sparkling, "That's all he can see?"

Crouch took a deep breath: "This is just what I, as a servant, looked up at the glory of my master and glimpsed at the tip of the iceberg."

He dodged his eyes and dared not meet those bright eyes.

"You were great, but failed."

He continued, but his voice was not as confident and bold as it was at the beginning.

"Master invites you to deal with Dumbledore together."

Grindelwald reminded him: "There is also Potter."

Crouch nodded: "Of course, there is also Potter, but that is just a young wizard who has not yet graduated. He is powerful, but not to be feared."

"Then your master cut off an arm in Gringotts." Grindelwald smiled slightly.

Crouch gritted his teeth and quibbled: "At that time, the master had just been resurrected."

"Now Potter will never be the master's opponent."

Grindelwald said lightly, "Is it because your master saw something in Avalon?"

Crouch looked confused.

Avalon?

The land of miracles in that myth? He had heard related legends when he was a child, but did that place really exist?

Sounds like something to do with Potter too.

"You don't know this?" Grindelwald nodded, "It seems that Voldemort doesn't trust you that much."

The confusion in Crouch's eyes dissipated immediately, and he became firm again: "A servant is a servant, and a master is a master. If the master doesn't say anything about it, it means the servant doesn't need to know."

"You are loyal to him." Grindelwald looked at him with deep eyes, and said meaningfully.

Crouch didn't speak.

"Go back and tell your master." Grindelwald sat back on the bed again, "If you want to talk about this matter, let him come to see me in person."

The oppressive feeling that hung over his head dissipated.

Crouch breathed a sigh of relief, and he raised his head again: "If it doesn't work, the master hopes to make a deal with you."

"About the Three Sacred Artifacts?" Grindelwald asked, with doubts in his voice, but his tone was extremely firm.

Crouch nodded, and he twisted unnaturally.

He somewhat hated standing in front of Grindelwald, being seen through from head to toe, and he even felt that his master who was far away in Great Britain was also seen through when he was seen through.

"What is he trading for?" Grindelwald asked.

"Or, what else can he offer to trade with me now?"

"dark magic?"

"Horcrux?"

"Avalon?"

Grindelwald didn't say a word, he was like a boulder, pressing heavily on Crouch.

"I'm over a hundred years old." Grindelwald stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Without a wand, without reciting spells, a handful of blue Fiendflames danced and danced at his fingertips, turning into a small blue phoenix in the blink of an eye.

"There is nothing in this world that I want to know, but I don't know yet."

"Your master can't get the chips I want."

Crouch whispered: "What if it is to kill Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly.

Crouch suddenly trembled, took a step back, cold sweat poured down his forehead and back, obviously the old man sitting on the bed didn't do anything, his body didn't even move, but suddenly, he felt that he had been born It's better to die several times.

"Kill Dumbledore?" Grindelwald opened his eyes again.

"It's an interesting topic."

"Then let your master try, and if he can do it, talk about these things, will you?"

Crouch nodded: "Of course."

"My master promises you that he will give you this great gift in the near future."

Grindelwald laughed twice, meaning unclear.

Crouch respectfully saluted and turned to leave.

When he walked out of Nurmengard, he turned his head and took a deep look at the sentence on the wall - "for the greater good", with a light wave of his wand, Apparation, disappeared and left.

Grindelwald stood at the window, staring at the mountains in the distance, with a faint silvery white light in his blue eyes.

Grindelwald's image is not Depp's, the heterochromatic pupils are too ruffian, although he is handsome!

Today, the two are more likely.

The status is a bit wrong, stick it!