The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Nurmengard is said to be the prison built by Grindelwald, but in the end it was used to restrain the people who built it...

Its internal structure is tight, but because it has not been maintained for a long time, it has been covered with moss, and the wet stone slab will slip if you are not careful, and Dumbledore seems to be quite familiar with the road.

Cyrus followed him, up the unrailed tower.

"There isn't even a guard here, so it really won't escape?" he asked Dumbledore.

"No, he can't escape...and he won't go" Dumbledore led him to the top floor, when his hand just touched the tall oak door, with a creak, slowly automatically opened.

Dumbledore stood at the gap, hesitating, his fingertips scratched the rusted bronze door knocker, the runes on it had disappeared due to the corrosion of sea water, and a gleam of light shone in his eyes.

Cyrus struggled to squeeze in with him, through the crack of the door he could see the back of a chair, only two withered arms on the armrest.

Plates were placed on the table against the wall, with rough bread and other dry food on it. He didn't know how the food got in. The candle flame flickered slightly, just like Hagrid's nightlight...

It never seems to go out.

"Who?" Grindelwald's voice was dry and hoarse, and it was hard to imagine that the owner of the voice was once an extremist leader who almost flattened Europe.

"I am coming again"

Dumbledore cleared his throat, exchanged a glance with Cyrus who raised his head, and then opened the door and walked in.

When they walked to the opposite side of the chair, Cyrus could see the owner of Nurmengard in front of him... like a zombie, his cheeks were thinner than that of Sirius, and his hair had turned white.

Unlike Cyrus and Dumbledore, his dark blue eyes were deeply sunken in the eye sockets, and his teeth were almost gone, but Cyrus felt that the other party's eyes were still full of indifference.

"So...he is what you mentioned last time---how do you say it?" Grindelwald looked wantonly at the boy standing in front of him, his fingers like dead branches slid under his nose, "Favorite s student?"

Perhaps it was an illusion, but in short Cyrus seemed to feel the other party's unwelcome...and a touch of disgust.

"No, it's the heir" Dumbledore announced confidently standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Ahaha, interesting... I thought Newt Scamander was, after all... Isn't he your favorite student?"

Grindelwald, who looked as fragile as a skeleton, stood up tremblingly while leaning on the armrest. He slowly circled Cyrus, as if he was looking at a rare object.

And Cyrus looked at Dumbledore in horror...

What successor?What's your favorite student?Is this different from the original plan? !Facing the most powerful dark wizard of the year, Cyrus was ready to fight and make various theories, but what is the situation now?

It's strange, but it's an illusion of being checked, which is rare in Granger's family.

"What have I inherited?" Cyrus pulled out his wand, a little dazed, "It stands to reason that we don't want to..."

Grindelwald's hoarse voice interrupted him: "Let me be Headmaster of Durmstrang, Albus said... but the question is, why? By Voldemort? Or...by ---you?"

He pointed roughly at the tip of Cyrus' nose, which made Dumbledore frown.

"I have joined forces with Beauxbatons. If Durmstrang doesn't have a good candidate, Voldemort will take that position..." Dumbledore protected Cyrus behind him, "Although I don't want to admit it, but, There's no one else but you..."

"Just because I was expelled from it? If I remember correctly, I haven't used magic for a long time"

"But how will you know if you don't try!" Cyrus stood up and said, "The war brought about by Voldemort's return can allow wizards to enter the field of vision of ordinary people! Break the secrecy law!!"

Grindelwald stared at him in a daze for a while, then looked up and laughed as if he had heard something interesting.

"I kind of know why Dumbledore chose you...haha..."

His body trembled because of laughing, and then he coughed a few more times. Dumbledore raised his hand as if wanting to support him, but immediately put it down immediately, and then Cyrus, who stood up, observed him carefully. .

Although the other party was as old as Dumbledore, the year-round solitary confinement did not seem to cover his eyes with that layer of dust. Instead, he was extraordinarily energetic in the never-extinguishing candlelight.

He looked at Dumbledore first, and then at Cyrus... There was a trace of regret and regret in his eyes.

"You've done something wrong, but now is your chance to make up for it!" Cyrus held his wand tightly, summoning up the courage to reprimand to the person who once made the European magic world fearful, "Durmstrang needs you... .”

"No~ the magic world doesn't need me, that's the real compensation"

Grindelwald seemed to be pointing at the windy walls, his eyes closed to the sound of the waves and the storm, and he said, "Albus, I've done it wrong once, and...sorry"

Although he turned his back to the two of them, he seemed to be 'seeing off guests'.

Like Dumbledore said, he couldn't leave, and he wouldn't leave... He did realize something, because a lot of things went wrong with his youthful arrogance and distaste for hiding the Ministry of Magic.

"Once Durmstrang gets involved by Voldemort, northern Europe will be controlled!" Cyrus looked at this, and Dumbledore's completely opposite personality said, "At that time...he just needs to point the finger U.K!"

"Tsk tsk...Young and vigorous..." Grindelwald said suddenly, "Aspen wood? It's a good material"

I don't know if he's talking about aspen, or about Cyrus...

Dumbledore sighed, as if he was thinking about something, and after a few minutes he heard him say slowly: "Sorry, I...I need your help, Gellert!"

"It's hard for me to imagine how a person who opposes the "Secrecy Act" got together with you"

"I have never refuted your ideals!" Dumbledore squeezed his fist and rubbed his crooked nose, "But at least he won't think about hurting Muggles! Go let wizards over Muggles... You were wrong, and I was wrong too!"

Yes, Dumbledore thought he was as stupid as Grindelwald in some respects when he was young.

But luckily he saw new...

"He's the new hope?" Gellert turned around with great interest, "Genius... also makes mistakes, how can you guarantee that he won't be like me?"

"Because he has 'love', he has a different background and perspective, he can go further than us!"

Dumbledore pressed Cyrus' shoulder, holding back the question that was on his lips.

"prove..."

"What?" Cyrus didn't hear the other party's whisper.

"Prove it to me...Dumbledore's successor!" Grindelwald suddenly became wild, and lost a little indifference, "It's just fantasy to have ideals, so what about you?"

The years carved on his body, but they couldn't hurt the deep soul.