Chapter 467 Grindelwald and Nurmengard
The scorching flames suddenly appeared, and accompanied by the crisp sound of birdsong, a bright red phoenix appeared out of thin air.
Rove let go of Fox's long golden tail feathers, and his feet landed on the soft mud. He looked around and found himself standing in a pine forest.
Through the gaps in the leaves, he could see a black castle standing on the top of a distant mountain, with three crooked towers against the leaden sky.
"There is Nurmengard."
Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Nurmengard, he said with a complicated expression:
"Long ago it was the bastion of Grindelwald and the voodoo party, and the prison he built to hold his opponents.
After Grindelwald was defeated by me, this place became his prison...his prison alone! "
Looking at the dark castle, Rove said softly, "It's more like ruins."
"No one has taken care of it for almost half a century." Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck and sighed:
"Time is such a cruel force that it destroys everything."
"Go this way." The old man warned: "In order to prevent others from entering Nurmengard, the International Federation of Wizards has arranged many magic and traps here... You must remember the route."
Luo Fu was stunned, once was not enough, and will come again in the future?
Seeing that Dumbledore was already walking forward, the boy hurriedly followed. The headmaster led him through the forest, around winding and intricate trails, and came to a cliff.
The uphill road is hidden between the rock crevices, it is a steep and rugged stone path.
Rove climbed up, the road twisted and twisted, at first down, then up, and became steeper and narrower.
The road is also riddled with cracks, broken rock and large fallen rocks.
Rove was able to fly, and he was about to propose to fly up. Dumbledore seemed to know what he wanted to say, and said:
"Flying is prohibited here to prevent people from approaching on broomsticks."
The boy had no choice but to continue to keep silent and follow the principal to climb up the ladder honestly.
Halfway through the climb, Rove was out of breath, and a gust of wind made his robe crackle.
Dumbledore asked suddenly: "Rove, did you find anything when you went to Azkaban?"
"I found it." Rove said hastily, "I found a corpse by the lake where the dementor was born."
"Corpse?"
Dumbledore showed a surprised look. He thought he was a fugitive from Azkaban, but as the boy described, his expression became serious.
"Are you sure his name is Kurga, and he went to find the Fountain of Fortune?" Dumbledore repeatedly confirmed.
"When Captain Carlos told me about this, he only came across the ghost ship, and he hadn't seen Kurga's body yet." Rove replied cautiously: "He should have no reason to lie."
"Well, I will go to Carlos to confirm this again." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, looked up at the growing Nurmengard, and reminded:
"About the Fountain of Good Luck, you can ask Grindelwald. He... has also been looking for the Fountain of Good Luck, and he knows more about it."
"The skull I asked you to fetch is what he brought back from there."
Rove nodded. He already knew about it when he learned that the skull was the son of Scylla, the three sisters of the Sirens.
However, asking Grindelwald about such things made him a little guilty. That was the original Dark Lord, and he was the grandson of Newt.
Will he kill himself if he meets him?
Rove's eyes flickered, and he asked suddenly: "The basilisk, have you also handed it over to Grindelwald?"
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded and said, "Grindelwald's research in the field of black magic is much more profound than mine, so I handed it over to him."
Rove nodded slightly. He was curious about who Dumbledore was talking about as a professional... If it was Grindelwald, then he was indeed professional.
But ah...
The young man secretly slandered, Dumbledore was sure that he handed the basilisk to Grindelwald because he was more professional, or did he want to come to Nurmengard a few more times?
Silent for a while, the two continued to climb along the cliff. The last few hundred meters were the steepest and most dangerous. The loose stones rolled under their feet, and they fell along the stone path behind them.
When they got out from the crevice, they were already under the castle.
It was only then that Rove noticed that Nurmengard was embedded on a steep cliff, looking down on the earth like black eyes.
The castle is built of ancient unplastered rocks, each of which is different. Thick moss and clusters of poisonous tentacles grow between the crevices of the rocks.
At the gate, there is also an iron gate, the tip of the tooth is deeply sunken into the muddy ground, and the iron gate is covered with red rust.
When Rove stepped forward to pull the rusty iron ring, the iron door was stuck for a while, and then slowly opened with the harsh protest of the door chain.
The young man looked up, and the leafy outer court appeared in front of him. The yard was full of weeds and fallen pine needles, and rows of solemn and solemn pine trees stood upright everywhere.
The main keep was also engulfed in green and purple moss, dark shades of green everywhere.
Nurmengard, which was once frightening, is now completely deserted and dilapidated... There is no sign of human existence.
And that dark lord who was so famous for a while was imprisoned here!
There was a breeze, rustling the leaves and weeds like a deep sigh.
Dumbledore continued to walk forward with Rove, and soon came to the entrance of the castle. On the edge of the door directly above, there was a sentence in German:
Für das hhere Wohl!
"For the greater good," Rove murmured.
Dumbledore looked at the line with a complicated expression, and the restlessness that had been suppressed deep in his heart suddenly surfaced.
After standing there for a long time, the old man let out a long sigh.
"Professor?" Rove asked concerned, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Dumbledore's voice was hoarse and low, "I just recalled the past more than a hundred years ago, as if it was yesterday."
"You may be curious why I gave Grindelwald something so important to the Basilisk, and why I brought you here to meet him."
Dumbledore said slowly:
"Actually, Grindelwald and I have known each other for a long time. He went to Godric's Hollow to find the grave of Ignotus Peverell, one of the three brothers, and I lived there."
The old man looked sad and said:
"that summer,
I am eighteen.
He is sixteen years old. "
Dumbledore turned his face towards the castle, as if the brisk mountain wind could blow away memories.
At this time, in the tallest castle in Nurmengard, a lonely old man also stood quietly at the window, looking into the distance.
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(Thanks to "I'm just a sheep", "Japanese who live a good life" and "Moon Bay Hot Spring" for their rewards.)