Chapter 470 Grindelwald: Rove, I will train you well!
Hemorrhoid friends meet, is to leave some alone space, for tenderness.
So Rove followed Dumbledore's advice and wandered around Nurmengard.
But to be honest, there is really nothing to visit here. The huge castle is almost completely deserted. When the strong wind blows, there are high-pitched and terrifying screams from the cracks in the stones, like the laughter of ghosts feasting.
The boy trudged through the overgrown grass to another tower, and walked down the dilapidated stairs to the top of the building.
At the end of the stairs is a wooden door.
The wood was almost completely rotten, and when Rove reached out to touch it, the wood broke immediately, and the long strips of damp wood peeled off, half of the door almost fell on him.
Rove was a little speechless, there were really traps everywhere.
He walked out quickly, and found that the roof of the building was a garden, and there was a fountain in the center, but now it was a stagnant pool, filled with the smell of decay and decay, which was strong and smoky.
In the center of the fountain, a tall elder tree was planted, about five meters high, with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the entire roof of the building.
This elder tree is also the only plant on the entire roof.
Rove walked around the tree, wondering why elderberries were planted here, and was suddenly attracted by something. He walked quickly to the tree and stared at the trunk.
On the tree trunk, there is clearly a blood-red face, but the face is blurred, and the appearance is not clear, and there are a pair of blood-red eyes, as if looking down at Rove coldly.
"This tree comes from Valhalla...in your more familiar terms, it comes from Avalon."
An old voice sounded.
Rove turned around suddenly, and saw a hunched figure standing at the door, staring at him.
Grindelwald appeared here at some point, and Rove looked out, but did not see Dumbledore.
"Hemorrhoid friend exchange, is it over so soon?"
This thought flashed through Rove's mind, and he said softly, "Is that the island with the Fountain of Good Luck?"
"That's right." Grindelwald walked over slowly, and when he passed the fountain, a lonely fallen leaf drifted down, swept across his forehead, and fell into the pool.
Grindelwald bent down, picked up the leaf, put it in his mouth, and chewed it lightly.
"I went to that island and brought back a lot of tree species. I planted them in Nurmengard, but most of them died. I found out later that it needs to be watered with blood before it can take root in this land."
"Blood watering?" Rove was slightly speechless, but he didn't expect that it would still be an elderberry that sucked blood.
He thought for a while, then asked curiously, "Is there anything special about this tree?"
"Its leaves have the effect of quickly recovering magic power." Grindelwald said, "There was a snake tree planted here before, and it has a powerful healing ability...It's a pity that I accidentally killed it."
Rove suddenly remembered that Ilvermorny also had a snake tree whose leaves could also heal injuries.
"Actually, this kind of tree is not very special in Valhalla."
Grindelwald walked slowly under the tree. He looked at the face on the tree with his sunken eyes, and said hoarsely:
"The reason why I brought the tree back is because all the trees there have a face on the trunk.
I really want to know if it will grow the same face after being planted here. "
There was surprise in Rove's eyes, "Didn't you engrave this on it?"
"No." Grindelwald shook his head, coughed lightly, and said, "You can put your ear to your face and listen carefully."
Rove hesitated for a moment, but walked to the tree one step at a time, put his ear close to the face, and suddenly felt a beating: bang-boom, bang-boom, bang-boom.
Like a distant muffled thunder, it rang in the boy's ears, and every time he jumped, he made a deep trembling sound.
Rove closed his eyes tightly, as if he saw a bloody heart beating slowly and deeply.
He frowned: "This tree has a heart?"
"No." Grindelwald shook his head.
He waved his arm, a spell fell on the tree, a bright red blood flower bloomed where the spell was injected, and a red line slowly flowed from the trunk.
"I once cut down a tree of this kind, and it would leave bright red blood, but after peeling off the bark, it is exactly the same as other ordinary trees, and there is no heart inside."
"Where does that beating sound come from?" Rove was a little confused.
"I don't know... including this face, who it is, I don't know."
Grindelwald broke another leaf and chewed it in his mouth. He said in a deep voice, "I have consulted the wizard on that island, and they don't know much about it."
"There are still wizards living on that island?" Rove asked suspiciously.
He thought that there were only three siren sisters who guarded the treasure on the island.
"For thousands of years, countless wizards and Muggles have landed on that island. Some people want to find the fountain of good luck, some want to live forever, and some people stumble into it by mistake when they go out to sea."
Grindelwald looked at Rove, he smiled slightly and said:
"If things go on like this, many people will naturally stay there and reproduce their offspring.
In short, Valhalla is a very wonderful world, I suggest you go there. "
Rove was noncommittal.
Grindelwald didn't care, just looked into the distance, overlooking the stretch of forest and mountains.
"I told Albus to go to Uxta Prison and get a skull. Is it at your place?"
"It's in my box, I'll bring it to you later." Rove said.
"Do you know where he came from?" Grindelwald asked suddenly.
"He said he was the son of Scylla, and he came from that island." Rove hesitated, and whispered: "But I doubt his words."
"Why do you doubt?" Grindelwald turned to look at the boy.
"I have a friend who is a two-tailed golden mermaid," Rove said. "She is beautiful, and the mermaids of their whole group are beautiful, and this appearance is inherited from their ancestor Parse Loper.
And Scylla is the younger sister of Parcelope, who is also a beautiful mermaid. "
"But her son, judging from the skull, doesn't look like a mermaid, but..."
"A stunted dragon?" Grindelwald laughed.
"That's right." Rove nodded.
"I didn't expect you to know these secrets." Grindelwald sighed a little:
"Then you should also know that Parcelope left that island for the ancient Greek wizard Odysseus, and suffered a curse ever since?"
"Greyscale." Rove replied.
"That's right, greyscale...all the female offspring of Parceloper will get this disease and die in pain at the end." Grindelwald said calmly:
"But the person who really bewitched Parseloper to leave that island was her sister Scylla."
"So, Scylla is also cursed, and her son will become a monster like a dragon."
Luo Fu suddenly realized, just when he was about to ask, he suddenly saw a figure appearing on the distant mountains.
The man was walking down the stone steps quickly.
The boy let out a sigh, and asked in confusion, "How did Professor Dumbledore leave?"
"Albus has returned to Berlin." Grindelwald looked at the figure and said hoarsely: "He still has to preside over the International Federation of Wizards, and he can't stay here for long."
Rove looked confused, "What about me?"
"Albus asked you to stay in Nurmengard for the time being." Grindelwald looked at the boy with an unexpected deep smile.
"He asked me to train you for a few days."
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