Chapter 106 105: Rewritten destiny, the mysterious man
Nurmengard.
This gloomy castle standing in the valley seems to be a forgotten corner of the magical world. It has been surrounded by thick fog and dense forests for a long time, and has been isolated from the world's sight. The stone walls of the castle are mottled and in disrepair. Time has carved indelible marks on them. Every brick and tile seems to tell the story of past glory and current decline.
In the dark and small room, everyone knows that Gellert Grindelwald, who committed heinous crimes, is imprisoned here. Even Voldemort's Death Eaters will inevitably feel sad when facing such a figure. Be afraid.
"My master asked me to bring you his greetings." The bearded man in a cloak stuffed a wand into the room and spoke in a low voice with suppressed nervousness, "He knows Your ideals and his ideas agree with you. Now that the time has come, he hopes you can let the world see your strength again.”
"Dumbledore has poisoned the wizarding world for too long. People like you need to stand up and judge Dumbledore. My master hopes that you can seize this rare opportunity." The bearded man wearing a cloak also knew what he said. How bold, so when he saw the old man standing up, he immediately took a few steps back.
Tell the truth.
If it were not necessary to repeat the original words of his master, the bearded man in the cloak really didn't want to speak like this. He was really worried that Gellert Grindelwald would directly ask him, "Are you teaching me how to do things?" ?
There is no way to answer the call!
Perhaps for most wizards in the British wizarding world, Grindelwald is just a character in historical stories, but for the bearded man from the Ministry of Magic, he knows more than other wizards. , not to mention the silent Death Eaters who have been studying Dumbledore and Dumbledore's weaknesses all these years.
When it comes to Dumbledore's past, the pure-blood nobles probably don't know as much detail as their Death Eaters - of course, they can tell Grindelwald to try Dumbledore. Obviously, they have a deep understanding of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's past. The level of understanding is not yet thorough enough.
Actually, it’s normal.
After all, the story of a century ago has been dusted for too long, and was hidden too deeply by Dumbledore himself. Only a handful of people understand the unspeakable past.
Of course it is impossible for Voldemort and his henchmen to have free access to that kind of secret.
"Magic wand?"
Gellert Grindelwald's eyes flashed with excitement, and he quickly approached the door of the cell, his words also carrying an extremely resentful tone.
"Dumbledore was indeed put on trial! He is an extremely insidious and treacherous villain! I was deceived by him! It was he who caused me to be locked up here and only eat some raw pickles every day Vegetables and millet porridge!" This was obviously the true expression of the old man, with the kind of extreme resentment that was expressed through gritted teeth.
Maybe what he said was actually different from what the bearded man thought, but the bearded man couldn't hear the difference. He was only pleasantly surprised that Gellert Grindelwald's reaction was what they hoped. See the reaction.
"Yes, that's it. We are happy to help push the flames from behind. If you and your friends need allies, you can cooperate with us after you come out."
"Just a little bit Let people inquire about it, and you can Being able to contact us... we have a common desire and desire to kill Dumbledore." The tone of the bearded man in the cloak was also full of resentment and hatred. No one could compare with these Death Eaters. I hate Dumbledore even more for making them lose their glory.
"You?"
Gellert Grindelwald frowned and raised his head. He picked up the wand on the ground and rested it on his head. Seeing this guy trying to cast a spell, the bearded man in a cloak immediately took out the door key.
"We look forward to your visit."
The bearded man stared at the wand he sent out, and after leaving just one sentence, he hurriedly activated the door key, with such a timid look. It seems that he is worried that he will be used by Gellert Grindelwald to test the edge of the new wand - facing a dark wizard of this level, even people who are also dark wizards have to be careful enough.
The bearded man knows very well what the wizard in the cell can do and what he has done before, burning half of Paris. He does not want to be used by such a wizard to vent the anger of being imprisoned for decades. .
"Whoosh~"
The figure of the mysterious cloaked man disappeared outside the cell. He destroyed the protective measures and caused the shielding here to lose its effect. He ran so fast and was probably worried that officials from the Ministry of Magic would be rushed over. The reason he saw it was that he was obviously overthinking it. A group of Ministry of Magic officials far away suddenly stood up after sensing that the protective measures were ineffective. Then everyone looked at each other and continued to sit down. I went down and played wizard chess again.
Report?
What newspaper should I report to... Who among the civil servants who can sit here and play chess would not know that they are all sitting on the opposite side of the table! Eleven years ago, the saints have been carrying out secret activities again. Let’s not talk about other places. Let’s just talk about Austria. God knows how many wizards in Austria have secretly joined the party in the past eleven years!
Maybe the colleagues who are guarding the prison together here have dark roots!
I can't afford to gamble, I really can't afford to gamble. You have to know that the Saints were reactivated eleven years ago, and the Austrian Ministry of Magic replaced senior officials in large numbers more than ten years ago.
If you shout here that the man escaped from prison, there is a high probability that the person who entered the cell will not be that man. Even if you go to test the protective measures, you have to worry about whether someone will stab you in the back. Wise Ministry of Magic civil servants know how to do this. This kind of question is asked every year in the Civil Service Examination.
“What happened?”
“It must be an illusion.”
“Well, I think it is an illusion too.”
"Since you all think it is an illusion, then I must also have an illusion."
...
The guards understood this tacitly, and they all sat down and continued drinking tea and playing chess. If you dare to show an overly caring expression, you have to concentrate on trying to win the wizard chess game just like in the past. They are all human beings among wizards. Even if something big happens, changing from a prison guard to a security guard will not affect their salary.
Many of the watchers here even have some expectations in their hearts.
And the other side.
In the cell of Nurmengard.
What is happening is different from what they imagined.
"Where is the person! Why did he run away! I haven't finished speaking yet!" Gellert Grindelwald, or should I call him Gellert Lockhart, he was still carrying He had an unfathomable air. However, after seeing the bearded man in black robe using the door key to escape, his pretense immediately disappeared and he panicked.
"You haven't told me who you are yet? Dumbledore's Resistance Army? Anti-Authority Alliance? Anti-Hogwarts Association?" Gellert Lockhart grabbed the iron fence and faced it. The air shouted.
No one responded.
"Damn it! Can't you just let me out? Open the cell door for me!" Gellert Lockhart couldn't hold himself any longer, and his expression was full of aggrievedness as he looked at the still locked cell door.
Incompetent yelled several times and found out that the person might have really left. Gellert Lockhart immediately slapped himself, regretting that he should have just asked the other person to open the door for him.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it, I am the most powerful dark wizard in the world now. Of course I have a way to get out of here. I have done many more amazing things." Geller Lockhart tightly held the wand in his hand that was sent to the cell by the Death Eaters. He waved the wand a few times tentatively, but a ball of fire suddenly exploded from it.
Almost set his shoes on fire... This was obviously not a suitable reaction. Wands will rebel against wizards they do not recognize. Many wizards who forcefully use other people's wands will encounter some accidents, and this can be seen from the first time they come into contact with the wand and pour magic into the wand.
The wand chooses the wizard is not just an advertising slogan. Although Gellert Lockhart is an idiot, his knowledge reserve in this area has not been completely lost.
certainly.
Despite this, this does not affect Gellert Lockhart’s determination. Even though he knows that he and the wand are not compatible, he really wants to leave this prison of daily meager meals. . He just wants to go back and sue Dumbledore and that damn dark wizard Grindelwald immediately!
The two dark wizards must have put on a show, and then Dumbledore became the hero of the wizards. Lockhart realized such a " the truth".
Such a superb method of gaining fame amazed him, but it also made him angry. Why should he be imprisoned here as a scapegoat to replace Grindelwald?
“I want to get out!”
"It's just a small unlocking spell. I have a magic wand now. Even if this wand looks down upon others, I should be able to forcefully use it to open this simple door."
"Calm down, I must calm down. , I am a wizard..." Gellert Lockhart put out the fire in the cell, forced himself to do some mental construction, and immediately walked towards the door with confidence.
"It's just a lock-picking spell!"
He even adjusted his expression and demeanor, and re-disguised the face he was wearing now, as if he felt like doing this It seems to be able to increase your success rate.
It is hard to imagine that a former outstanding Ravenclaw graduate who just planned to cast a very simple [Unlocking Curse] could be so nervous and solemn.
"Open the Alaho Cave!"
Gellert Lockhart adhered to the principle that the louder the sound, the stronger the magic. He shouted and released the spell, and a stream of magic suddenly emerged from the wand in his hand. of light.
“Click, click~”
The lock on the cell door shook a few times.
If opened but not opened.
Gellert Lockhart pulled hard on the cell door, thinking that he would be freed immediately, but it did not happen. This ordinary lock seemed to be making a silent mockery of him.
“Damn!”
Gellert Lockhart, who did not believe in evil, gritted his teeth and tried again.
“The Alaho Cave is open!”
The door lock continues to open.
"The Alaho Cave is open!"
The gold content of Rukai is still rising.
“The Alaho Cave opens!”
“The Alaho Cave opens!”
“The Alaho Cave opens!”
...
In a moment.
The cell continued to echo with the increasingly unwilling and angry sound of Gellert Lockhart casting spells—perhaps as Ian suspected, he had completely lost his magical versatility as a wizard. , tried and failed again and again, even a new student might be able to learn this simple spell.
However.
Gellert Lockhart has always gained nothing but failure. "Open it for me!"
Gellert Lockhart, who was gradually getting up, let out a roar, and the magic power in his body, which was actually quite a lot, surged wildly. The wand, which was unwilling to be used by him, suddenly began to heat up.
“The Hole of Alajo is open!”
Unaware, Gellert Lockhart continued to cast the Unlocking Spell.
This time.
The wand did not remain forced to use, but chose a specific response.
“Bang!”
It exploded directly.
The magic brewed out of control crashed directly into Gellert Lockhart's face.
“Ah!!!”
He let out a scream of extreme pain.
Like the explosion of a gun, Gellert Lockhart was hit by out-of-control magic. Fortunately, he only used the lock-picking spell, so he did not suffer the tragic end of being shot in the head. Of course, even so, the curse that caused his right eye to bleed continuously still made him feel heartbreaking pain.
“My face! My face!”
What is professionalism? This is called idol’s professionalism. Gellert Lockhart doesn’t care about his eyesight. Concerned about whether his face will be disfigured due to this out-of-control curse.
He stumbled towards the mirror. Even though he was dizzy and sweating profusely from the pain, he forced his other eye to check his face.
Fortunately, the curse only hit the right eye.
“It’s all the fault of that hateful anti-Dumbledore alliance!” Gellert Lockhart obviously still didn’t understand who came to find him, and his IQ in this regard was obviously not affected by the biological Improved by Transfiguration.
"You are Grindelwald now, shouldn't you be against Dumbledore?" Suddenly, Gellert Lockhart heard a chuckle from behind him.
It’s not an illusion.
This made Gellert Lockhart suddenly get goosebumps.
"All forgotten!"
At what he thought was a critical moment, Gellert Lockhart turned around and used the magic he was most proud of and the only one that could guarantee 100% success.
The surging and fast Forgetting Curse is in stark contrast to the previous Lock-Opening Curse. It is faster and more powerful than the normal Forgetting Curse, and it obviously has its own unique understanding and improvement methods.
Many unsuspecting powerful wizards will definitely suffer from this, but there is no one standing where the sound comes from, only a suspended ancient mirror floating there.
It seemed to predict the landing point of the Forgetting Curse, and directly caught the Forgetting Curse with its own mirror. Then, Gellert Lockhart's extraordinary Forgetting Curse was immediately bounced back.
It came quickly.
The speed of rebound is naturally the same.
Gellert Lockhart had no time to dodge, and was hit directly in the face by his own Oblivion Curse - he fell to the ground like a panic attack.
The strange hanging mirror that suddenly appeared slowly disappeared.
After a long time.
Gellert Lockhart got up from the ground and covered his head.
"Who am I?"
Gellert Lockhart held the dressing table with difficulty, his mind went blank. He looked at the mirror in front of him blankly, and was smashed. The injured eye was still bleeding slowly.
"Am I a handsome old man?"
"What's wrong with my eyes..."
Losing his memory still couldn't change his narcissism. Gellert Lockhart raised his hand and touched his right eye. The bleeding eye had the texture of a cataract exploded by an out-of-control curse.
He squinted his eyes slightly in confusion.
“Click~”
The lock of the dresser drawer opened suddenly, startling Gellert Lockhart, and he backed away suddenly. After a few steps, he even fell to the ground.
“Scared me to death!”
After patting his chest to calm down his emotions for a while, Gellert Lockhart stood up from the ground. He cautiously approached the drawer of the dresser and looked inside.
A thick diary lies quietly in the drawer.
"Gellert Grindelwald..."
Lockhart read out the signature on the diary.
"Is this my diary?" Lockhart, who was in a state of being unable to remember anything, was already panic-stricken, as if he was grasping a straw of hope.
...
The quiet Hogsmeade village at night.
Under the big tree.
The middle-aged wizard wearing a funny top hat looked up at the castle in the distance. A simple mirror appeared out of thin air, and was put into his robe with an expressionless expression.
Then the wandering chess player looked at the chessboard in front of him. It was different from the chessboard when he set up a stall during the day. This chessboard was full of various characters and chess pieces.
The chess pieces have unique shapes and do not belong to any type of wizard chess. Instead, they look like sculptures of living people, including Dumbledore, Snape, and Grindelwald.
"Careless prophet, this is the right direction..." The middle-aged wizard stared at the chess pieces and muttered to himself. He raised his hand and lightly tapped the black chess pieces on the chessboard.
"At least for me."
Quiet night.
The homeless man murmured in a low voice, his voice tired. The moonlight swayed down from the branches, shining on the pure silver ring on his hand.
The age-old ring shimmered.
A raven is carved on it.
……
The next day.
Ian woke up in the Room of Requirement.
He felt a little pain in his head, his mouth was dry, and the pillow he was holding was a little too cold. It might be good in summer, but it was really inappropriate in winter. Ian, whose mind slowly restarted, opened the door. Behind the eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was a ferocious face without eyes.
“What did I do last night!”
Ian screamed in horror.
He let go of the Dementor who was dressed in a Halloween costume and tied into a rice dumpling, and jumped up from the floor of the Room of Requirement like a frightened deer.
“Yeah, what did you do to us last night?”
Before Ian could recall his fragmented memories, he looked at the dementor on the floor that looked like it was made into a pillow.
The next moment.
Dozens of books made of bones floated over.
They surrounded Ian.
issued a question full of dissatisfaction.
"The Book of Parseltongue"
Ian recognized his crooked handwriting on the book.
The number of words today is smaller because I have to adjust the update time to the earthly world. Staying up late continuously is a bit overwhelming. I have to go to work during the day and I am so groggy that I can’t help it. I will resume tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)