Chapter 369: Golden cicada unshelled


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Just after Voldemort had left Britain to go to Russia to find the secret of the old wand, and shortly after the trial against Malfoy, the Dark Lord’s opponent did not stop his pace.
At the junction of Haute-Savoie in France and Valle d’Aosta in Italy, there are few traces of Bianco Peak, where snow is all year round, the weather is cold and the weather is cold, looking out, the mountains are all white Covered by a piece of white snow, like wearing a white sweater, the mountains are surrounded by hazy mist, and occasionally the winter sun passes through the layers, entangled clouds and mist, and the faint light illuminates the snow layer, reflecting the brilliant Golden light.
However, these sunshine have almost no profound impact on the snow, and will not change all year round.
There are countless dangers hidden behind this high-altitude beautiful scenery. In recent years, some Muggles have come here to challenge this formidable height. Occasional avalanches have buried many people who dare to underestimate the power of nature. Ordinary people.
Today, this mountain welcomes a pair of travelers.
If someone is here, they will involuntarily exclaim.
Because the age of this pair of travelers looks so high, it is not suitable for challenging the age of such a height. One of them is tall, with white hair and spirit, and looks very kind. The other looks like a bird of prey, a high nose bridge, and vaguely. Can recognize what he was like when he was young.
What's even more surprising is that they didn't carry any climbing aids, not even the most basic cold protection equipment.
Both of them wore a somewhat thin and old robe. I don't know, maybe they thought they lived in the Middle Ages or even earlier.
But even so, looking at their expressions, they seem to feel cold and relaxed, and have to be surprised.
The former is a black robe. It is almost a black spot that is hard to recognize among the snow-capped mountains. The latter is dressed in a light green robe embroidered with light red silk threads, mysterious patterns and symbols. Surround it.
"Albus, I still don't know why you are playing this trick of death, at least in my opinion it makes no sense." The latter wore a black robe and strode across the rugged mountain road , The sharp and broken stones and the cold weather had no effect on him, and he was flat on the ground.
Looking closely, he didn't seem to step on the ground, clinging to the winding road, and leaking a gap of air under his feet.
Extremely exquisite floatation.
Occasionally some spikes protruding from the shrubs were cut by an invisible wind blade before they touched him, mixed with soft white snow and rolled into the valley.
This seems to be a mountain road that has not yet been developed.
The old man chattered and said that white gas was constantly spitting out of his mouth, and then condensed into a piece of ice in the air, and fell.
"The so-called Dark Lord, we can solve him by joining together, and it will even be very easy. I think it will not be much harder than killing a bug."
"He is very afraid of you, he is not your opponent, otherwise he will not attack you with fear, if you add me..."
The old man behind shook his head, and the silver-white beard danced with it. He was struck down by the impact of Voldemort's disarming curse, and fell into the other side of the curtain, Dumbledore who had died completely in the eyes of everyone.
"That's not enough, we can't eliminate him completely." Dumbledore avoided a huge rock that was naturally rolled down and wrapped in snow, and followed behind Grindelwald.
Explained the opening.
"And... Gellert." Dumbledore seemed to think of something. Halfway through the words, he fell silent, and his wide robe was rattled by the wind.
"Okay." Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore with a deep gaze, and stopped asking.
"After a long time in prison, it's time to come out and do some activities." He said to himself again now.
The two are now slowing down on the mountain road.
Grindelwald didn't know where they were going, he didn't know when, he started to follow Dumbledore's back, and replaced him with the lead.
He tried it, and using Phantom Shift around this area consumes more magic than usual.
When the two crossed another white mountain, Grindelwald's face changed.
"Muggle banishment curse? Are you coming here?"
Then he took a step forward decisively and found that the surrounding temperature suddenly increased, and there was a twist in front of his eyes. It was still icy and snowy. Now he is turned upside down. The piles of trees are green, lush, lush and tall, surrounding the surrounding A circle of defense like a city wall resists the severe cold.
In contrast to what I saw just now, the old dry branches that were covered in snow form a stark contrast.
Some dull alchemy puppets, wearing armor made of gold, engraved with a pattern of magic patterns engraved in between, holding a long stick of pure gold in his hand, and placed it across his chest.
Several puppets stooped down and were using brooms to sweep out the snow that had drifted in, or stepped on it to continuously evaporate the melting snow.
The dazzling gemstones were set in the eyes and acted as eyeballs, but they were still godless.
Dumbledore's wide cuffs suddenly swelled up, and after a few shakes, a fiery red phoenix sprang out of it, groaning, and stood on the green grass, shaking his body, and high The head walked forward a few steps.
It is a Phoenix Fox who has been away from Hogwarts for a long time.
"And you, the broken bird, do you really trust it? Give it all to him, in case Voldemort used Awada Soul at that time, and it ran away, what would you do?"
"Loyalty is mutual. Fox is loyal to me, just as I trust it." Dumbledore closed his eyes and said slowly.
Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and looked down at this proud phoenix with amusement.
"Unfortunately Voldemort didn't use a spell of death. Your bird is a leucorrhea."
"Oh, disarming curse, it seems that the charm of the wand is stronger than your life."
"But in his eyes, your death must be an unexpected surprise."
"It's ironic that a long-time foe died on a disarming curse."
"If it is such a humiliating method of death, I might not die."
"Alas." Dumbledore sighed long, without knowing why.
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He led the way in front of him and walked to a puppet that looked the finest.
The belt is dotted with a few white pearls, and there are many engraved magic words engraved on the wrist.
The puppet made by alchemy seemed to recognize the old man, and moved his metal body swaying and took the initiative to let it go. In front of the two, a hard stone door lifted up, first revealing a gap, and then completely turn on.
There was some scattered dust.
Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, and the dust was swept away.
The house was brightly lit, and the old-fashioned light bulb above the head glowed with an indelible orange light, which seemed quite gentle.
Just as Dumbledore was about to take a step forward, he felt a sensation of hotness spreading on the cuff on the other side.
"It seems that your student has any new information to report to you." Grindelwald also seemed to feel the abnormality of the double-sided mirror and said suddenly.
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