Vol 2 Chapter 339: Prisoners and guards

Jon couldn't help but was stunned, he rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Because in this cell in front of me, there is nothing but a stone bed and a thin blanket on it...
There are no prisoners on the stone bed!
What the hell, it's possible that I've gone the wrong way... Or Grindelwald just went to the next door to stop by... Or...
Jon frowned and turned around--
Because he heard footsteps behind him.
A scrawny figure gradually appeared from the stairs behind him.
It was the weak and weak old wizard who had just seen at the entrance of the fortress, who limped over with a broomstick.
His movements were very slow, as if every step he took would consume all his energy.
He also ignored Jon, but went straight into the cell... put the broom on the side of the corner, then climbed to the side of the stone bed with some effort, paralyzed on it, and at the same time grabbed the tattered thin blanket and curled up. Into a ball.
...
"Hello!" Jon greeted respectfully.
The old wizard's eyes came out from behind the tattered thin blanket, and he looked at Jon carefully. He said weakly, "Excuse me, can you help me make a fire!"
It is June, and the weather is obviously not cold. Even if it is a mountain, the temperature should be around 15 degrees... But the old wizard seemed to be shivering from the cold, as if in a cold winter.
Jon was stunned, and then took out his magic wand: "Flame ()!"
A fiery red flame burned in the center of the cell, raising the temperature here by several degrees.
"Okay, thank you!" The old wizard's face showed a little brilliance, and he half sat on the stone bed, no longer hugging the tattered thin blanket tightly.
"You just told me that you are the guard of this prison?" Jon asked tentatively, making his tone as polite as possible.
"Yes... I am the only guard in this prison... and the only prisoner in this prison..." Gellert Grindelwald on the stone bed replied calmly: "The two are not contradictory."
"You are right. I am honored to meet you, Mr. Grindelwald." Jon nodded, "I just asked where your cell is, but didn't ask where you are... it was my negligence. ."
"Jon Hart... If I remember correctly, you should be this name!" the old wizard said slowly.
"Yes!" Jon said quickly.
"Then it seems that my memory hasn't faded to the point of incurable, is it?" A weak smile appeared on the corner of Grindelwald's mouth: "I heard this name once a few years ago!"
Jon didn't know how to answer. On the old man in front of him, he couldn't see any shadow of the Dark Demon who once had power over the world...
Rickety body, wrinkled face, and gray and sparse hair...
Any old man in a Muggle nursing home looks more energetic and more like a normal person than him.
...
"Are you sympathizing with me, little guy?" Grindelwald's gloomy eyes suddenly showed a somewhat proud look: "Hahaha...so funny!"
Jon was silent, neither affirmed nor denied.
"Hahaha...I don't need any sympathy!" Grindelwald shook his head slightly to Jon, and continued to laugh loudly: "He is not a harmless old man lying here...he is the 20th century. The cruelest murderer, the provocateur of a Muggle war and a wizarding war, a terrifying conspiracy composed of lies and dark magic..."
Gellert Grindelwald stopped his words and scratched his head lightly: "Sorry, I am getting old... my memory is no longer good... I can't remember what they ordered me to fill me The crime of two pieces of parchment."
"You shouldn't have any sympathy for me. Maybe one of your elders or the great-grandfather of one of your classmates died in my hands directly or indirectly..." The smile on the old wizard's face gradually disappeared. , Replaced by a kind of unspeakable loneliness:
"I'm just a loser, and sympathy for the loser is actually an insult to him!"
"It's not sympathy, but respect." Jon said with a serious face: "It has nothing to do with ideals, success or failure, and nothing to do with right or wrong... Albus Dumbledore is a long-time man I respect very much. He, and you used to be his best friend, so you deserve my respect."
Jon spoke very slowly, and the old wizard listened very seriously.
When Jon finished speaking, he seemed to be stunned for a moment before slowly speaking:
"I can't tell, you're quite talking... Sit down!"
"...As you can see, there is nothing else on my side; if you don't mind, just sit on the ground..." Then he added.
...
Jon sat on the ground, sitting by the fire, looking up at the old and weak old wizard on the stone bed.
"What's the matter with me?" Gellert Grindelwald's voice was very soft, and he made a few rapid coughs from time to time: "Cough cough cough... This prison doesn't often see visitors."
"Why don't you think Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to you?" Jon couldn't help asking.
"Albus won't come to me or send someone to me." Grindelwald smiled bitterly: "We have been stubborn for many years. Even if he came here once a few years ago, he just sent his phoenix. Just come here to send me a letter..."
"...Do you think we are still friends? No~EbookFREE.me~ long ago! We've turned our heads against each other..." Grindelwald calmly explained: "I am the culprit who killed his sister; and he My friends and students: Shaker, Taft, Finier, etc., were all killed directly or indirectly by me; the death of Armando Dupete was also related to me, he was one Remember the spell, and then died within a few years..."
"Similarly, the subordinates I trust the most? They can’t hide his shadow behind their sacrifices... From 1944 to 1945, I will not be driven to desperation step by step..."
"Dumbledore persuaded Minister Leonard Muen to commute your death sentence to life imprisonment." Jon said softly.
"That's just Dumbledore's way of doing things." Grindelwald said coldly: "And I am different from him. I think that the easiest and most direct way to kill the defeated opponent is to respect him. !"
"So, why do you tell Dumbledore to predict the existence of Magus?" Jon asked abruptly.