Chapter 372: Broken Newmongard

() Germany, forest east of Nuremberg.
After Professor Bins asked about the location of Newmongard Wizarding Prison, Maca set out as fast as possible. Just hurrying all the way, when it arrived in the Zezabeshe Forest, it was already that night.
Newmongard Wizarding Prison, since the time when the power of the Black Wizards spread throughout Europe, Greenward himself ordered the building.
It was once filled with wizards against Greenward's atrocities, and it was the most dreaded darkness in the entire European magic world.
Ironically, when Greenwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he was himself locked up at the top of the prison, once filled with blood and despair.
To this day, do you still remember the horror man, how many are left?
The dazzling sun has abandoned its last brilliance on the western horizon, and the bright moon hangs in the eastern sky like a silver disk.
Maca wore a cold moonlight on his shoulders, pedaled a magic book, and flew fast over a large lush forest.
"... Newmongard."
He saw that, just down the mountain from the deepest part of the forest, there were two towering vertical breaks next to each other. At the junction of the broken walls with a clear earthy level, a cold and dark spire tower stood up and stood in the center of the broken wall.
The tower has sharp edges and sharp cuts on the stone wall, but it may be used to maintain the intactness of the building. With the lapse of time, it looks a little dilapidated.
Maca was flying at a constant speed, and she took out her staff and held it in her hand, staring straight at the tower and approaching it quickly.
The cold wind at night roared in his ears, hiding the roar of the beasts in the forest.
Finally, approaching some of the broken houses around the tower, Maca slowed down and landed on the open space between the ruins.
Greenward used Newmongard as his base and expanded his sphere of influence. So naturally, there must be a place for his men to live and train here.
After landing on the ground, Maca slightly relaxed her tired body due to long flight.
Although flying on a magical book by foot, relying on the application of a floating spell, he stood on top of himself to maintain balance, but it was all on his own physical strength.
Although this flying method can make the most of his ability derived from the assassin, in terms of long-term flight, it is actually easier to fly the broom.
After a short break, Maca walked on the old road in the middle of the ruins, taking a little bit of the wreckage of the houses on both sides into her eyes.
The wreckage of these buildings can also be discerned to some extent. It was obviously true that Greenward trained the wizarding army here.
All the buildings here have a simple and tough style. At the end of the wide road, even in the open space in front of the Newmongard Gaol Prison, there are even damaged puppets for training magic spells.
The traces of militarization are clear at a glance.
"Speaking of which, I seem to have definitely confirmed a training plan like this!" Maca stepped into the empty training ground, as if remembering something, shook her head slightly.
Didn't he try something similar in the short school period in Durmstrang in the past?
"Gellert Greenward, is it still there?"
Maca looked up at the top of the tower, and the bright moonlight blew down from the sky, showing the whole of Newmongard and the surrounding high stone walls.
"... he had better be."
For Greenward, maybe he would run out and do something, which really made Marka feel a little bad.
Compared to Voldemort, Greenward is better at using methods other than magic to gain benefits for himself. Dumbledore's former best friend and foe was by no means as easy to see through as Voldemort.
Defeated by his old friend and locked in this tower for decades, what has the world-famous ambitionist turned into?
"The visitor stops."
As soon as Maca came to the iron fence door in the middle of the high wall, a cold voice came out of the door.
"English?" He said with a little doubt, "... is the guard left by Dumbledore?"
Professor Bins has mentioned that sporadic records of Newmongard indicate that unknown guards remain here. But is this true? It is true that Professor Bins, who has always been rigorous and rigid in history, has a denial attitude.
"boom!"
"Bang ... Bang ... Bang ..."
With a heavy muffled sound, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, it seemed to be a footstep.
"... Newmongard ... repeated offender ... denial of visit."
The cold voice, which did not contain a trace of emotion, sounded again, and the next moment, a huge figure shorter than the high wall in front of Maca entered Maca's vision from the side of the iron fence door.
"giant?"
That's right, standing at the moment in front of Maca across the iron fence door is a giant that has not survived in modern times.
This giant is taller and stronger than those that Maca saw in the giant tribe. Depending on his unusually tall height, he may be nearly 30 feet tall.
What is even more surprising is that the giant is wearing a complete set of skirts, and even has a long-handled mace in his hand.
In the Middle Ages, Muggle warriors used maces to deal with enemies covered in armor, but this thing, in the hands of giants, was a complete siege weapon.
"Where is this giant warrior deceived from?" Maca raised her neck and looked at this behemoth, which was five times his height, and muttered under her heart.
After staring at each other for a while, Maca opened her throat and tried to shout.
"Dumbledore sent me!"
The big man squatted a little, looked at Maca carefully, then shook his head expressionlessly.
"Newmongard, decline visits."
Probably this guy can only say these few words, or because he stayed here too long, Maca immediately found that communicating with him was simply futile.
No longer talking nonsense to him, Maca threw out the magic book and flew up again.
The giant, almost full of combat instincts, immediately lifted the mace, and when Maca flew over the iron fence door at high speed, he responded to him very quickly.
This hammer completely showed the giant physical strength of the giant. Where the mace passed, even the air flow was dragged fiercely, and the deflated power caused a burst of whistling.
Although Maca relied on his superb flying skills to escape the blow of the mace, he was pulled by the fierce air current and forcibly changed his flight trajectory.
Fortunately, the giant is the least good at dealing with flying bugs like him. This was so during the ancient war, and it is still so today.
After slightly correcting the flight direction, Maca re-speeded up instantly and flew to the top of the tower in the giant's thunderous sight.
"call--"
After avoiding itself, the huge clods that screamed and screamed, and the next second, the clods fell heavily on the tower, and suddenly broke into a piece of stone debris.
Soon, the dust was dissipated by the strong wind in the air, but the intact outer wall of the tower was exposed.
Maca glanced back at the giant and saw that she was holding another piece of soil, and then she let out a magic spell, which instantly smashed it.
"Speaking of which, how did the Giants train? Maybe I can look for Dumbledore's notes or something ..." Maca thought, and flew to the hole in the top of the tower.
There were not many windows in Newmongard ... No, to be precise, there were only two holes in the tower. One is naturally the entrance to the bottom of the tower, and the second is the topmost window hole.
The window hole was quite narrow, and Yo Mo was just three fingers wide, and looking in it was so dark that he could see nothing.
But on the stone wall of the tower itself, Maca felt a subtle magic wave, and was rejecting all outsiders.
"It looks like it's dilapidated, but is it all about defense?"
Maca reached out and touched the icy gray-black outer wall, and immediately felt a needle-like tingling sensation on the palm. He didn't retract his palm because of the sudden pain, and frowned and checked the pain carefully.
"There doesn't seem to be any counter-attack defense magic like that of Royna's tower ..." Maca thought for a while, then stretched out her staff and aimed at the outer wall.
"Click-boom!"
He politely invoked the power of the rules, and the wall was immediately covered with frost. There was a crackling sound from the inside out, and the magic that fixed it collapsed with the entire exterior wall.
Throwing the frozen cracked stone under the tower, Maca flashed into the topmost room of this Newmundgaard tower.
It can be seen that this is also a prison.
Although there are beds, desks, wardrobes, and so on in this room, there should be everything you need. But on the other side near the stairs, there was a whole black metal fence door.
However, at this moment, the fence door was half open!
"Did you really run away?"
Maca stared at the fence door ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and stood quietly by the desk. Behind him, the cold moonlight no longer obstructed the wall, shot straight in, and dragged a long shadow in front of him.
"Ok?"
Marka turned her head and glanced at a piece of parchment paper on the desk. He picked it up and glanced briefly, then there was a sharp flash in his eyes.
"What is this?" He said coldly, "... is it a threat?"
The words didn't fall, Maca spun out of the gap behind her with a magic book, and slammed the parchment in her hand, then raised the staff, and a blue and white beam of light shot out.
In a violent roar, the piece of parchment accompanied by the infamous Newmundgaard Tower in the past was transformed into a chilling fragment.
"That's the child that Voldemort said ..." In the distant forest, a ragged old man looked at the ice-blue brilliance in the distance, and his old face was slightly surprised.
"Sure enough ..." Can't you fight against each other? "