Chapter 300: Grindelwald

"I'll just go in alone." Malfoy placed his wand in front of Furong, blocking her path. She obviously wanted to follow Malfoy into the room.
　　
　　 "But..." Furong stopped talking, his eyes hesitated.
　　
"It was the most terrifying Dark Lord before Voldemort. Even if he didn’t have a wand in his hand, I don’t know what would happen in this room in a moment. You just look outside. Auror comes up, They can be blocked for a while." Malfoy reminded and blocked Furong's behavior.
　　
　　 In order to play a role, he even said a ruthless sentence: "I don't want to wait a while to protect you."
　　
　　Furong's face was white for a moment, and then nodded, she distinguished clearly.
　　
　　Tracing back to the source, they came here for a plan.
　　
　　 This is a very simple plan, except that Dumbledore put forward a plan for improvement. Originally, the old man should go by himself.
　　
　　He personally came to lobby.
　　
　　 At that time, Malfoy only reminded Dumbledore that to prevent Voldemort from learning the secrets of the twin wand and the old wand, Grindelwald was a key part of the latter.
　　
He knew a lot of secrets. The old wand was stolen from a famous wand maker, Gringovic. As for the saints under his command, it was also a powerful force that Voldemort needed to fight for. A force that cannot be ignored.
　　
　　 Malfoy's suggestion was just to protect this former Dark Lord and avoid Voldemort's conspiracy, while Dumbledore gave even more bizarre suggestions.
　　
　　 rescued Grindelwald from prison against Voldemort.
　　
　　 "Aren't you afraid that the two will unite?" Malfoy asked slightly suspiciously at the time.
　　
　　 "He is not Voldemort, I know him." Dumbledore shook his head at the time, but there was a concealment in his eyes.
　　
　　 The original plan was that Dumbledore personally persuaded his "old lover." But then the plan was disrupted, and the task was given to Malfoy.
　　
　　 The old man was still determined, and even without him, Grindelwald would still compromise.
　　
　　 "Araho hole is open." Malfoy's wand swayed against the mottled iron lock, and a flash of light flashed away.
　　
　　 "Gao." The iron lock hit the ground and broke off.
　　
　　 The power of the years is too strong. It is said that the prison for Grindelwald was set by Dumbledore, and the imprisonment spell was only a few decades later. An unlocking spell solved everything.
　　
　　 Maybe someone thought about it, but no one wants to strengthen the defense here.
　　
　　Who would be interested in asking for it?
　　
"No outsiders have been here for a long time. The jailer here is used to putting food at the door. Is that for revenge? The movement outside just now was made by you?" The old man's voice was hoarse, facing the outsiders. Say.
　　
　　He already noticed that someone was coming.
　　
　　 "Whose descendant is that?", Grindelwald sat on the tattered wooden bed, his thin and weak fingers scratching on the cold wall, muttering to himself, closing his eyes.
　　
　　 "I have the impression that I hate my enemies, they should all be dead, but it doesn't matter, let's do it, anyway, my sin is serious." Grindelwald gasped, and now it's quite difficult for him to breathe.
　　
"The right hand behind you is not as honest as you said." Malfoy didn't step forward, but stopped at the door and looked at the old man in front of him. The iron door behind him clicked, actually consciously. Closed.
　　
　　 "Ah, it's really old, and sneak attacks will also be found." Grindelwald's right hand relaxed, and it seemed that he had lost something stick-like, closing his eyes helplessly.
　　
　　If the person who comes here really thinks silly that the diabolical Dark Lord will take control, it will die miserably.
　　
　　 Don't underestimate anyone's survival ambitions.
　　
　　 "I'm not here for revenge, Mr. Grindelwald." Malfoy showed his intentions, he looked at everything in the house with the help of the dazzling electric lights flashing from time to time outside the window.
　　
　　 "Here is a letter from Dumbledore to you. He said that after you read it, you will understand."
　　
　　 Lightning was indefinite, light blue glaring electric light flickered outside the tower, the thunder thundered, the electric light illuminated the old man's corpse's face for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.
　　
　　 Upon hearing the name, Grindelwald's thin hands were suddenly clenched, but his body remained indifferent, as if he were dead.
　　
　　 There was a broken table in the corner of the table with one corner missing. Malfoy guessed that the table leg was pulled off by Grindelwald to temporarily serve as a magic wand for the enemy.
　　
　　At this time, the things on the table attracted Malfoy's attention, which was covered with parchment paper. Compared with the rest, this table looked very neat and orderly.
　　
　　 Malfoy saw that Grindelwald was unresponsive, and was ready to move over there to check the clues. .
　　
　　 "Stop." Grindelwald said coldly, opening his eyes.
　　
　　 "Why didn't he come by himself?" Grindelwald asked coldly, with a bitter chill flashing in his eyes. At this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to the era of surging sentient beings.
　　
　　 "If I really want to go, who can stop me? Can someone be used to save me? Newmontgarde is a prison that I personally built." Grindelwald was hideous and bloodshot instantly covered his eyes.
　　
　　 A terrifying momentum rose from his body.
　　
　　 In the twilight years, the lion that is about to die, is still a lion.
　　
　　 Only when he returns to the pinnacle of Lord Voldemort will he let the old and deceased die.
　　
　　 At that time, rebellion was meaningless, perhaps a slightly decent way of death ~EbookFREE.me~ But now, in front of him is just an ordinary student who is still underage, dignity does not allow easy blasphemy.
　　
　　 The parchment on the table suddenly stood up, turning into a sharp blade, shining coldly, and stabbing at Malfoy.
　　
"This is old, why is it so impulsive?" Malfoy waved his wand lightly, these blade-like sharp objects, suddenly and stiffly stuck in the air, returned to the original path, fluttered back to the original place, and quickly restored to one. Stacks of neat parchment.
　　
　　 is much more tidy than before.
　　
"The magic is well controlled. Are Albus students so powerful at this age?" Grindelwald looked up at this time, looking at the blue electric light that was continually jumping outside the window, interweaving into a net, letting it dazzle. 'S electric mandrel got into his faded blue eyes.
　　
　　 He may be lamenting the years.
　　
　　 "Only in name, he hasn't taught me any magic." Malfoy replied lightly.
　　
　　 "Albus, do you trust you?" he tentatively asked, with some unclear emotions in his eyes.
　　
　　 "Maybe." Malfoy shrugged and didn't notice anything else temporarily, such as the old man's eyes.
　　
　　 "I look down on you..." Grindelwald began to cough heavily.
　　
　　 "Yes, how can the person who can replace him be an ordinary person." Grindelwald murmured to himself. ) Download the free reader!!