Chapter 372 The Shattered Nurmengard

( ) Forest east of Nuremberg, Germany.

After Professor Binns asked about the location of the wizard prison in Nurmengard, Maca set off as fast as possible. I just hurried all the way, and it was already night when I arrived at Zezabeshe Forest.

Nurmengard Wizard Prison was built under the orders of Greenwald himself since the time when the power of dark wizards spread all over Europe.

It was once full of wizards who opposed Greenwald's atrocities, and it was the most frightening and dark place in the entire European magic world.

Ironically, when Greenwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he himself was imprisoned alone in the highest level of the prison that was once full of blood and despair.

Now, how many people still remember that scary wizard?

The dazzling sun has given up its last ray of brilliance today on the western horizon, and the bright and clear moon hangs obliquely in the eastern sky like a silver plate.

With the cold moonlight on his shoulders and the magic book on his feet, Maca flew quickly over a large dense forest.

"... Nurmengard."

He saw, in the deepest part of the forest, near the mountains, two towering vertical walls adjoining each other. And at the junction of the broken wall with clear layers of soil, a cold and pitch-black pointed tower rose from the ground, standing in the center of the broken wall.

The tall tower has sharp edges and corners, and the stone walls are clearly scored, but the spell that may have been used to maintain the building's integrity has expired over the years, making it look a bit dilapidated.

Maca's flying speed remained unabated, he took out his staff and held it in his hand, staring straight at the high tower with his eyes, approaching it rapidly.

The cold night wind whistled in his ears, drowning out the roar of the beasts in the forest.

Finally, when approaching some dilapidated houses around the tower, Maca suddenly slowed down and landed on the open space among the ruins.

Greenwald once regarded Nurmengard as his base and expanded his sphere of influence outwards. So naturally, there must be a place for his subordinates to live and train here.

After landing on the ground, Maca relaxed his tired body from the long flight.

Although flying with the magic book depends on the application of the floating spell, but he stands on it to maintain his balance, but it depends entirely on his own physical strength.

this way of flying,

Although it can maximize his abilities derived from assassins, when it comes to flying for a long time, the broomstick is actually easier.

After a short rest, Maca walked on the old road among the ruins, taking in the wreckage of the houses on both sides little by little.

As far as the wreckage of these buildings can be distinguished, it is obviously true that Greenwald trained the wizard army here.

All the buildings here have a simple and tough style. At the end of the wide road, in the open space in front of the Nurmengard High Tower Prison, there are even damaged dolls for training spells.

The traces of militarization can be seen at a glance.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have confirmed a training plan like this!" Maca stepped into the empty training field, as if recalling something, she shook her head slightly.

Hadn't he tried something similar during his short school days at Durmstrang?

"Gellert Greenwald, still on this?"

Maca looked up towards the topmost floor of the tower, and the bright moonlight drifted down from the sky, illuminating the entire Nurmengard and the high stone walls around it.

"...he better still be around."

It really made Maca feel a little bad that Greenwald might run out to make trouble.

Compared with Voldemort, Greenwald is better at how to use means other than magic to gain benefits for himself. This former close friend and old enemy of Dumbledore is definitely not as easy to see through as Voldemort.

Defeated by his former best friend and imprisoned in this high tower for decades, what has become of that world-renowned careerist now?

"The ones who come will stop."

As soon as Maca came to the iron fence door in the middle of the high wall, a cold voice came from inside the door.

"English?" He asked slightly puzzled, "...Is it the guard left by Dumbledore?"

Professor Binns once mentioned that there are sporadic records about Nurmengard indicating that there seem to be unknown guards left here. It's just that whether this is true or not, Professor Binns, who has always been rigorous and rigid in history, is in denial.

"boom!"

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Following heavy muffled noises, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, which seemed to be the sound of footsteps.

"... Nurmengard...detains serious offenders...refused to visit the prison."

The cold voice that did not contain a trace of emotion sounded again, and the next moment, a huge figure that was not much shorter than the high wall in front of Maca entered Maca's field of vision from the side of the iron gate.

"giant?"

That's right, the one standing in front of Maca through the iron gate at this moment is a giant who has few left in modern times.

This giant was taller and stronger than the ones Maca had seen in the giant tribe. Judging by his surprisingly tall and straight height, he might have been nearly 30 feet.

What is even more surprising is that this giant is wearing a complete skirt armor, and even holds a long-handled mace upside down in his hand.

In the Middle Ages, Muggle warriors used maces to deal with armored enemies, but in the hands of giants, it was a complete siege weapon.

"Where did this giant warrior come from?" Maca raised his neck, looking at this huge monster five times his height, and muttered inwardly.

After the elder and younger stared at each other for a while, Maca tried to shout out.

"Dumbledore sent me!"

The big man squatted down a little, looked at Maca carefully, then shook his head expressionlessly.

"Numergarde, I refuse to visit the prison."

Probably because this guy only knew these few words, or because he stayed here for too long, Maca immediately found that communicating with him was futile.

Stop talking nonsense to him, Maca threw out the magic book and flew up again.

The giant, whose mind was almost full of fighting instincts, immediately picked up the mace, and when Maca flew over the iron gate at high speed, he reacted very quickly and swung it at him.

This hammer fully demonstrated the giant's powerful physical strength. Where the mace passed, even the air flow was violently dragged up, and the power of piercing the air caused a roar like a burst.

Although Maca relied on his superb and familiar flying skills to avoid the mace's swing, he was pulled by the fierce airflow, forcibly changing his flight path.

Fortunately, what giants are least good at dealing with is little flying bugs like him. This was the case in the ancient war period, and it is still the case in modern times.

After slightly correcting the flight direction, Maca instantly picked up his speed again, and flew towards the top of the tower under the giant's furious sight.

"call--"

After avoiding himself, the huge clod of soil whizzed at him, and in the next second, the clod of soil smashed heavily on the high tower, and suddenly shattered into a piece of stone debris.

Soon, the dust was blown away by the strong wind in the air, and what was exposed was the intact outer wall of the tower.

Maca glanced back at the giant and saw that it was holding up another clod of soil, so he released a magic spell and shattered it in an instant.

"By the way, how do giants train? Maybe we can look for Dumbledore's notes in the future..." Maca was thinking as he flew to the window at the top of the tower.

There are not many windows in Nurmengard... No, to be precise, there are only two holes in this tower. One is naturally the entrance to the main entrance on the bottom floor of the tower, and the second one is the window opening on the top floor.

This window hole is quite narrow, about three fingers wide, and it's pitch black when you look inside, and you can't see anything.

But on the stone wall of the tower itself, Maca felt a wave of subtle magic power, rejecting all outsiders.

"It looks dilapidated on the surface, but is it actually full of defenses?"

Maca stretched out his hand to touch the cold gray-black outer wall, and immediately felt a tingling sensation like a needle prick in his palm. He didn't withdraw his palm because of the sudden pain, he frowned and examined carefully while enduring the pain.

"It seems that there is no counter-attack defensive magic like the tower in Rowena..." Maca thought for a while, then stretched out his staff and pointed it at the outer wall.

"Crack—Boom!"

He unceremoniously triggered the power of rules, and the wall was immediately covered with a layer of frost. After a crackling sound from the inside out, the magic that fixed it and the entire outer wall collapsed completely.

Smoothly throwing the frozen and cracked stones down the tower, Maca dodged into the room on the top floor of the Nurmengard Tower.

It can be seen that this is also a prison.

Although there are beds, desks, wardrobes, etc. in this room, all the necessary daily necessities are available. But on the other side near the stairs, there is a whole black metal fence door.

However, at this moment, the fence gate is half open!

"Have you really escaped?"

Maca stared at the gate and stood quietly by the desk. And behind him, the cold moonlight was not obstructed by the wall, and silently shot in directly, dragging a long shadow in front of him.

"Ok?"

Maca turned his head sideways and caught a glimpse of a piece of parchment on the desk. He picked it up and glanced roughly, and then a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"What is this?" He said coldly, "... a threat?"

Before he finished speaking, Maca stepped on the magic book and spun out from the opening behind him. The parchment in his hand was thrown down suddenly, and then he raised his staff, and a blue-white beam of light shot out.

In a burst of violent roar, the parchment, along with the notorious Nurmengard tower in the past, turned into cold fragments.

"That's the child Voldemort said..." In the distant forest, an old man in ragged clothes looked at the ice-blue brilliance in the distance, with a hint of surprise on his old face.

"It really is...'I can't fight head-on'?"