Chapter 479 The Weird Greenwald

The magical salvo of the elves is spectacular.

At the same time as Maca shouted, hundreds of red streamers shot out from the tops of the towers of Hogwarts Castle, like a rain of fire in the air, covering the sky and covering the open space in the castle vestibule.

It's just that the first attack not only smashed most of the black dead disciples back to the ground, but even Voldemort, who had turned into a black flame, was forced to slow down his momentum of ascension.

Since the race of elves was called "house elves", they have become a group of bottom-level creatures in the magic world. They are humble, cowardly, and regard slavery for generations as their own pride, and their spines have never been straightened.

Because of this, even modern wizards have long forgotten the right and wrong of the past, and they have never looked down upon them. The present-day Dark Lord Voldemort is the most typical example.

But even though it is often overlooked by people, the magical talents of the elves are not common, but they exist objectively after all.

Taking advantage of the moment when Voldemort and a large number of black dead disciples were suddenly suppressed, the snow under Maca's feet was already shrouded in a faint blue light. A series of meandering lines and oddly shaped symbols appeared one after another, reflecting a large area like a blue ocean.

Obviously, he used the snow to cover up the rune array directly on the ground.

Not long after, as the light suddenly shined, a layer of crystal clear barrier covered the vestibule and the small half of the castle together. It looked like a miniature version of the protective barrier that the professors worked together to prop up earlier. .

It's just that this hemispherical barrier is a "cage" pulled up by the rune array. It is not designed to guard against enemies from outside, but to trap people inside.

After opening the barrier, Maca didn't chase the rising Voldemort, but instead looked towards the lakeside.

Dumbledore's ice coffin was also shrouded within the scope of this huge cage, but at this moment, there was a person standing in front of the ice coffin.

It was a skinny old wizard with white beard and hair, and he described vicissitudes of life. He wore a black overcoat that looked empty and incomparably spacious.

From Maca's side, he can only see his side face from a distance, but Maca can understand at a glance that it is the famous dark wizard Geller who was powerful decades ago and disturbed the entire European magic world. T Greenwald.

Several times of indirect contact with the previous Dark Lord left a deep impression on Maca, but he failed to have a real face-to-face with the other party once.

Today, the fugitive from Nurmengard finally showed up in person.

"Mr. Greenwald?"

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew up, skimmed the snow between the two, and floated leisurely not far behind Greenwald. Probably he was the one who dared to approach this "legendary" first-generation Dark Lord so boldly, right?

"McLean," Greenwald said without turning his head, "you know? Albus admires you very much. He thinks that you are a real wizard."

The old man's unreasonable words made Maca a little baffled.

Gellert Greenwald and Albus Dumbledore, two equally talented wizards, have a complicated past. Regarding the friendship between the two of them, Maca knew a little bit, but in fact, he didn't know that much in detail.

But now it seems that during the years when he was imprisoned in Nurmengard, Dumbledore did occasionally go to chat with him.

"Really?" For Greenwald's words, Maca seemed a little perfunctory, "Wizards are just a way to spend their lives. How you want to live depends on your own choice?"

But Greenwald ignored him, and instead said to himself: "...I didn't believe it at first, especially when I saw you for the first time, I thought you were just a lucky guy like Nadel. Just children.

Sora has the power to approach the 'real', but he only knows how to use it as a toy. "

The first time Greenwald said was not the time when Maca remembered the monastery, but the time when he saw Maca destroy the Nurmengard Tower in one fell swoop.

"...But," at this point, he paused for a moment, but shook his head slightly, "I realized only when I saw you for the second time that you were different from that Tom Riddle—you weren't A half-baked guy like him, but a real wizard genius."

"I never thought that someone would be able to follow my practice with the Deathly Hallows mark and track my specific location just by standing there."

When Maca heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

He was still showing off his acting skills at that time, but Greenwald would have noticed the traces of his tracking. No wonder he left Joshua's body at a critical moment.

It seems that the acting was wasted and a lot of energy wasted.

To be honest, Maca did not take advantage of Greenwald's several confrontations. More importantly, he hasn't even figured out the ultimate goal of the other party. This time Greenwald came so calmly, I am afraid it is difficult to deal with.

"So?" Maca looked at his back and said blankly, "What do you want to say?"

"Hmph, I know, you're curious about my actions." Greenwald chuckled softly in his old voice, "Don't worry, I can tell you plainly—I just want to say goodbye to Albus It's just a one-time meeting."

Every word he said seemed to be covered in a layer of fog, making it impossible to understand. But looking at him now, no matter what he was talking about, his eyes never left the ice coffin in front of him.

In other words, he never left the figure in the ice coffin.

This seemed to prove his words. When he said that he wanted to see Dumbledore, he just came to see Dumbledore, and he didn't have any other ideas.

However, how can Maca believe this?

See you soon! There is nothing wrong with escaping from prison, but when leaving Nurmengard, he still did not forget to challenge Maca. After that, he ran around all over Europe, messing up the entire American magic world with his old cronies, and made Maca follow in his footsteps to keep busy.

But now, he was only the first person to come to Hogwarts after Voldemort, and he didn't even bring any of his men.

All in all, Maca is pretty bland from start to finish.

However, Maca is not the only one who is currently wondering. Voldemort, who originally flew into the air, fell back to the ground again after finding that he could not break through the barrier.

Taking advantage of Maca ignoring him, he went around the castle alone. But although the magic barrier raised by Maca also covered a small half of the castle, he found that there was no one in the castle.

Obviously, Professor McGonagall has led everyone to another area.

Voldemort, who had nothing to gain, was standing on the other side of the ice coffin at this moment. Black flames were constantly swaying all over his body, but he was more puzzled than Maca's—what on earth did Greenwald come for?

"Gellert Greenwald! Didn't you say you were going to help me? Why didn't you do it?" Voldemort asked coldly, impatiently listening to the boring conversation between the two of them.

Under his words, Greenwald finally took action. He just raised his head and glanced at Voldemort through the transparent ice coffin, an indescribable smile flashed across his thin and old face.

The smile seemed to be mocking, but there was also a touch of pity—yes, pity! That's not the emotion that should be shown on the face of a scary dark wizard!

"Tom Riddle," Greenwald said, looking at him, "you don't understand—it's not your fault to be afraid of death, it's your fault that you're not smart enough. As a wizard, you're a failure ...just like I was back then."

"What are you talking about!" Voldemort said angrily, "I'm afraid of death? No! I have conquered death! No one can really kill me, understand!"

As soon as he said these words, the black flame all over his body expanded again. If you just look at it with the naked eye, you can only see a huge black flame burning fiercely, and you can't even distinguish the human form.

"Mr. Greenwald, why do you continue to provoke him?" Maca didn't even look at Hei Yan, but just stared at Greenwald's back and said, "Since you just said, today is just Come and meet Professor Dumbledore...have you seen enough now?"

When Greenwald heard the words, he also ignored Voldemort who was in a rage, and turned around directly.

"McLean, let me ask you—do you want to meet your teacher again?" He ignored Maca's question again this time, and his words became more and more inexplicable.

But it was such a strange sentence that both Maca and Voldemort changed their expressions.

Right now Dumbledore's body is sealed in that ice coffin, which can be seen by everyone. But hearing what Greenwald meant, it was not difficult to find that he didn't seem to come to see the corpse, but to see Dumbledore himself!

At this moment, Voldemort was on tenterhooks. One of the purposes of this public funeral was to continue to disturb Voldemort's sight, making him even more afraid that Dumbledore was actually pretending to be dead. Now that Greenwald said this, the black flames all over his body jumped suddenly, and his heart became more and more suspicious.

As for Maca, naturally there would be no doubts like Voldemort. The reason why he was startled was because there was a doubt in his heart that could not be ignored.

"Do you know where Professor Dumbledore is?" Maca asked the question bluntly without worrying about Voldemort present.

When Greenwald heard him ask, the wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed.

His expression was very strange, as if he was pleased and appreciative. Although his appearance was completely different from that of Dumbledore, he gave Maca the feeling as if he saw another Dumbledore, and his heart was suddenly stunned. .

"Do you want to see Albus again?" Greenwald repeated the question.