Chapter 480 A Different Surprise

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If a person is imprisoned in prison for more than fifty years, what can he do for such a long stretch of time?

For others, Greenwald may not be clear; but for himself, he has thought about everything he should think about and what he should not think about, and he has also thought about what he is willing to think about and what he is unwilling to think about. Time is like a clock on a stalactite. Drops of water fall endlessly bit by bit, seeming to be slowly but actually passing away gradually.

He was a wizard, and the Dark Wizard was a wizard as well. What he can use to pass the time, apart from the wisps of memories of the past, is the vast knowledge of magic.

His magic power was tightly imprisoned by Dumbledore's magic, even if he was given a wand, he couldn't stimulate even a certain amount of light. But at his level, just studying theoretical knowledge is enough for him to spend his life.

On the top floor of the dark and gloomy Nurmengard tower, he thought, thought, and thought again... Taking stock of every spell he knew, dismantling and crushing it for analysis, induction and interpretation, looking for a The so-called truth.

From the huge number of spells, he found some similarities in the spells and spells, and also summed up the meanings represented by certain syllables, supplemented by the trajectory of the stick, trying to find the hidden laws.

How about saying that Gellert Greenwald is a genius wizard second only to Dumbledore? He spent a lot of boring research in Nurmengard, and with the accumulation of minutes and seconds, he even touched the traces of the rules one step ahead of Dumbledore, who was busy with mundane affairs.

However, his pursuit of the essence of magic has stalled forever in the step of trying to confirm the existence of rules.

He doesn't have the coincidence of Maca, and he can't perceive the actual existence of magic power with his own spirit alone. In other words, before touching the rule rune step, he was missing one of the most critical steps.

Grinwald, who failed to really discover the rule rune, finally turned to the path taken by Dumbledore after searching for nothing. That is to say, he cast aside previous efforts and jumped from the study of physical laws to the study of spiritual forces.

I still remember that there is a room under the British Ministry of Magic that has existed since ancient times. Before the Ministry of Magic was established and it was still known as the "Wizard Council", the ruins had always existed there.

Today, it is one of the rooms in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, and the only one with a powerful locking spell.

In it, hovers a mysterious and powerful force.

For that power, Dumbledore called it "love". But Greenwald doesn't think so, he thinks it should be called "desire".

Facts have proved that even if it is the same goal and the same direction, different people will take completely different paths.

But I have to admit that Dumbledore went faster and farther than him.

"...I want to see where the meaning of life and death is; I also want to see if what maintains them is 'love'."

This is what Dumbledore said when he went to Nurmengard for the last time before his death.

Before leaving Nurmengard Tower, Grinwald hadn't understood. But when he left there and learned of Dumbledore's death, he finally found a direction.

To be precise, it was Dumbledore's death that lit the way forward for him.

Maca naturally doesn't know about this magical exploration process that lasted more than fifty years. But when Greenwald repeatedly asked him "Do you want to meet Dumbledore again", he somewhat guessed.

Since Dumbledore was able to go to the place that was only half a step away from death, his old friend Gellert Greenwald, who was almost as gifted in magic, might be able to do the same.

"...Why, Mr. Greenwald wants to take me with you?"

Facing Greenwald's inquiry,

Maca did not show the slightest interest. Not to mention that he had been there once under Dumbledore's guidance, even if he hadn't been there, he didn't want to go at all.

That place is not where he should go, at least not now. He and Dumbledore did not take the same path, as Dumbledore had already said. Moreover, he himself has a few catties and a few taels, and he knows it very well in his heart.

"Don't you want to?" Greenwald smiled gently, like an ordinary kind old man, "Oh, maybe you don't necessarily know...Albus didn't really 'die', quite the contrary , he is walking at the forefront that modern wizards have never set foot on!"

Having said that, he paused for a while, with a longing look on his face.

"McLean, you are a young wizard with enough wisdom. I have never seen anyone who can reach your step at this age... Don't you want to follow me and Albus to spy on Do you want to know the true meaning of magic?"

The more he talked, the more restless Voldemort became from behind the ice coffin. Are you kidding me, Dumbledore isn't dead? And it's not just as simple as not dying, according to Grinwald, Dumbledore is even stronger.

So what is Voldemort doing here today? Come to die?

Voldemort with reason...or Tom Riddle with reason is a smart man who knows how to seek good fortune and avoid evil. When he was only in his teens, he understood this truth.

That's why he suppressed the desire in his heart and behaved like a really good student in order to gain the trust of professors and classmates.

That's why his mind is full of running away now.

It's a pity that he can't escape!

Since Greenwald appeared just now, he has tried to break the barrier opened by Maca. But that was a cage constructed by Maca's carefully prepared rune array.

Although being unable to move is a huge flaw, once it is opened, how can it be easily broken?

Right now Voldemort could only stand there, even though he was full of annoyance and guard, he could only stand there after all, and chose the only option of "wait and see what happens" for the time being.

To be honest, neither Maca nor Voldemort could figure out what Greenwald was going to do. Even if he said he was going to see Dumbledore, how should he go?

Could it be that he was going to crash his head on the ice coffin?

Maca shook his head secretly in his heart, and put aside this ridiculous thought that flashed by.

"I just know that I can't go there yet, and I can't go now." He looked directly at Greenwald, and said slowly, "Maybe I will go in the future, but I have to go by my own strength. Otherwise, even if I go, I don’t think it makes much sense.”

"My child, you still don't understand." Greenwald sighed, "That's right, even if you have a rare magical talent in the world, the life you have experienced is still too short..."

Maca can feel Greenwald's kindness, although it is strange to say so, but it is indeed a kind of kindness.

In fact, it can be seen from Greenwald's life experience that the Dark Lord of the previous generation is not like Voldemort, he is not the kind of person who only values ​​himself.

When he met those with dull talents, he dismissed them as much as Voldemort, and he was not even interested in using them as tools; but when he met capable and talented wizards, he would be like Deng Bullido loves them as much.

Old Lenny, the dark wizard before, was one of the talents he favored back then.

From Greenwald's point of view, a young wizard like Maca can't be described as one in a million to explain his extraordinary talent, so it's no wonder that he has a heart of love for talent.

"...Before, it was Albus who pointed out the way forward for me. Then, let me open up a correct path for you!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and waved his wand, and a blurry shadow gradually became clear in front of him. Although Maca didn't feel the slightest bit of hostility, when he took a closer look, his expression changed drastically.

This Greenwald, when did he get such a thing?

...

Just before the moment when Maca was shocked, Harry and Ron were full of mourning. They have wandered around the cabin several times, but they still found nothing.

"...Harry, take a break too! It's my turn." Ron got up from the floor and said weakly.

Although they haven't given up yet, it's almost time to reach the limit. Tiredness, thirst and hunger came to them like a tidal wave, which really made them a little overwhelmed.

But they don't know where the perseverance came from. From the time when they really started to feel hungry and thirsty, they tacitly never mentioned this matter.

They all know that once they start complaining, they will soon be unable to hold on.

However, even if they try not to think about it as much as possible, the dryness between their lips and teeth and the fire in their stomachs are constantly stimulating their nerves, reminding them that they haven't drunk a drop of water for more than ten hours. I have eaten a bite of rice.

"Harry..." After a while, Ron, who was dawdling against the wall, finally couldn't stand it any longer, "I'm really... so thirsty... I really want to drink some water and eat something... what!"

As he was talking, he suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise. Although he was so weak that he could even speak slowly, this low cry was exceptionally clear.

"What's wrong? What did you find... ah!"

Harry looked up, and was about to ask Ron if he had found a clue to leave. But when he looked up, he exclaimed like Ron.

Not for anything else, it is precisely because they all saw the "clue to leave here", but this clue is not ordinary.

In fact, on the wooden wall as far as they could see, a huge picture frame was silently emerging. The picture frame seemed to protrude slowly from the wall, gradually becoming clear in their field of vision.