Chapter 1170 ? It Doesn't Make Much Sense Anymore

Nurmengard Wizard Prison is different from the sanctity and warmth caused by the sunshine left over from the floating city after teleportation. This cold and dark prison, which has been away from people for a long time, is cold and gloomy.

The top floor of the prison was originally built by Gellert Grindelwald to hold opponents when he was in power. In the middle cell of the prison, there is a warmth that does not match the prison, and bright candles dance happily on the wall.

Dumbledore, dressed in rich dark green robes embroidered with stars and moons, sat leaning forward in what had become a large and comfortable sofa, with his elbows on his knees and his wand swaying. Putting it by his side, he was looking at the live broadcast of Magic TV in front of him—although Harris TV has been banned here, just like the situation of those pure-blood families that the German Ministry of Magic can’t control, this is currently somewhat ironic The prison where his builder was held was apparently an outlaw place.

"Haha, this bad boy... That boy Hess's plan has completely failed." Grindelwald looked at the faces of the wizards on the ground on the TV with a mocking smile, "Teleported directly to the destination at the border... this time They didn't break the rules, but the guards who gathered all the forces in Germany ran away in front of everyone..."

"Harris made Hogwarts powerful and great..." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "but I hope it doesn't take away the sympathy and conscience of wizards... Have you noticed the attitude of those French wizards? , The atmosphere in the British wizarding world is very bad recently, and some arrogant and radical emotions are sprouting among the people."

"That's not as arrogant as you, Albus, this is not something you should care about..." Gellert Grindelwald sat upright beside him, and his slightly fat body still carried an aura of abstinence, "But having said that, Ravenclaw may be a real goddess, but she seems a bit sloppy? She didn't wash her hands before the show... This detail can greatly reduce the sacred feeling they deliberately created... Those wizards look like they have been cast collectively Imperius Curse..."

"Gellert, the focus of your attention is hilarious... If I read correctly, the stain should be the pudding made by the elves in the Hogwarts kitchen..." Dumbledore wrinkled his crooked nose and narrowed his eyes , replied in a somewhat weird tone, "It's not the Imperius Curse, it's the effect of the full power of the Nether energy core. It happened once when the floating city was floating before. I heard that Muggles can feel the magic power because of it."

"You don't sound like you're too worried about this?" Grindelwald looked at his companion in surprise, "That doesn't sound like what you said."

"Alan still has the bottom line. As you said, they have already brazenly stopped washing their hands at this moment of showing off, and he has no need to continue lying to me." Dumbledore explained, and then he sighed , "Death matter, the Order of the Phoenix's investigation results are basically all kinds of random information like Arabian Nights, and Ms. Ravenclaw... you know that among the several animals in Hogwarts, only her representative and others Three kinds of differences stand tall... In a sense, they are much more dangerous than Slytherin. At least you can know the purpose and reason of Tom and his men and the actions of the pure bloods.

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"At least, they are still willing to let you know something... They haven't killed you directly." The jumping light jumped on Grindelwald's slightly fatter cheeks, "I think you should focus on In the affairs of mortals, the struggle of the gods is left to themselves."

"Gellert, they actually don't care, I know..." Dumbledore ticked his little finger and pulled his wand closer to himself, "I shouldn't care about how powerful they have, but I have to Care how they use their power..."

"Speaking of which, the goddess with this ability actually gave birth to a college ghost with my grandson... Alan Harris is just like the male protagonist in those third-rate novels..." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, With a smirk at the corner of his mouth, he handed over a bucket of popcorn, "They have such great power, and they just give you diarrhea...I'm sorry I don't have macaroons here."

"Gellert! I told you, don't use your eyes to investigate these things!" The old man Dumbledore took the popcorn bucket and put it aside casually, but with this movement, he also let him hang down. His eyes were caressing the wand in his sleeve, his silver eyebrows were tightly locked, forming a shallow vertical line in the middle.

"I think the Albus I know has always been very brave, but you don't look very good today, the anxiety is written on your face... but you don't seem to be because of that Harris thing you keep talking about in front of me every day ?” Seeing Dumbledore’s previous actions, Grindelwald moved his upper body closer to Dumbledore, “What’s hiding under your sleeve?”

Dumbledore did not reply immediately, which also caused a moment of silence in the prison.

The white wizard just looked at the former Dark Lord intently, until after a while, he pulled out the special Allen wand and held it out to Grindelwald, "The boy I talked about every day seems to care more about you, he asked me to pass it on to you. Here's a present for you..."

"He tried to give me the wand before...but what do you mean? Albus..." Glancing at the brand new wand indifferently, Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, dodging Dumbledore's Hand, did not accept it, also sounded with a characteristic elegant tone full of some sense of distance at this time, "You took my wand away, but now you return it without giving me an explanation...I need a reason and explain?"

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, and against the backdrop of the flames jumping on the wall, the white wizard's face turned pale.

"Sorry...Gellert." It took a long time after he squeezed out the words and there was no movement before Dumbledore continued, "You know Tom is looking for the Deathly Hallows and Gregorovich, he Now he has settled in the floating city..." He paused, "Alan warned me that his spy in the Death Eaters told him... Well, I also confirmed the news with my people in the Death Eaters , Tom knows from Gregorovich that the Elder Wand is in your hands, you know how much he longs for longevity and strength... especially in this situation, he will find it, I can't let you use nothing Wand to face Tom."

"So that's why you want to stay with me for a few days?" Grindelwald's eyes with strange gray and white pupils seemed to be flickering with fire, "And you think, if you just give me a wand, I might not be able to escape? "

"After being humiliated in a row, I can imagine what the boy Tom will do with my crooked nose. Although it will make him even more crazy, I have to say, I am afraid that the two of us will join forces, and it may not be the same. His opponent is..." Dumbledore said in an almost certain tone.

"It's true that I haven't touched a wand for a long time...Maybe it's weaker than when I was young..." Grindelwald's right eye with a strange gray-white pupil suddenly returned to normal, and it blinked slightly, "That one compared to Caring about you, obviously caring more about my boy, not giving us additional contact tools, and not providing other help... which means that Albus, you are too pessimistic."

"I just don't think Tom will give up the chance of Germany taking the Auror away." Dumbledore said after a moment of hesitation, "And the premise is that you have to take this wand."

"This bad boy, it seems to be emphasizing the danger of that mixed-race boy to you..." Grindelwald's slender fingers brushed the trimmed beard above his lips, "I want to give you a little warning, so that you don't pay attention to him He is in love with his goddess... yes, he wants to warn you that without him, the world would be a world of mixed-blood boys."

Noticing that Grindelwald still didn't intend to take over the wand, Dumbledore's blue eyes glanced at the other's shallow brows: "Gellert, the real times have changed, and I have begun to pay attention to Muggles...Alan's warning It's not just rhetoric, the "Secrecy Act" will become invalid sooner or later... Wizards should not rule and oppress Muggles, I realized this mistake very early on, and you obviously don't have such thoughts now..." Deng Bullido's tone became a little sad, "Our previous struggle... the previous confrontation, is essentially meaningless..."

Grindelwald's brows raised slightly, and he raised his chin to open his mouth to be sarcastic, but a sudden program on TV interrupted their conversation and attracted their attention.