Chapter 366 Grindelwald: Our Relationship Has Faded!

In the mirror world of the Dark Night Mirror, the power of silence fills the space, ensuring that no accidents occur as much as possible.

The originally empty space had been divided into pieces. Harley manipulated the activated night to create a large number of compartments in the mirror world.

Her body is currently in a certain compartment.

The cubicle was empty except for a table in the center of the room.

And Harley was sitting at the table, holding the silver plaque she got in the morning.

As for the "Harley" lying outside reading a book now, the essence of that body is just a magic mirror with a small amount of consciousness.

As the research deepened, Harley spent a lot of energy to explore the essence of this silver brand——

It is a ticket, a ticket to enter Source Castle.

The person holding this silver plate will enter Source Castle when certain specific conditions are triggered.

And this kind of admission ticket is not the only one. With Harley's occult knowledge, it is not difficult to see that this kind of admission ticket is a one-time item that can be manufactured in batches.

And there is probably a connection between these tickets.

Even in the Dark Mirror, the silver plate in Harley's hand was still trying hard to exchange some kind of occult signal with the outside world.

It's just that it is just a magical item produced in batches after all, and its sequence is not high. It's just the aura of the Origin Castle that makes it extraordinary.

As for the triggering conditions for the admission ticket and what will happen after it is triggered, under the current conditions, Harley does not have the ability and dare not test them one by one.

"As expected of the dignified old man, the pillar, the legendary Lord of Mysteries,"

After doing a brief research, Harry weighed the brand in his hand with a look of amazement on his face.

"Is this a back-up he left for his resurrection? He left a ticket to Sefirah Castle in this random way."

"Speaking of which, if an ordinary person drinks a large amount of potions from the same route and different sequences in a short period of time, they will almost 100% lose control."

"If Tianzun chooses to resuscitate at this time... he can resurrect directly..."

Harley quickly made several judgments based on her existing knowledge.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Tianzun was worthy of being at the top of thieves, and he was truly terrifying.

Tianzun seemed to be too careless at first. Because of his impatience, he directly came into contact with the River of Eternal Darkness and the City of Disaster, causing himself to be killed easily at first.

But the silver plaque that was left behind to provide ordinary people in Source Castle as the carrier of the Heavenly Lord's resurrection, the consciousness that briefly appeared in the City of Disaster, and other unknown back-up plans...

All we can say is that the old days are indeed the old days. Even if they have fallen, they are still enough to make people wary.

I don’t know if Amon, the King of Angels, is so insidious and cunning because he also followed the path of a thief and was influenced by Tianzun.

After studying the sign, Harley carefully controlled the magic, allowing her body to exchange places with the outside magic mirror.

After looking at the clock on the wall, Harley wrapped herself in a quilt and quickly fell asleep.

It's getting late, I have something to do tomorrow.

Speaking of which, Nico really knows how to enjoy it.

Although it is summer, the air conditioning in the manor has reached sixteen degrees.

And he also asked the house elf to prepare a brand new quilt. This kind of life with the air conditioner on and wrapped in a quilt... is so luxurious!

Hallie felt that she should enjoy herself... and understand exactly how extravagant it was, so that she could criticize this kind of evil waste and luxury in the future.

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At noon the next day, after leaving Nico's house, Harry and Professor Dumbledore appeared in a high mountain.

There are steep mountains everywhere, covered with dense jungle.

However, the ages of these trees are very consistent, and they have basically taken root here for about fifty years.

"There must have been a lot of magic here." After arriving here, Harley quickly felt a different atmosphere in the air.

She squatted down, gently grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground, and carefully searched for traces of magic inside.

"Very keen sense of smell, Harry." Professor Dumbledore nodded, "Your magical attainments have improved again."

"After all, this was the most important stronghold of Grindelwald and his followers."

"For such an important place, he naturally has to perform layers of magic with his own hands."

"Every mountain range here is engraved with a large number of alchemy and magic runes, which can monitor intruders at all times and record their actions."

"Even now, these magics have been stopped, but the aftertaste left by the magic may not be dissipated for hundreds of years."

The two walked forward while chatting, and finally stopped in front of a castle.

"We're here, this is our destination."

Professor Dumbledore looked at the castle and spoke out the place name in a calm voice,

"This is probably the wizarding prison with the largest proportion and the smallest number of prisoners in the world."

“What was once his stronghold, where he imprisoned his opponents, is now imprisoning himself.”

Standing in front of them was a huge castle—Nurmengard.

There are many ivy and other green plants climbing outside the walls of the castle. It has obviously not been cleaned for a long time.

Through the vines of the plant, Harry could clearly see that moss had grown on the bricks.

And there is a sentence carved on the wall of the castle entrance, a sentence carved in German.

"For the greater good."

Professor Dumbledore read it carefully, his tone full of complex emotions and full of emotion.

"Come on, let's go meet my dear old friend."

"Gellert Grindelwald."

With that said, Professor Dumbledore knocked lightly on the castle door.

There was only a "squeak" sound, and the door opened without any magical fluctuations.

"This prison is undefended?" Harley was keenly aware of this.

"Of course, there is no magic arranged here."

Professor Dumbledore slowly moved forward along the corridor, his steps deliberately slow and his voice very soft, as if he was mourning something.

"Why do you need to arrange magic? What ordinary magic can stop Gellert?"

"So the International Federation of Wizards simply approved my proposal and no more magic will be deployed here."

"They didn't even arrange for guards. They only prepared a few house elves to come regularly to serve Gellert."

"Of course, this prison still has guards. There are two voluntary guards in total."

"One is me, responsible for guarding the outside of the prison; the other is Gellert, responsible for guarding the inside of the prison."

"I helped him solve all kinds of harsh problems outside the prison, and he promised me that he would stay in this prison honestly."

Harry glanced at Professor Dumbledore suspiciously, with distrust in his eyes.

She swore by her keen intuition derived from the witch that she always felt something was wrong here.

Is there any ulterior relationship between Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

For some reason, Harry vaguely saw the figure of a high-ranking member of the Witch Sect in the two of them.

Harry remembered that the top strongman in the witch sect, the Black Saint of Angels on Earth, liked to play prison imprisonment with his girlfriend, and he was very good at it.

Tsk.

Speaking of which, there is definitely a problem between Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Harry shook his head, restrained his divergent thoughts, and continued to listen to Professor Dumbledore's introduction:

"…and he did abide by the agreement between us."

"Gellert's loyal subordinate, or rather his good friend and determined follower, Vader Rozier."

"The excellent witch came here with a group of still loyal members of the Witch Cult Party, hoping to rescue Gellert."

"But their work was in vain. After all, there are no guards here, only Gellert who abides by the agreement and refuses to leave."

The two kept walking forward, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

There are many rooms along the way, some of which have their doors closed, while others have a gap.

The rooms were filled with dust and had obviously not been used for a long time.

Familiar or unfamiliar names are written on the door. Some names have appeared in history textbooks, while others have long disappeared in time.

There are also a large number of carvings on the wall, carving a portrait with a signature next to it.

They died in battle, and it was not recorded by the Ministry of Magic to which they belonged, but by their enemy, Grindelwald, the recognized Dark Lord in Europe at the time.

Maybe in Grindelwald's heart, although they died, they were still fighting for wizards, so they were worth commemorating.

Harley felt as if she had walked through that ancient history as she moved forward.

"This is where Gellert imprisoned his opponents." Professor Dumbledore introduced casually.

"On this point alone, it can be seen that he is different from other dark wizards."

"Ignoring other people, if it were Tom, I'm afraid those opponents would have been dealt with by the Death Curse."

Finally, the two of them reached the top of the castle and stopped at the only door in the tallest tower.

Professor Dumbledore knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in." An old voice sounded, and the door slowly opened.

The room behind the door was small and simple, with just a shabby wooden bed covered with soft cushions and a thin cashmere quilt.

There was magic at work in the room, filling the air with chill and dispelling the intense summer heat.

There is a table placed beside the bed, with traces of time still remaining on the table legs.

The old man with white beard and hair was sitting cross-legged in front of the table, slowly tasting the food in front of him.

It was obvious that his lunch was very sumptuous, including a large piece of steak, a plate of fresh broccoli, a small dish of mushroom sauce and two pieces of garlic bread.

Harry also exaggeratedly discovered a small bottle of high-end Muggle wine on the table.

She couldn't help but let out a silent sigh, was she in jail or on vacation?

"Long time no see, Gellert." Professor Dumbledore said gently.

"Long time no see indeed, Albus."

Grindelwald slowly swallowed the small piece of beef in his mouth, then put down the knife and fork in his hand and stood up.

Harley couldn't help but look the old man up and down.

This old man was wearing a green robe, tall and thin, with white beard and hair.

Judging from his hair and appearance alone, he was at least over a hundred years old.

But judging from his mental state, he seems to be in his prime, even in better mental condition than many employees of the Ministry of Magic.

Grindelwald walked towards Dumbledore, and the two hugged each other for a long time.

Seeing the two hugging each other so closely, and considering that Grindelwald didn't seem to be French and didn't have the habit of hugging each other for such a long time, Harry was immediately sure of something.

Good guys, are you really just like the Black Saint, playing tricks here?

"Please take a seat, the floor has been cleaned." Grindelwald sat back at the table, "Would you like some drinks?"

"Harry?" Professor Dumbledore looked at Harley.

"A cup of black tea will do, Professor." Harley said softly.

"A cup of black tea and a cup of honey water." Grindelwald understood and snapped his fingers.

Two cups of steaming drinks fell out of thin air. Harry picked up the cup of black tea, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted to the honey water.

If she read it correctly...that cup of honey water was probably a large cup of honey with a few drops of water added?

"Speaking of which, you haven't visited me for a long time."

Grindelwald quickly finished his lunch, then wiped his mouth and complained,

"It's faded, our relationship has faded!"

"Gellert, I must remind you that I was here just last Christmas."

Professor Dumbledore's voice was calm and without any emotion.

"And don't forget, you are still a prisoner, so you are not qualified to ask for so much."

"Speaking of which, you're still eating so well. And you're in such good spirits... You really don't look like you're in jail."

"I didn't ask those house elves to cook me such good food." Grindelwald spread his hands.

"But this was the initiative of the guys in Sweden. They seemed to think that if I wasn't allowed to eat well, it would cause me to leave here and cause trouble."

"And the Ministry of Magic in other countries is also afraid that I will make trouble again because of my poor treatment, so they insist on providing me with this level of food for three meals a day, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"Even if I hadn't argued hard, they would have wanted to replace the bed and table that I've had for so long and redecorate the room."

"As for mental state..."

Grindelwald smiled,

"If you didn't have to work every day, and spent your free time every day reading or walking, and had three meals a day prepared for you, your mental state would be so good."

"What you said makes sense," Professor Dumbledore sighed, "I'm a little envious of your life."

"I don't have such a leisurely life at Hogwarts. I have to correct a lot of documents every day, which is really a headache."

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(Thanks to the boss of "Hexuan Zhuyun" for the reward!) (End of this chapter)