In the cell, Grindelwald was basking in the sun leisurely. Only when he heard the name Dumbledore, his ears moved imperceptibly.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Wu Ming waved his hand without looking back, signaling Hermione to step back.
After Hermione retreated five or six steps, Wu Ming pointed his finger at the iron door and said: "Powerful blast!"
...boom...
The iron gate collapsed amid the roar, sending up clouds of dust and smoke.
Wu Ming and Hermione walked into the cell and stood in front of Grindelwald's bed, looking at the Dark Lord with his back turned to them.
"Dumbledore called you here?" Lying on the bed, Grindelwald turned his head slightly and spoke in a gentle tone.
Wu Ming looked at this generation of Dark Lord and found that Grindelwald seemed to be in good spirits, but his silver hair and thin face were silently telling the story of the ruthlessness of the years.
Grindelwald was defeated in 1945 and was subsequently imprisoned in prison.
It is already February 1992, and 57 years have passed, nearly a sixty year period. Even if wizards live longer than ordinary people, Grindelwald is about the same age as Dumbledore. I really don’t know how late he will be.
Years later, will we still be able to see the style of this former legend?
"We are relieved to see that you are in good spirits. To be honest with you, the professor is in trouble and wants you to go out and help him!" Wu Ming took out Dumbledore's letter and handed it to the other party as he spoke.
He motioned to Grindelwald to come and see for himself.
Grindelwald took the letter and didn't take it seriously at first, but his expression became more solemn as he went on, and his snow-white eyebrows were already tightly knitted.
After a while, Grindelwald folded the letter, put it into his pocket, and said, "Give me a wand. You continue to look for Nico Flamel. I will go to Hogwarts by myself."
"With just one letter, you don't have any doubts or doubts?" Wu Ming was a little surprised. He thought he was going to persuade the other party to agree, but he didn't expect that Grindelwald had no doubts at all.
Hearing Wu Ming's question, Grindelwald stood up, stretched, moved his body slowly, and asked: "What do you think I should doubt, doubt Dumbledore? No, I might doubt myself,
But never doubt Dumbledore, you don't understand our friendship!"
Good friends for a lifetime, the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald has withstood the test of time.
It was just a simple letter, and Grindelwald chose to believe it without hesitation, which made Wu Ming feel that he believed in love again.
"Give me the wand and you can leave." Grindelwald didn't know what Wu Ming was thinking at this time. He seemed to be in good spirits.
Wu Ming nodded slightly. Dumbledore had already prepared Grindelwald's wand, which was always on Hermione's body.
Hermione took two steps forward and placed the prepared wand in Grindelwald's hand.
Grindelwald stroked the wand's wand, as if reminiscing about something, and whispered: "Red pine wood, phoenix feathers, this is Dumbledore's wand when he was young. I remember it, and it remembers me."
“A new look!”
Grindelwald held his wand and swept across the room quickly, turning the whole room into a new one.
Obviously, this wand that belonged to Dumbledore in his early years had no restrictions in Grindelwald's hands, and it was happily controlled by Grindelwald.
"What happened? I heard an explosion!"
"Come on, come with me, let's go up and have a look."
Along with a commotion, the guards guarding the prison climbed to the top floor one after another.
The next second, many guards looked up towards the cell, and saw Grindelwald holding a wand, smiling at everyone.
Gu...
The sounds of swallowing were heard one after another. Under Grindelwald's smile, the guards lowered their heads and backed away, with no intention of rushing forward.
You know, these guards who guard Nurmengard Prison grew up listening to the stories of Grindelwald.
Now that I see this legendary Dark Lord holding a magic wand announcing his return, all those who don't want to die will turn a blind eye.
"I need to go out and do something. Thank you all for taking care of me over the years." Grindelwald referred to his detention as care, which indicates that the Dark Lord still has a great sense of humor.
The next moment, Grindelwald nodded to Wu and Ming, his whole body turned into a black smoke, and he rushed out of the window in an instant.
"I didn't expect it to be so easy. Let's go, it's time for us to leave!"
Seeing Grindelwald gone, Wu Ming stretched out his hand to Hermione, activated the Apparition and disappeared quickly.
Seeing the three people leaving one by one, the guards breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a look of joy in each other's eyes.
"Guys, Grindelwald has left, should we report it?"
"Reporting something will make us appear incompetent? Don't be kidding. If he wants to leave, just leave. Sixty years have passed, who cares about this."
"Yes, if we don't say anything, we will just pretend it never happened. Otherwise, this year's bonus will be lost."
Amid the quiet discussion, Nurmengard Prison returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
...whoosh...
Outside Nurmengard Prison, the space was slightly distorted, and Wu Ming and Hermione appeared here.
Among them, Wu Ming looked back at the prison behind him, took Hermione's slender finger, and said: "After Grindelwald, we are looking for Nico Flamel. Hold on to my hand, let's go to Devon, France.
Find the old man."
...whoosh...
The figure twisted again, and the two magicians, one big and one small, headed towards France.
France, a country of romanticism and the birthplace of alchemy.
According to legend, the first alchemist who can be verified was Nicolas Flamel in the early 13th century.
To this day, the French magic world is still pursuing the legend of Nico Flamel. The only regret is that there has never been another master like Nico Flamel.
France, Devon, Muggle world.
"The giant of socialism has fallen, and the power of capital is recovering. God bless France!"
"God bless France, long live the Gallic chicken!"
In the Muggle world, it was the eventful year of 1992, and it was also an ideal holy place for many urban travelers.
Wu Ming and Hermione were walking on the street, listening to the noisy crowds and slogans in their ears, with a hint of amusement in their eyes.
"Uncle, what would you do if we were not magicians, but ordinary people who traveled through time?" Feeling the atmosphere of this era, Hermione snuggled next to Wu Ming, hugging one of his arms tightly, intimately
His appearance made passers-by turn their heads.
Wu Ming looked at Hermione's happy face, shook his head and said with a smile: "What else can we do? If we were ordinary people, of course we would speculate in stocks and buy houses. Then we would invest in companies like Google or Alibaba.
, become a comfortable billionaire."
"So there's no pursuit..." Hermione pouted, despising Wu Ming's idea of being a rich man.
Wu Ming looked at Hermione strangely, rubbed the little girl's head, and asked, "Then tell me what we should do."
"Of course it's to build the greatest family in history and be the mastermind behind the world!"
Hermione blinked her eyes, shook Wu Ming's arm, and said coquettishly: "Uncle, if we weren't magicians, this wouldn't be the world of Harry Potter. Together, we two prophets who are familiar with history are simply...
An invincible combination. Perhaps countless years from now, our descendants will..."
"Stop it..."
Listening to Hermione talking further and further away, after a while, all the descendants came out.
Wu Ming couldn't help but stretched out his hand, tapped Hermione's small nose, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about in your little head all day long? First, we are magicians. Second, this is the world of Harry Potter. Third,
, you are only twelve years old this year, and I am already thirty-six, so I have no problem being your father! So, forget your unhealthy thoughts, you are still a minor!"
While Wu Ming was talking, he noticed a light touch on his arm. He turned back to look at Hermione, and found that the little girl was looking at him angrily, with an "I'm not happy" look on her face.