Grindelwald did not answer directly. He bent down with difficulty, dug under a large wooden barrel, and took out a wooden box. Inside was a row of small bottles and a pack of golden hair, which looked like a human being.
s hair.
He took out a bottle, unscrewed the cap and drank it in one gulp, then convulsed as if he were having an epileptic fit.
In this regard, Su Ming just folded his arms and watched indifferently. Now Grindelwald is absolutely reluctant to die. Now is the time when he wants to live the most. These medicines...
"A powerful polyjuice potion." Grindelwald, who had completed his transformation, straightened up. At this time, he had returned to his middle-aged appearance, with short blond hair and an evil smile: "Actually, many people don't know this.
Another way to use the magic potion is to save your hair when you are young, and then you can return to your youthful self when you are old."
"...I finally understand that when you were in your twenties, you had long hair that fell over your shoulders, but when you were forty, it became hairy. Did you actually save all your hair?"
Su Ming complained, how boring must it be to develop such a use for compound soup medicine? Although he also has big plans that span decades, he doesn't use them for things like planning!
Grindelwald smiled and touched the top of his head with great satisfaction: "If I want to be published in the newspaper, I think I have to dress up. The Dark Lord can't be a bald old man, right? Besides, those old immortals are more familiar with my past face.
"
"Very well, I assume you're going to take a shower, change clothes, and find a spare wand?"
Su Ming has no objection to this. Grindelwald is indeed very smart. If he wants to inspire fear in others, then his most representative appearance from that time will naturally be deeply remembered by some people.
Grindelwald turned over the box in his hand, took out a wand, touched it a few times, and slowly exhaled:
"I have indeed been prepared. In fact, for so many years, I have been imagining that one day Albus will come and blow open my cell door, reach out to me, take me to escape from here, and leave everything behind... But
I'm afraid what you said is right, I have to fight for it myself."
"Dumbledore wouldn't do this. Think about his character." Su Ming leaned on the wine barrel on the side, which was already empty, and made a thud: "How wild he was when he was young, now
That’s how conservative it is.”
Grindelwald looked around for the mirror. He found that he had forgotten to prepare a mirror in the box, so he could only touch his face with his hand to confirm:
"It's just like you said, but I can still go crazy again, but I have to remind you that although my appearance has returned to before, my fighting ability is definitely not as good as when I was young. We are all old."
"I will make up for the lack of combat power. This is not a problem, but you should sign this magic contract first so that we don't have to be wary of each other." Su Ming watched the young Dark Lord sign his name in a floral pattern.
, then turned around and walked up with satisfaction: "If you want to take a bath and change clothes, you'd better hurry up. I think there should be a hidden bathroom in the castle, right?"
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Grindelwald has always been at the forefront of fashion. Compared with Voldemort, he dressed very stylishly in the 1920s.
With his slim-fitting coat, shiny leather boots, handsome face, and that special charm that is both good and evil, he looks like a member of the upper class.
Where is Voldemort? He has been wearing tattered black cloth since 1940, and he has been wearing it for more than fifty years...
The wizard dressed up quite quickly, and after a while, Grindelwald came down from upstairs, wearing the same three-piece coat and suit he wore when he bombed New York, and a black feather scarf.
Although it looks a bit voluptuous, it is not gay at all, it just looks more attractive.
At this time, Deathstroke was sitting on the throne piled with corpses, smoking, and only glanced at the Dark Lord's grand appearance:
"You seem to be in a good mood?"
"Maybe, at least I have hope now." Grindelwald took out his wand and lit the fireplace in the hall, but then shook his head: "The floo network here is blocked, I'm afraid we have to find another way to leave, don't tell me
As for the anti-Apparition spell here, I am not sure that I can carry out a complete intercontinental Apparition with one person."
"No, as long as you don't faint at the speed of light, it will only take us a blink of an eye to return to New York."
Su Ming took off the cloak behind him, and it turned into a flying carpet again.
Grindelwald pinched his beard and showed a smile that matched the joke. He sat sideways on the edge of the flying carpet: "Can you go to England first? I need to gather some subordinates."
"This is not World War II. Do you still want to summon 'Daddy's Army'? Your followers are probably so old that they can only drink oatmeal." Su Ming let the cloak fly out of the castle gate, facing the cold wind.
, you can see smoke rising from the small town not far away.
"The 'saints' who are looking for the Deathly Hallows never grow old, or their hearts never grow old." Grindelwald crossed his legs and looked down: "Don't you think experienced wizards are more powerful?
?”
Su Ming shook his head, but still let the cloak fly over the snow-capped mountains and towards the northern sea:
"Based on their experience of failure? You just want Dumbledore to know."
"Maybe, but Nurmengard is about to be transformed into a magical automated prison, and no one may come to find those corpses for a year. If I don't go to London or Paris to launch a sign, who would know that I am planning to do bad things?
?”
What Grindelwald said makes perfect sense. It would be good to give the American wizarding community a break first.
"Okay, but there's no need to gather believers. You and Dumbledore will leave together in the future. If you bring believers with you, it will be like trapping them. This is a big drama that must fail."
Su Ming only agreed to one of the two requests. After all, if he didn't make some noise, wouldn't his alibi in Ilvermorny be in vain?
Someone helped Grindelwald escape from prison? Anyway, it wasn't Professor Wilson of Hogwarts, who was at Ilvermorny College at the time.
Cloak brought the two of them to London but still slowed down a bit, but it only took a few minutes.
After looking at the city, which was still raining as always, Grindelwald also looked a little more serious.
"Let's go down and find a deserted corner. I need to prepare a little bit..." Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, Deathstroke placed him in an alley, a cobblestone path,
It's quite charming.
It’s just that Su Ming has now completely transformed into a dark shadow with two white eyes on his face. This is his usual vest, the criminal suspect ‘Xiao Hei’.
He peeked out of the alley. It was a hazy early morning with an authentic London smog smell. People should still be having breakfast at home, so there were only a few people on the street.
Deathstroke urged the Dark Lord beside him with his hands behind his back:
"You chose London because it's always cloudy here, so you can summon the Voldebat. This silk-like monster will fly all over the sky and cover the sky across the city, but only wizards can see it."
Grindelwald smiled and turned the wand in his hand, pointing lightly to the sky. The rain could not touch him at all, because the fastidious Dark Lord had already cast all the raindrops silently and used the Iron Armor Curse to deflect all the raindrops:
"At least it looks better than Voldemort's Dark Mark. I heard it's a skull sticking out its tongue? What kind of taste does he have?"
After mocking the second generation, Grindelwald's wand emitted a black light, and he fired the 'Sign of the Deathly Hallows' into the sky.
This symbol is composed of the Three Deathly Hallows, with wings composed of the front and back G letters, and the upside-down Elder Wand forming the middle skeleton.
The symbol formed by the black smoke lingered in the air, and as the wind and rain grew stronger, it seemed to have a special attraction for magical animals like the Voldemort bat. Almost in the blink of an eye, countless gossamer-like creatures emerged from below.
Flying through the streets and rising into the sky.
Their lithe bodies are tens of meters long, like strips of wide black satin, stretching and swaying in the air.
Darkness fell, and this blood-sucking creature covered the sky. Grindelwald hugged his shoulders tightly, closed his eyes in intoxication, and breathed hard, as if he was enjoying the silky smoothness.
In fact, this classic horror scene told every wizard in London who looked to the sky that the real Dark Lord was back.