Austrian Alps.
Nurmengard Castle.
It is isolated and sparsely populated.
Only a dark stone tower stood on the hillside for dozens of miles.
A flash of fire appeared at the foot of the mountain, and Alvin walked out.
It was dusk then, and Alvin accompanied Hermione to visit the Ministry of Magic after the end of the hearing before he set off.
He stood there, looking at the world-famous prison.
Perhaps there used to be many prisoners here, but now only one person is imprisoned here. That is the first generation of Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald.
Feeling the Anti-Apparition Charm around him and the looming light on the tower's first floor, Alvin smiled lightly.
Rather than being imprisoned, it is better to say that Grindelwald chose to spend his later years here in peace.
Just relying on the simple protective measures, as well as the guard on the first floor, is really useless.
After the battle with Dumbledore in 1945, the Dark Lord was already "dead" and imprisoned in Nurmengard. He was just finding a place to spend the rest of his life.
Waving his hand and letting Fury play nearby, he approached the invisible barrier.
The palm was attached to the barrier, and waves rippled on the protective cover.
After careful sensing, Alvin found that there was also the existence of induction magic and communication magic.
If anyone breaks in here, it will be discovered very quickly.
As for who will be notified, it is estimated to be the Ministry of Magic of Austria.
Perhaps add the one from England.
"Finite!"
A golden light appeared on the palm of the hand, spreading over the barrier, bit by bit nibbling away a loophole that could allow one person to pass through.
Alvin stepped in, and as he passed, the golden light disappeared, and the barrier returned to its original state.
He is not afraid of Dumbledore, but Alvin feels that his conversation with Grindelwald would take much time.
He chose this gentle way to break the barrier to avoid being disturbed.
Standing in front of the very worn wooden door at the entrance, Alvin admired the writing on the wall.
"For the Greater Good."
There is an inexplicable sense of irony. Grindelwald often mentions this sentence, which is also the motto he practiced in the first half of his life.
And Nurmengard Castle was also the center of Grindelwald's rule of Europe, and now it has become his own cage.
One peck and one drink will be determined by its own destiny.
Pushing the wooden door, the guard on the first floor heard the movement and quickly came out to check what had happened. When he saw Alvin, he wanted to scream, but his head was dizzy, and he fainted.
Alvin didn't ask where Grindelwald lived because it wasn't necessary.
The tallest person naturally wants to live in the highest position.
The top floor of the Black Tower, inside a Castle.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, with only a wooden table and a small bed.
An old man was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling that had peeled paint, not knowing what was going on in his mind.
Perhaps it was the moment when he was in high spirits. He used to cover the sky with one hand, and the entire Europa continent surrendered to his feet. Only the island on the other side of the strait he never set foot on.
Perhaps earlier, the two months he spent carefree with Dumbledore, the kind of like-minded feeling he often reminisced about.
Two months of happiness, a century of ineffable.
The right hand, unconsciously playing with the pendant, suddenly stopped, and a hoarse voice came from Grindelwald's mouth.
"It took so long to come up?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Grindelwald. I took too much time to visit the whole Castle. "
"Nurmengard Castle is such a monumental place. If I come here and don't take a few pictures for my girlfriend, they will be angry."
Pushing the door and entering, Alvin raised the camera in his hand and said a little embarrassedly.
Grindelwald's eyelids twitched. What does this guy think of Nurmengard?
At the same time, his heart was also shocked by Alvin's age. Originally, he only felt that someone had broken into his Castle. Still, he didn't expect the visitor to be so young.
"Are you an adult? Kid?"
Still a little unable to hold back, Grindelwald looked at Alvin curiously.
What would such a little wizard come to do for him, ask him to help with his homework?
"Come on, in three more years. I'll be graduating from Hogwarts."
While speaking, he also took out trays of delicate pastries from a small bag.
Alvin sets the food on it using Transfiguration to transform a worn wooden table into a gorgeous dining table.
"This is the afternoon tea I specially prepared. Let's have some together?"
Alvin is also a little embarrassed. He should have prepared dinner if he had known he would get lost.
After sending Hermione home, it was only in the afternoon, and thinking that with the distance of his Apparition, he would soon be able to reach Nurmengard.
He simply asked Barr to prepare dessert as a souvenir.
But who knows? Because Alvin has never been to Austria, Alvin temporarily exerted too much force and Apparated in Canada.
After several Apparition, he found the exact location, and the time came for the evening.
Looking at the night sky that was completely dark outside, Grindelwald fell silent.
England turned out to be this time for afternoon tea.
No wonder Dumbledore never came out when he asked him for afternoon tea.
Alvin wasn't in a hurry to talk about his business, and neither was Grindelwald, who picked up a Yorkshire pudding and ate it.
Sweets can bring happiness and satisfaction. At least Grindelwald felt that his mood was much better.
This afternoon tea, he ate very happily. Although he wouldn't starve in Nurmengard, he ate very simple food daily. He hadn't eaten such exquisite desserts for 60 years.
After a meal, Alvin barely moved, and most of the food went into Grindelwald's stomach.
With a random move, a weed growing in the wall's crack flew into Grindelwald's hand and turned into a handkerchief.
Wipe his mouth gracefully. Even though he is in a cage, the elegance in his bones has never changed.
"Little guy, so what's the matter with me today?"