The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Chapter 132 Nurmengard

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"You're back." After Rolf entered the practice space, Rohr stood up and said with a serious face.

"What's wrong?" Rolf looked at Youxin nervously, afraid of what would happen.

Rohr said nothing more and shared memories with Rolf.This memory started when Rohr's apparation was successful:

After Rohr successfully inscribed the innate spell of Apparition, the spell model actually started to operate automatically.

Immediately afterwards, a dizzying feeling came over him, which felt a bit like the memory of the Floo Network that Rolf had passed on to him.

He fell to the hard and cold stone ground and gasped. When he raised his head, what he saw was no longer the small villa in the training space, but the dark walls.

What's going on? I was originally in the cultivation space, but why did I appear here? This is not the same space. How did I travel through space?

But another more serious question is before Rohr, where is this place?

Before he had time to voice this question, an old man's voice sounded from upstairs, with great alertness.

"Who are you and why can you apparate here?" Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with white hair appeared at the top of the stairs. He was in ragged clothes. His white hair seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time. It was tangled with the same white beard, making it difficult for Rohr to see his face clearly.

You can't apparate, etc. First of all, this is not Hogwarts. Secondly, there is no smell of sea water here, so it must not be Azkaban.

Rohr quickly mobilized the common sense in his memory about the entire British magical world. Of course, all this common sense came from Rolf, so many secrets were regarded as common sense by him.

So it was almost obvious where this place was. When Newmengadror realized it, he was already confused.

"Then you are not Grindelwald?" Rolf almost blurted out, because among Rolf's strange memories, there was actually a large section of memories about his grandfather.

And unfortunately, these memories are the stories about Grindelwald and Dumbledore that cannot be told.

Grindelwald didn't make a sound, but still held the stairs, and then motioned for Rohr to follow him back to his "room".

The strange thing is that there is no one in this prison all the way, just a bunch of empty cells.

"Are there no guards here?" Rohr asked curiously, but he was greeted by a burst of silence. Grindelwald was obviously not prepared to pay attention to him.

Most afraid, the air is suddenly quiet

In this awkward atmosphere, Grindelwald walked into his cell and closed the curtains like a thief.

The sky in Nurmengard was already very dark, and it seemed that rain and thunder and lightning were particularly favoring this place. After the curtains were closed, not much light came through.

But Rohr did not inherit Rolf's night vision ability. Fortunately, Grindelwald also knew that people would feel very insecure in this dark environment, so he lit the kerosene lamp nearby.

Rolle watched helplessly as Grindelwald performed a series of coquettish actions. Isn't this a true portrayal of taking off his pants and farting? It is almost the same as turning on the air conditioner under the quilt.

However, this also allowed him to see the surrounding situation clearly. The layout of the entire cell was very simple, with a tattered hard board bed, the wooden part of which had many insect holes, and a table with peeling paint and mottled paint. .Beyond that, there's almost nothing left.

"It's a bit miserable," Rohr muttered in a low voice very objectively, but there was no look of sympathy on his face. Instead, he was full of doubts. This generation of Dark Lord was in such a miserable state.

"Introduce yourself." Grindelwald said coldly.

"Rolf Scamander, age 13," he borrowed Rolf's name very unkindly. After all, they looked like the same person to outsiders.

Grindelwald asked in surprise: "Are you a descendant of the Scamander family?"

Rohr has not yet realized that the relationship between his nominal grandfather and the person in front of him is not a good one.

"How did you do the Apparition?" Grindelwald continued to ask after seeing Rohr nod.

"Oh, well, it's a long story." But before Rohr could give a detailed introduction, Grindelwald interrupted, "Then let's make a long story short."

Luo Er also choked after hearing this, touched his nose, and said nonchalantly: "To put it simply, when I was experimenting with apparation, I was inexplicably transported here."

He didn't know how to explain it anyway, so he might as well let Grindelwald guess by himself.

Sure enough, Grindelwald had a look of disbelief after hearing this, and then he reached out to Rolle. Originally, he wanted to move back, but he found that the hand was too fast and he had no time to dodge.

I saw Grindelwald clasping Roll's head with his hand, his eyes widening like bells, "There are still people who can awaken the innate magic of Apparition. Do you have the blood of a house elf in your blood?"

Although Rohr didn't know what his bloodline was, he knew that the status of house elves in the wizarding world was not even as good as that of a catnive, so he had to refute.

"Why are you still swearing?" But before Rohr could say anything more, Grindelwald said tiredly and vicissitudes of life: "Forget it, regardless of that, I hope you pack your things, where they came from, and go back Where to go."

Rohr looked at the completely lifeless Dark Lord, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, goodbye, I will take care of it for you to Grandpa and Professor Dumbledore."

Then Rolle was no longer found in the entire cell. Grindelwald took a breath and sat on the original shabby little bed again.

It was winter in Nurmengard at the end of November. Looking out the window, a thin layer of first snow hung on the withered grass blades, making the hillside look mottled and desolate.

The inside of the cell was even darker and damper, and the feeling of cold air enveloping the moisture invading the flesh and bones was not pleasant.

There is no doubt that Grindelwald is a powerful wizard.Being strong meant that he would live for a long time, but being alone felt really uncomfortable.

He lost his wand, his army, and his handsome appearance that he was proud of, and became an old prisoner, even shivering in the severe cold due to lack of warmth.

Why wouldn't a proud man like him choose death?

Grindelwald once asked himself this question, but he couldn't answer it himself. He just knew that he had no thoughts of dying yet, and he might still have some memories of this world.He couldn't answer any questions.

There is nothing in the deserted Nurmengard, and he is indeed bored here.His eyes swept over the place where the strange boy disappeared, and he saw a crystal tablet left there.

There is also a piece of paper posted on it, which thoughtfully says: Try inputting your magic power to activate the Owl Phone, and then follow the guidance, and someone will help you become familiar with it.

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