Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"I'll go in alone." Malfoy placed his wand in front of Fleur, blocking her way. She obviously wanted to follow Malfoy into the room.

"But..." Furong hesitated, her eyes hesitant.

"There is the most terrifying Dark Lord before Voldemort, even if he doesn't have a wand in his hand, I don't know what will happen in this room later, you can just watch it outside, if an Auror comes up, it will also You can stop them for a while." Malfoy was both a reminder and a hindrance to Fleur's behavior.

In order to be effective, he even said something cruel: "I don't want to wait to be distracted to protect you."

Furong's face was pale for a moment, and then she nodded, she could distinguish the seriousness.

Going back to their roots, they came here for a plan.

This is a very simple plan, but Dumbledore proposed an improved plan. Originally, the old man should have gone by himself.

It's up to him to lobby himself.

Malfoy at that time just reminded Dumbledore that Grindelwald was the key to preventing Voldemort from learning the secret of the Twin Wand and the Elder Wand.

He knows a lot of secrets. He stole the Elder Wand from a famous wand maker, Gringovich. As for the saints who once served him, they are also a powerful force, and they are the objects that Voldemort needs to fight for. A force to be reckoned with.

Malfoy's suggestion was only to protect the former Dark Lord from Voldemort's conspiracy, while Dumbledore gave more bizarre advice.

Free him Grindelwald from prison and fight Voldemort.

"Aren't you afraid that the two of you will unite?" Malfoy asked slightly suspiciously at the time.

"He's not Voldemort, I know him." Dumbledore shook his head at the time, but his eyes were a little concealed.

The original plan was for Dumbledore to convince his "old lover" himself. But then the plan was disrupted, and the task was handed over to Malfoy.

The old man was still determined, even if he didn't have to go in person, Grindelwald would still compromise.

"Araho hole open." Malfoy's wand faltered against the mottled iron lock, and a spark flickered.

"Crack." The iron lock hit the ground and snapped.

The power of time is too powerful. It is said that the prison for Grindelwald was a confinement spell set up and blessed by Dumbledore himself. It was only a few decades later, and a lock-picking spell solved everything.

Maybe someone thought of it, but no one wants to strengthen the defense here.

Who is going to make fun of themselves?

"It's been a long time since outsiders have come here. The jailers here are used to placing food at the door. Are they here to seek revenge? You made the movement outside just now, right?" Say.

He had already sensed that someone was coming.

"Whose descendant is that?" Grindelwald muttered to himself as he sat on the tattered wooden bed, scratching his thin, feeble fingers on the cold wall.

"I have the impression of hating my enemies, they should all be dead, but it doesn't matter, forget it, let's do it,

I am guilty anyway. "Grindelwald was gasping for breath, it was difficult for him to breathe now.

"The right hand behind you is not as honest as you said." Malfoy did not step forward, but stopped at the door and looked at the old man in front of him. The iron door behind him clicked, unexpectedly consciously closed.

"Oh, I'm really old, and the sneak attack will also be discovered." Grindelwald's right hand relaxed, as if he had lost something in the shape of a stick, and closed his eyes helplessly.

If the person who came here was really foolish enough to think that the all-powerful Dark Lord would be captured without hesitation, he would surely die miserably.

Don't underestimate anyone's will to survive.

"I'm not here for revenge, Mr. Grindelwald." Malfoy stated his intention, and he looked at everything in the room with the help of the dazzling electric light that flickered from time to time outside the window.

"Here is a letter from Dumbledore to you, he said, that you will understand when you read it."

Lightning flashed on and off, light blue dazzling electric light flickered outside the tower, thunder roared, the electric light illuminated the corpse-like face of the old man for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.

Upon hearing this name, Grindelwald's thin hands suddenly clenched tightly, but his body remained indifferent, as if dead.

There was a broken table in the corner with a corner missing. Malfoy guessed that it was the leg, which was torn off by Grindelwald and temporarily used as a wand to defend against the enemy.

Something on the table caught Malfoy's attention at this time. It was covered with parchment, and compared to the rest, the table looked neat and orderly.

Seeing that Grindelwald was unresponsive, Malfoy was about to move over there to check for clues. .

"Stop." Grindelwald said coldly, opening his eyes.

"Why didn't he come by himself?" Grindelwald asked coldly, with a biting chill flashing in his eyes. At this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to the era of serving all beings.

"If I really want to leave, who can stop me? Do I need someone to save me? Nurmengard is a prison I built myself." Grindelwald's face was hideous, bloodshot eyes instantly filled his eyes.

A terrifying aura rose from him.

In the twilight years, the lion that is about to die is still a lion.

Only Voldemort, who has returned to his peak, will make him slaughter when he is old and frail.

At that time, there was no point in resisting, and maybe a slightly decent way to die could be obtained.

But now, in front of him is just an ordinary student who is still underage, and his dignity does not allow easy blasphemy.

The parchment on the table suddenly stood up, turned into a sharp blade, flashed a cold cold light, and stabbed Malfoy with a "swoosh".

"At this age, why are you still so impulsive?" Malfoy waved his wand lightly, these blade-like weapons suddenly stagnated in the air, returned to the original path, floated back to the original place lightly, and quickly restored to one. Stacks of parchment paper neatly.

Arranged more neatly than before.

"The magic power is well controlled. Are all of Albus's students so powerful at this age?" The lightning bolt penetrated into his somewhat faded blue eyes.

He may be lamenting the passing of time.

"Only in name, he didn't teach me any magic." Malfoy replied lightly.

"Albus, do you trust you?" he asked tentatively, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

"Maybe." Malfoy shrugged, not noticing anything else, such as the old man's eyes.

"I underestimate you..." Grindelwald began to cough heavily.

"That's right, how can someone who can replace him be an ordinary person." Grindelwald muttered to himself. ) Download Free Reader!!