The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Nurmengard has been a bit of a buzz lately, and in just a few months, it has welcomed its third guest.

When Voldemort squeezed into the narrow window like a snake and fell into the top cell like a mist, Grindelwald, who was dozing on the hard bed, also woke up alertly.

"Voldemort?"

Looking at the strange-looking black-robed man in front of him, Grindelwald recalled Fish's evaluation of Voldemort: "No hair, no nose, so ugly!"

Well, that's a really neat summary.

After sizing Voldemort up and down, Grindelwald asked indifferently: "What's the matter with you coming to see me, the old man? Is it the one who wants me to join you... Death Eater?"

When it comes to pretending to be stupid, Grindelwald is no worse than Dumbledore and Fish. He smacked his toothless mouth and said proudly: "Unfortunately, I have no intention of being subservient to others. If you are here to work with me, you can consider it."

He paused for a moment, and then said with a little provocation and sarcasm: "I heard that you lost to a newborn baby before, maybe you need an old senior like me to help you."

"Humph! This is unnecessary!"

Voldemort's face darkened, he snorted and said, "That was just an oversight of mine, and I have found a solution."

"If that's the case, what are you doing here with me?" Grindelwald changed his sitting position, crossed his legs, put one hand on his leg, supported his chin, and with a hint of youthful wildness, he picked He raised his brows and asked, "I don't think the current me has much value to you."

"You are too modest... Senior." Voldemort bowed slightly.

For Grindelwald, Voldemort still maintained a certain respect, respect for his ideas, respect for his power and knowledge, but that was all.

After all, Grindelwald has failed, and he has become a prisoner, and looking at his current appearance, it is obvious that he has lost his original ambition.

Voldemort straightened up and stated his purpose for coming here: "I want to know... the whereabouts of the Elder Wand. If you can tell me, senior, it will be a simple task to take you out of here."

It was precisely because he saw that Grindelwald had lost his original ambitions, that Voldemort put forward such conditions, otherwise he would not be stupid enough to add an opponent to himself.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to." Grindelwald licked his ears with his tail finger, and then put it to his mouth to blow, "I'm used to living here, the outside world has changed too much, I'm used to it. No."

"So, aren't you going to tell me where the Elder Wand is?" Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes, his hands already in his pockets, and he could pull out his wand at any moment.

"Of course not," Grindelwald grinned, opening his toothless mouth, "Although I'm old, I haven't lived enough, and..." A trace of hatred flashed on his face, "I too I wish you had trouble with Dumbledore."

When Voldemort heard the words, while smiling, he couldn't wait to lean forward and asked, "Tell me! Where is the Elder Wand?!"

Grindelwald gave him a strange look, "Didn't I already tell you?"

"...Dumbledore?!" Voldemort reacted immediately after being stunned for a moment, "The Elder Wand is in his hand?!"

It's reasonable to think so.

No wonder he has been unable to fight Dumbledore!

Voldemort wanted the Elder Wand even more now.

"Since you already know the Elder Wand, you must have also known the legend of the three brothers and the Deathly Hallows, right?" Grindelwald said slowly: "It is said that the eldest of the three brothers was secretly killed after he was sleeping. Lost the wand, and that's the nature of the Elder Wand .

"Actually, most wands have such a property that after losing a battle to someone, they will be used by him, or when facing that person again, they will not exert their original power." Grindelwald seems to It was interesting, and he said incessantly: "And the Elder Wand is more snobby than other wands, it doesn't matter how you defeated its previous master, even by sneak attack, it doesn't matter, it only follows the winner. "

"Albus... Dumbledore defeated me, and the Elder Wand naturally got into his hands, and I was Gregorovich who stole the Elder Wand first and then stunned it." He shrugged, There was no trace of shame on his face.

This is consistent with Voldemort's Legilimency from Gregorovitch, and it's clear that Grindelwald wasn't lying.

But just in case, Voldemort asked: "So, what if it was a way of poisoning or a trap? Or if Dumbledore himself died, how would it be recognized."

"I don't know about that," Grindelwald shook his head. "I already had the Elder Wand, so why bother to study this?"

Voldemort nodded understandingly, and if it were him, he wouldn't waste time on such trifles. After all, like Grindelwald, he was confident that after owning the Elder Wand, no one could take it away from him...

Although Grindelwald was ultimately defeated by Dumbledore, Voldemort still had such confidence.

"Thank you for your help."

After Voldemort thanked him without any sincerity, he just stared at Grindelwald in a daze, the red light in his eyes was particularly dazzling in the dim cell.

Grindelwald looked back at him, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and his body changed from the leisurely cross-legged sitting posture before to a half-squat posture full of vigilance.

After two generations of Dark Lords looked at each other silently for a long time, it was Voldemort who spoke first: "Do you really need me to take you out?"

"No need," Grindelwald grinned, "I have accepted my failure, and even if I do it again, the result will probably not be any different." He said a little dejectedly: "Besides, I am old, no Going to toss again."

Voldemort didn't know whether Grindelwald really thought so, or if he was worried that he would kill him before he said it on purpose, but the other party has softened, and he should not be exposed to the public now, so...

"It's a pity, I originally wanted you, my senior, to be able to witness my success by my side." His voice and figure became misty, just like when he came, it turned into a mist, Squeezed out of the narrow window like a snake.

"Witness your success? Hey...hehe...hehehehahahahaha!"

Grindelwald looked at the window where Voldemort had left, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and the laughter grew louder and louder, until he even covered his stomach and rolled on the hard bed laughing.

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