Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

Dumbledore's mood was the same as his steps forward, which were a little complicated and a little bumpy.

Louis, who was following him, knew where he was in the next second. Nurmengard Prison was the largest prison in the wizarding world, even bigger than Azkaban in the UK, which was guarded by dementors.

But such a huge prison only houses one criminal, which is why Dumbledore and Louis came here.

As Dumbledore and Lewis approached, they saw a transparent protective shield covering the door. This was a defense mechanism made of magic. Once someone touched it, they would be devoured by strong magic, which would be fixed within three seconds.

It will make people lose their minds.

But for Dumbledore, this was not a problem. He pointed his wand forward slightly, and the Elder Wand drew a circle on the cover. As the wand was waved, the transparent protective cover gradually melted away.

A gap is exposed for one person to walk.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you okay?"

Louis stepped forward and supported the old man who was staggering. It was not that the old man was old and frail. There were many places in the world where the strongest white wizard would lose his composure.

After all, not everyone has the courage to defeat his lover with his own hands and put him in jail himself.

Dumbledore waved his hand. It had been a long time since he had lost his composure. Even the Battle of the Century, which was in full view of everyone, could not cause his emotions to fluctuate so much.

"Let's go, Louis."

The old hand patted in front of the black iron door, but there was no response from inside. When Dumbledore knocked for the third time, the iron door "clanged", like a memory that had been sealed in dust for many years, shaking the dust and

The dust slowly opens inwards.

There was no gatekeeper inside, and what Louis saw was darkness like an abyss. Dumbledore took him around the first floor, and the candles against the wall gradually lit up as they walked.

Only then did he see clearly the interior of the prison, which was all made of smooth marble rock walls, with small gray-white patterns vaguely carved on the ground. Perhaps it had been so long that he could hardly see clearly what was painted on it.

What.

"There were originally guards here. European countries agreed to send people to replace the guards every five years, and each country took turns." Dumbledore explained, "But it only lasted ten years. The guards who came back were either crazy or changed.

You have to be silent, the biggest enemy here is loneliness."

Louis looked at the towering wall. Indeed, in this barren place, the only one he could talk to was the old Dark Lord.

"Also, don't step on anything on the ground."

With Dumbledore's reminder, Lewis moved forward cautiously. They avoided the icons carved on the ground. Since no one had cleaned them for a long time, they stirred up large amounts of dust with every step they took.

The spiral staircase in the prison leads upwards, and according to Dumbledore, their goal is the top of the prison.

After walking for about ten minutes, Louis finally saw hope. The stairs gradually became shorter. He looked at the only space with a closed door in the entire space.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the locked iron door suddenly opened from the inside with a flash of blue light.

It was a very dark room, so dark that it was impossible to see what was inside. Moreover, it was already midnight, and even though there were broken windows on the top, there was still not much light coming in.

Lewis even wondered if they were in the wrong place. He looked at Dumbledore with confusion, only to find that the old man was staring at the door with complicated eyes.

"Albus Dumbledore, you old man is not dead yet."

Suddenly an old voice came from the darkness, startling Louis. He pointed his wand at the dark room and used a fluorescent spell to illuminate the surrounding area.

"Take your shiny thing away, you brat!" The voice sounded slightly dissatisfied, and he finally saw clearly that it was a scrawny figure sitting against the wall.

He looked extremely weak, with thinning hair and almost all his teeth. His skin was wrinkled and his clothes looked quite tattered, but he hadn't changed them in several years.

Perhaps because he had adapted to low light for a long time, he felt that the fluorescent flashes on Louis' hands were particularly dazzling, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Dumbledore pressed down Louis' hand with one hand, and then entered the room with him.

The two old men sat down beside the bed in silence. The place looked like it wanted to be a shabby place, it was so shabby that it was incomprehensible.

"Fifty years, damn, Dumbledore, fifty years." The old man said in an extremely angry tone, "You just thought of coming to see me, if the new Minister of Magic in Germany hadn't told me about you a few years ago.

Well, I thought you were dead."

"Has he been here?"

These were almost the first words Dumbledore said to his old friend in more than fifty years.

"He comes every year." The old man raised his head. Although his expression was a little haggard, the evil light in his eyes was enough to show how charming he was when he was young.

"Excuse me, could you help me light a fire?"

This was said to Louis who was standing aside. He walked unsteadily to deal with some accumulated garbage next to the stove. Louis easily used a fire spell, and in an instant, the light covered the entire dark room.

"Thank you, it's not very warm here, so I can only live by the flames." The old man turned to look at Louis' face, but couldn't help but frown when he saw him.

"So it's you?"

"You know me?" Louis was a little surprised. He had no impression of the old man in front of him, but he knew who this person was.

"It was decades ago, when we were still in the United States." The old man walked back to the bed, "However, you don't look as good now as you did then. I now know how you ended up there.

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Louis was confused after hearing this, but Credence Bayern had the same reaction when he saw Louis before.

"Forget it, I can't tell you now." The old man smiled mysteriously, "I am old now and no longer useful. I have been locked up in this prison I built for fifty years and I have derailed myself from society.

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"No one will remember a loser, even me, Gaiwater Grindelwald, the most notorious wizard criminal in the 20th century, who killed countless people and took countless innocent lives on his hands."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I didn't do anything wrong. I was just following my own ideas."

"I don't feel sorry for you, and your achievements have been deeply engraved in the history of wizards and will never be forgotten." Louis responded, "It has nothing to do with the right or wrong of the incident, it is just about your strength. I think you

He is a wizard worthy of respect."

"Listen, Dumbledore, this is the consciousness that young wizards today should have." Grindelwald suddenly had an attitude of hating iron for being unable to make steel. "In the wizarding world today, there are really too many self-proclaimed people, especially...

Tom Riddle, what does he have, that he can gather a bunch of lunatics to rebel with him?"

"This is exactly why we are here, Gawater." Dumbledore said, "Tom's methods have become so powerful that I think you are the only one in the world who can understand..."

"Tell me, Dumbledore, what's the matter?"

"What we need to know is everything about the evil god."