Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The sun is shining brightly in Nurmengard, and the cool wind is blowing in your face. Who can tell that this place was once littered with corpses?

This is the place built by the dark wizard Grindelwald to imprison those who oppose him. Now the only prisoner here is himself. ൠ♦It's not that he doesn't have the ability to leave, he just uses the ground as a prison.

It was never a prison that imprisoned him, but something called "love".

He spent nearly fifty years alone in regret.

The cold winter in Nurmengard was no match for the desolation in his heart.

But now, it's time to leave.

Grindelwald's ice-blue magic eyes were shining. He seemed to have seen the future, and he seemed to have only seen the superficial things in front of him. But it could be seen that he was in a good mood, and a long-lost smile appeared on his wrinkled face. .

Vader had been waiting for him for a long time.

The new headmaster of Durmstrang also reunited with Grindelwald after a long absence. She stood firmly at the door of the dark prison, with the two guards at her feet unconscious.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Vida Rozier was wearing a black military trench coat and a lady's skirt, with a black hat and veil on her head. She looked like a mourner attending a funeral.

Although her appearance has aged with the years, she is standing there quietly at this moment, not like a withered rose at all, but like it has just bloomed.

"People cannot live in pain every day." Grindelwald said softly, while his eyes stayed on the two guards who fell next to Vader, "You didn't kill them, did you?"

Vader shook his head. Time had not shown mercy to her, but it had changed the dark wizard in front of her.

Today, they are no longer as radical as they were half a century ago.

"That would be great," Grindelwald paused, "modify their memories - and then destroy this place. We no longer need a prison to hold rebels. Time is a torrent, and no one can stop it. ——”

"They will know you have left." Vader said hesitantly.

The only thing she was worried about was Albus Dumbledore.

Grindelwald thought of the sheets that had been torn out of shape and remembered the reply that had never appeared. His eyes flickered and he spoke slowly:

"Just say, Gellert Grindelwald is dead."

Vader looked surprised.

"Do you think he will believe it or mourn for me?" Grindelwald asked sadly.

But he didn't seem to expect an answer. Then, under Vader's gaze, he walked out of the low prison cell holding on to the wall and walked into the cool sunshine.

At this moment, Grindelwald's back suddenly became blurred. Under the sunlight, he looked even darker, like an old silhouette.

But today, there will be a new life!

Vader quickly followed.

Slowly, another dark shadow appeared next to her, then a third, a fourth...

Eventually, dozens of elderly wizards joined it, forming a half-rotten river.

The huge black curtain was raised high in the wind, like a triumphal flag, covering the sky.

"We need new water drops to increase our strength." Grindelwald said softly, "Vader, have you completed what I asked you to do?"

"You should know that I never let you down."

"Then let us start again." Grindelwald looked in the direction of Britain and muttered to himself.

"We will meet again soon, Albus."

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts.

In the blink of an eye, another semester is coming to an end.

Harry has experienced more things this semester than the previous two semesters combined. After being captured twice by Death Eaters and witnessing Voldemort's resurrection and death, after that battle, the magical world seemed to have returned to peace.

Voldemort disappeared, and Mr. Sellers quietly disappeared after attending a dinner at Hogwarts.

For three whole months, from March to June, it was as calm as a summer afternoon, making Harry sleepy. He seemed to feel that what happened a few months ago had gone by for a long time, so long that it seemed like centuries had passed, so long that it seemed like he had experienced a bizarre dream.

But he knew it wasn't a dream.

Because there was a spiral mark left on his arm, like a wisp of swirling smoke or a tower.

Whenever he saw this mark, Harry felt as if he had returned to the envelope of blue flames. The Death Eaters were divided that day, and those who chose to side with Mr. Sellers left the same mark.

The only difference was that most people were miserable and Harry was oblivious to it.

He only discovered the mark after the dinner when he was getting ready to go to bed.

"This means that you have become his disciple." That night, Ron analyzed confidently, "It's like the dark mark of the mysterious man, understand? Maybe one day, he will summon the Death Eaters like the mysterious man. Summon you the same way."

Ron was even a little envious when he said this.

Think about it, an organization that fights against the terrifying Death Eaters and saves the world, just like the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago. It would be cool to be a part of it!

Of course, Ron only considered the glory brought by a great cause and ignored the sacrifice behind it. On the other hand, Neville seemed very uneasy and unhappy after hearing this topic.

He wasn't going to get involved in this topic, but he still mustered up the courage to ask Harry.

"Harry, did you see a few Lestranges among the Death Eaters that day?" His fat face was tense, as stiff as a stone.

Lestrange?

Harry's memory was certainly fresh.

He nodded and talked about the whereabouts of the three Lestranges.

"The woman named Bella followed Mr. Sellers, and the other two stayed with Voldemort. Voldemort asked them to kill Bella, but they failed. Sirius is here!"

Neville fell silent.

But Harry saw that there was fire in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you Neville?" Harry asked concerned.

He remembered that Neville had never mentioned anything about his parents, and now he asked about Lestrange. Maybe there was a connection between the two.

"I..." Neville's round face turned red, and there were tears in his eyes. The other little wizards in the dormitory all looked over with concern.

He didn't say it for a long time, but others, especially Harry and Ron, suspected that Neville's parents were dead.

Harry had seen the cruelty of Death Eaters.

Whether that madman Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr., or Peter Pettigrew, they had no qualms about killing anyone.

"It's okay, Neville, you don't have to say it."

Ron patted Neville on the back, and Harry didn't know what to say.

Of the three Lestranges, two left with Voldemort, but one, the woman named Bella, chose to go with Cyrus. Harry felt like he couldn't breathe at the thought that she might be the murderer of Neville's parents.

How could Mr. Sellers let a man like that follow him?

And myself——

He glanced down at the mark on his arm, wondering if this was a betrayal?

That's it for Cyrus. Harry knew that he was different from Voldemort, but what about those who had defected from the Death Eaters?

How many people have died at their hands?

The next day, Harry told Ginny and Hermione about this knot.

"You don't have to worry so much, Harry." Hermione said, "The important thing is that you understand who the real enemy is."

She looked at Harry with bright eyes: "I'm not saying that those Death Eaters are not guilty at all, but in the final analysis, the source is the mysterious man. Now they have become a force against the mysterious man, which is also atonement. .”

"I also want to get a mark on my arm!" Ginny said even more angrily, "I am Cyrus's first believer!"

"We all can be!" Ron had already identified Cyrus as his friend when he received Cyrus's Christmas gift. What is important to him is not the gift itself, but that Cyrus can still remember that he lost his pet. This small detail may seem insignificant, but sometimes it can win people's hearts.

"It's stupid to dwell on these things. The real question is, where are the You-Know-Who and Death Eaters now!" Hermione was still reasonable. She opened the Daily Prophet, which still published news from several months ago.

——Escape from Azkaban.

"Look, there are so many Death Eaters, and not even one of them has been captured. Those dementors that wander around all day have searched almost all over Britain, and there is no trace of them."

"You think they left England?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded matter-of-factly.

But Ron had a different view.

"Maybe it's hiding, a traceless stretching spell." He looked very experienced, which was actually the case. Because of this spell, the Burrow is still spacious even if it houses seven or eight children. It just looks a bit rough from the outside.

"I don't care where the mysterious man went, I just want to know where Mr. Cyrus went." Ginny said, as if she wanted to find Cyrus and leave a mark on her arm.

"Maybe he left England too." Ron said, "It's been a rough time lately, you know Fudge, right?"

He looked so showy that he attracted the attention of the other three people.

"It's dad's boss, whom we met in Hagrid's hut last year."

Of course Harry knew.

When he ran away from Privet Drive during the last summer vacation, Fudge arranged a room for him in the Leaky Cauldron. Later, he was there when Sirius reversed his case. So far, Harry had a good impression of Fudge. .

"He released all the dementors from Azkaban. I heard that during this period, the Aurors kept their feet on the ground, but they couldn't catch the Death Eaters. Some people said that he had started to catch some black people randomly. Wizards, put them in Azkaban as escaped prisoners." Ron shook his head teasingly.

"Is he crazy?" Hermione's eyebrows were furrowed. Not only her, but also Harry and Ginny felt that this behavior was too much.

"He has to give people an explanation." Ron shrugged, "I'm a little worried about whether this summer's Quidditch World Cup can be held as originally planned."

The Quidditch World Cup, held every four years, is a grand event for the entire wizarding world, and this year it happens to be Britain's turn.

Ron has been looking forward to it for a long time, but if this situation continues, it may not be possible. After all, there are so many Soul Eaters wandering outside, and foreign wizards may not be willing to take risks.

After their conversation was diverted to Quidditch, the two ladies were not in such high spirits. Ginny doesn't care so much about Quidditch now. Even if it is a popular sport, it is just a sport after all. There are greater causes in this world!

——

"For the greater good..."

Dumbledore recited the vows he had made with his trembling lips. He held the edge of a letter in his pale and thin hand and held the table with his other hand. It looked like a crumbling gray tower about to reach the end of his life. The end.

This is a letter from Nurmengard.

The letter said that Nurmengard collapsed, and the tower became a tomb, burying the soul that he loved and stung.

Behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, tears blurred his blue eyes. It's not just the eyes that are blurred, but also the love that has been suffering over and over for fifty years.

He suddenly felt terrible.

Until now, the face of Grindelwald in my memory has become blurry. It was as if the encounter in Godric's Hollow nearly a century ago was just a sand drawing, and after being erased casually, there was no trace left.

From now on, no one will write to him continuously, just to get a response.

But soon, he buried this sadness deeply into the deepest part of his heart.

The constantly suppressed emotions gathered into an abyss in his heart, so much so that Fitzgerald's face on the wall was filled with worry. She even suspected that once the pain in Dumbledore's body was stripped away, he would immediately become another monster.

"You should stop suppressing your emotions, Albus," she reminded.

The more powerful a wizard is, the more likely he is to become an unstable factor.

The power of wizards comes from the magic of their own physical strength, but also from the strong emotions in their hearts.

"Don't worry, Fioni." But Dumbledore had regained his composure. He was a very rational person, and it was not his character to be swayed by emotions.

In other words, since he was young and impulsively committed an irreparable mistake because of his love, Dumbledore has been deliberately suppressing himself. The more powerful a person is, the more difficult it is to recover from his mistakes.

At least--

He believed in an afterlife.

"More than this, I would like to know how Cyrus is doing."

He spoke softly, but mentioning Cyrus at this time always made people feel like he was changing the subject.

"Since that dinner, there has been no news from him. I asked Ollivander and it seems that no strangers have bought wands from him recently."

At this moment, Cyrus, who was being talked about by Dumbledore, was standing under a green and curved giant tree.

The moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the snake tree and fell quietly on Cyrus.

A large curved snake was lying beside him, raising its head, wrapping around Cyrus's body, and quietly placing its small head next to Cyrus' cheek.

"Good evening, Nagini."

The snake hissed and stuck out its forked tongue, as if to express a friendly greeting.

Cyrus took a step forward and reached out to the thick ancient snake tree.

Then - the huge snake wood began to shrink, turning into a short wand like the collapse of quantum space.

This is another piece of Salazar Slytherin's legacy.

——Snakewood wand!

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