Hogwarts: Start By Destroying Nurmengard Prison

Grindelwald smiled and nodded at McGonagall, brushing McGonagall aside.

Anyway, Hogwarts is full of armored ghosts, and Lockhart needs to have a chance to hurt others.

What's more, Lockhart is the customs clearance boss they arranged for this year.

Let the little wizards have a headache!

After McGonagall left, Grindelwald put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand and jokingly said to Dumbledore:

"Look, Albus, my granddaughter is a genius!"

"In the second grade, you can use spells to beat adult wizards with broken bones."

"I reckon it's little Hermione holding back her magic."

"Otherwise Lockhart wouldn't be alive."

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead and looked at Grindelwald helplessly:

"I just thought Ian would make a shot."

"But I didn't expect it to be little Hermione who attacked Lockhart."

"Little Hermione has been spoiled by you."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore speechlessly.

What do they mean they screwed Hermione?!

Hermione being brave enough to make a move is Hermione's growth!

What a joy to be a grandpa!

Then Dumbledore didn't wait for Grindelwald to speak, and said with a smile:

"Gal, I think I need to trouble you with something."

"Since you are talking about trouble, then don't say it!"

Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald's words and continued directly:

"I think you can help substitute for a few days. Muggle Studies still needs to be taught."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore in disgust:

"Then why don't you substitute for the class?"

Because I'm the principal! You're the assistant!"

"I...……"

Just when Grindelwald was about to say something about Yin Yang Dumbledore.

A dead bat flew into the principal's office.

The dead bat threw the two letters in front of Grindelwald, and they turned into a green flame and disappeared.

The attention of the two came to the letter in an instant.

Dumbledore asked Grindelwald suspiciously:

"Gail, what's up with Ian?"

Grindelwald reached for the letter and shook his head.

He doesn't know either.

Then Grindelwald opened the letter and read it.

After a while, Grindelwald put down the letter under Dumbledore's curious eyes.

Now (ajbg) it's Grindelwald's turn to be helpless.

"Ian is a real troublemaker."

"I also said that you can take a rest these few days."

Dumbledore gave Grindelwald a blank look.

When did you not rest?

Grindelwald ignored Dumbledore's strange look and said:

"Don't even try to run away! Get ready for a meeting!"

Dumbledore's face darkened immediately.

It seems that these two restless people are planning to do some earth-shattering events again!

Grindelwald ignited the faint blue Fiendfire, and the letter in his hand disappeared without a trace under the burning of Fiendfire.

Then he stood up, his eyes became cold and severe:

"It's time for me, an old man, to move."

"Think of it as flexing your muscles."

At this time, he was far away in the room of the Goblin Council in the underground vault of Gringotts, France.

The position that originally belonged to the Great Elder Ante has been moved to the second place.

In the first place is a seat made of goblin bones.

And sitting on it was a mummy wearing a wizard robe.

At the same time, in the conference room, there are many stone statues that look extremely hideous and are placed around.

But the goblins tacitly stayed away from those stone statues and the mummy on the main seat.

The goblins just dare not take a second look.

Contrary to the goblins, there are several wizards in black robes here.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for wizards to participate in the meeting of goblins.

But these wizards have a common identity, that is saints!

The saints did not participate in the discussion of the goblins.

They believe that their masters and lords make their own arrangements, and they only need to follow orders.

At this time, the goblins are arguing because of the French Minister of Magic Lafontaine Dupont's targeting of Gringotts.

"Great Elder! When can we fight back?"

"Those wizards are too much!"

"Almost 40% of our business has been shut down!"

"La Fontaine Dupont, the foul-smelling troll!"

Ante looked at the noisy goblins with a headache.

He hasn't received a reply letter from the master yet, so he doesn't dare to act rashly.

Ante didn't dare to start a war with the Ministry of Magic rashly now.

The number of goblins killed by Ian and that lich last time was too much.

Plus those saints won't listen to him, so this matter can only wait for Ian's decision.

If the way he chooses doesn't satisfy his master Ian.

Then his fate must not be much better.

Just when Ante didn't know what to do.

Another goblin at his side asked him with a look of terror on his face:

"Grindelwald... Has the master replied?"

This goblin is one of the newly selected high goblins.

Also one of the survivors when Ian and Nicol suppressed the goblin rebellion in France.

When mentioning Ian, he still can't forget the scene of the sky.

Ante shivered, and also said in fear:

"Not yet, Al."

"But the master will surely help us."

"Now we are also the master's subordinates."

After speaking, Ante took a sneak peek at Berg who was sitting on the fairy skull seat.

After that day, Berg sat quietly like this.

There is nothing in the empty eyes either.

People who don't know it will definitely think it's just a corpse.

But the goblins know that this is a demon who kills without blinking an eye!

Even crueler than real demons!

That chair was made from the bones of those rebels!

Comer and their skulls are inlaid on the chair handles.

Just when the goblins were getting louder and louder.

Berg's fingers moved slightly on the skeleton seat.

Ante noticed this scene keenly, and he shouted in horror:

"Silence!"

The goblins who were still discussing just now fell silent.

All the goblins turned to look at Ante.

They thought Ante was going to make a decision!

It's just that they found that Ante was watching Berg nervously.

Fear surged in the fairies' hearts instantly.

Is the demon about to wake up?

Then a sharp voice broke the quiet atmosphere of the meeting room.

Berg rubbed his bony fingers against the skull on the handle of the chair.

It raised its head slowly, and the red soul fire in its eyes burned violently. .