In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 278 276 What exactly does he want to do! (2-in-1)

Chapter 278 276. What exactly does he want to do! (2-in-1)

Durmstrang's three daily meals are very good.

In the morning, Jon and the others ate brown goat cheese on toast. The goat cheese tasted sweet and salty, with a strong milky taste. It tasted like toffee. The side dishes also included vegetables such as cucumbers and sliced ​​salmon. .

Halfway through lunch, Jon came from the library to the auditorium. The table was already filled with smoked salmon, dried cod, seafood hot dogs and salted lamb chops.

It is probably because of the proximity to the sea that seafood accounts for a lot of the food, but Durmstrang’s house elf cooking is so good that even the Hogwarts students who had eaten enough seafood in the past few months, after trying it And no longer become resistant.

Jon and Hermione learned about their class today at the dining table. The response from the students at Hogwarts was pretty good. Except for a few professors whose English accents were a bit strange, there was nothing that made them uncomfortable.

After lunch, students from all grades of Hogwarts were organized together and came to the open space by the lake behind Durmstrang Castle to prepare for the first flying lesson in their lives.

Because each of them started in the same way when it came to controlling a flying broomstick, so in order to save the energy of the flying teacher, this lesson became a big lesson.

Jon also went to complete this class. This was not the first time he touched a broomstick. When he traveled with Dumbledore in France, he had learned the most basic skills under Dumbledore's guidance. How to use a broomstick.

After all, there are some places that cannot be reached using methods such as Apparition and Floo powder, so the wizard can only rely on the wizard to find a way to get there.

After taking this flying lesson, Jon didn't waste any more time. He went directly to the door of Principal Grindelwald's office and knocked on the door.

When he entered, Grindelwald was reading a newspaper from France called "Journal of Etoile".

This newspaper is a magical daily established by the Wizarding Horizon organization led by Dumbledore in recent months. The meaning of "Starlight" also echoes that every wizard should be equal and free even when the night is shrouded. program.

Now this Starlight Daily is engaged in a public opinion war with the Magic Newspaper, which is controlled by the French Ministry of Magic, and will also report on some current war situations.

"In fact, Albus never imagined that he would now lead an organization with political significance."

Grindelwald put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Jon walking in, with a hint of gloating in his smile.

"He has tried hard all his life to stay away from anything related to politics. Even in the days when he was at the height of his popularity, countless people wanted him to be the British Minister of Magic. People believed that if he came to power, he would give everyone He brought what they wanted, but he still had no intention of running for election. He just became a mascot-like president of the so-called International Federation of Wizards."

Jon was a little confused.

"Professor Dumbledore might prefer to be headmaster of a school?"

"He hates the intrigues in the political arena." Grindelwald put down the newspaper in his hand, "If you want to defeat those who pursue high positions for fame and fortune, you have to become worse and smarter than him. Just like Albus has never used the Unforgivable Curse. Such a thing goes against his inner wishes, so no matter how many people wish to do so, he has always kept away from them."

"But now he has to do it. If he is still unwilling to take on this, then the so-called defeating Voldemort can only be a joke."

Grindelwald looked at Jon and said calmly.

"This is why I want to teach you something. I will never deny Albus's greatness, but people will have shortcomings. Being too idealistic is his biggest shortcoming. He knows very well that his biggest problem is What. But if that wasn't the case, then his name wouldn't be Albus Dumbledore."

"You have been following him in Hogwarts, and you will be unknowingly affected by his mentality. I can tell from the death curse you used at sea yesterday. The curse you used is It has been used successfully, but what makes you have such a firm desire to kill is obviously not the enemy you are facing. This is very bad and is the biggest drawback of using the Unforgivable Curse. Because your emotions are not stable, temporary killing Intention will allow you to successfully use this spell, but your memory will pass with the passage of time. Sooner or later, you will feel fuzzy about the memory and scene that made you have murderous intention. Once there is no way to be immersed in it, Then even if your life-killing curse is used, it will only make people nosebleed at most."

As Grindelwald said these words, he stood up from the chair. The long trench coat and black round hat hanging on the hanger not far away flew to him.

Jon saw him looking like he was about to go out and immediately followed him.

"Where are we going?"

Grindelwald did not go out the door. He came to the fireplace and pinched a small cluster of green powder.

"It's a secret place. Don't ask too many questions. Grab some floo powder and wait until I tell you the name of the place. Then you can repeat my actions."

He sprinkled Floo powder into the fire, and the originally orange fire turned into a miserable green in an instant.

Grindelwald walked into the flames where he couldn't feel the slightest bit of heat, and spoke extremely clearly at the same time.

"The Abbey of Rameau Hans."

The next moment he was swept away by green flames and disappeared in front of Jon.

Jon didn't stop either. He also sprinkled green powder into the fire that turned back to orange. After the flame completely turned green, he walked into the green fire and read out the name of the monastery.

In a barren mountain range in the far north of Norway, there are withered trees everywhere and snow that can reach people's knees. The only living creature here is like a crested goshawk gliding in the sky.

And on the cold mountainside, there is a dilapidated human building, which is an abandoned monastery. A tattered wooden fence surrounds the house in the middle. This layer of protection has no defense at all, like Any medium-sized animal can crush it.

Grindelwald took Jon out of the monastery. Every time they took a breath, a white mist would form in the air, lingering in the cold air.

Jon tightened his robe tightly. He was not wearing thin clothes, but suddenly coming from the warm environment of the principal's office to such a place, his body had not yet adapted.

Grindelwald seemed not to be affected in any way. He walked in front of Jon and led him out of the dilapidated monastery and into the dry woods.

Jon followed him, not asking about the destination of their trip. He was just curious about what Grindelwald wanted to teach him by bringing him out specifically.

Just when they entered this dry forest, Jon saw something hanging deep in the woods from a distance.

Those things were hung on the branches of dead trees, and each one was quite big. It reminded Jon of the bacon that was hung in front of his house in the countryside during the winter in his previous life to be dried.

Just when Jon's attention was focused on the "bacon", a thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him and Grindelwald.

This was a very old man. From his appearance, Jon felt that he was not much younger than the librarian in Durmstrang's library.

He was unusually short, as tall as Professor Flitwick, but thinner, and his old face looked like a scrawny monkey.

But different from his appearance, after seeing Grindelwald, he was extremely excited and danced in German that Jon couldn't understand.

"My most loyal and greatest master! You are like the stars in the sky! You guide the future of the wizarding world! Your contribution must be passed down forever! All wizards must thank your name before doing magic in the school."

He kept mumbling obscene compliments until he saw Grindelwald's hand impatiently touching the wand, and he honestly stopped talking.

"Sometimes I really want to sew your broken mouth shut!"

The dwarf old man smiled coquettishly.

"Then I won't be able to chant a spell to help the master. Let me use some of my spare energy and wait for the day when the master's ideal comes true, and then sew my mouth shut."

When the old man spoke, he turned his attention to Jon.

"Who is this child? Does it belong to the owner's relative?"

It was inevitable that he would have this kind of speculation, because even if Grindelwald became the principal of Durmstrang, he would never bring any children to this place.

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't."

Grindelwald had no intention of introducing Jon's identity to him. The dwarf old man obediently retreated to his other side, while not forgetting to observe Jon's face, as if he wanted to provide support for his guess.

Jon didn't understand a word of their conversation. After noticing the old man's gaze, he just smiled politely back.

"How many are still alive?"

Grindelwald suddenly asked the old man confusedly.

As they continued to walk deeper into the woods, an old man named Ramo Hans reported to Grindelwald with some embarrassment.

"I have been as cautious and careful as possible, but I can only say that these people are really too weak."

"quantity."

"Fourteen!" Hearing Grindelwald's voice getting calmer, Hans immediately said honestly, "Fourteen people are still alive."

Although I didn't expect to hear such a satisfactory number, the number of 14 still made Grindelwald's eyes become extremely weird.

"You really want to go back to the Arctic and study those stupid bears?"

Hans became visibly frightened, and he explained in a panic.

"This is really not a waste of money! Master! You know, this kind of research requires a large number of reference samples to add to it from the beginning! This is not something that five or ten individuals can satisfy! If we are lucky, maybe we are studying Important discoveries can be made with the first sample, but if you are unlucky, you will end up like this."

Jon couldn't understand the conversation between them, but the further inside, the more Jon could smell a strange smell.

The smell was not very obvious. The cold air and white snow covered and slowed down the movement of most objects, making the smell not dissipate as quickly as normal.

But gradually, the smell became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that no matter how cold the environment was, it couldn't hide it.

Jon frowned and smelled the indescribable smell. He couldn't help but think of the Eskimo specialty delicacy marinated puffins that he had seen in the article before. They would peel open the belly of the seal and put hundreds of puffins in it. In the seal's stomach, the opening is then sewn shut and buried in the frozen soil to allow the seal's stomach acid to ferment the puffin.

Wait a year or two, then dig it out again, take out the puffin from the seal's belly, and finally suck the puffin's anus with your mouth to suck out the fermented and decayed internal organs.

It is said to have a taste similar to bran and natto.

Jon had never tried this kind of anti-human food, but the smell of this food he imagined in his mind was just like the smell he smelled now, like fermented rotten meat. At first, he just felt smelly. But once you get close to it, it will make you feel nauseous.

When he got closer, Jon finally saw what the "bacon" hanging on the tree was.

It was indeed like the process of making bacon, hanging some kind of meat on a tree to dry, but the large piece of meat was not pork, but human!

People whose chests and bellies were stripped open one by one!

Just as Jon imagined that the bellies of seals had to be peeled open when making pickled puffins, these people also had their bodies "opened" individually!

Through the half-open and half-covered crack, you can vaguely see various internal organs that have been frozen into lumps of ice!

There is no white snow on the ground anymore, and there is a scarlet color everywhere like the Dead Sea of ​​Hell!

When he actually walked in front of this scene that was like a purgatory on earth, Jon couldn't smell the blood and smell at all. All these sins that were committed by demons were sealed in the ice and snow. Only this could be shown to the world. A scene that would drive a normal person crazy.

Jon recognized the faces hanging from the trees, floating in the cold wind like bacon.

These people are all the Death Eaters brought by the two brothers Rabastan and Rodolphus on the sea yesterday. Yesterday they were riding on their broomsticks and waving their wands to round them up, but now they have become Cold rotten meat!

Jon stared blankly at this scene for two or three minutes. During this period, Hans impatiently wanted to take Grindelwald forward, but was shocked by his cold eyes.

It wasn't until three minutes later that Jon turned his head again, his lips turned white, and he looked at Grindelwald with a look that was more difficult to understand and unacceptable than ever before.

Only then did he truly realize how cruel and bloody the title "Dark Lord" was, and this was the man who had walked out of that tower again after more than thirty years.

What on earth does he want to do!

I just discovered that the "Interrogation" chapter has been reviewed. The only one that was actually sent out yesterday was the 4,000-word chapter. No wonder some people said I broke the chapter. I obviously calculated the content...

Damn it, it was the first time I was locked up in a small dark room. I didn’t even know what the taboos were in this chapter. Today at noon, they released it to me unchanged. I don’t understand it╮(︶﹏︶)╭

Originally I thought I might be audited one day because of coloring, but this is what happened.

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