Reborn at Hogwarts

Austria.

If you mention this country, most people may think of her capital, Vienna, which is known as the "World Music Capital".

This country in central Europe was once prominent in history under the name of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but suffered a lot in the subsequent history, and it was not until 1955 that it officially declared independence.

——In the history of Muggles, it is recorded like this.

And only those wizards who have experienced the dark tide that almost swept across Europe and America during World War II can understand the special meaning behind this name.

July 19, 1991.

In a snow-covered mountain range, near the cliff, stands a tall, black and forbidding building.

On the cliff in the distance, two figures appeared.

The moment he showed his figure, Ivan, who had wrapped himself up tightly, couldn't help but staggered back two steps, and squatted on the ground while leaning on a huge rock.

"vomit--"

A strong sense of vomiting rushed up his throat in an instant, and Ivan had the feeling that after he was stuffed into a rubber tube and squeezed desperately, he was shaken by his feet for ten minutes, obviously only for a moment However, he felt dizzy for a while.

After retching for five full minutes, this feeling gradually began to subside. Ivan panted heavily, staring at the place where he vomited - he hadn't had dinner before he set off, so there was nothing but a puddle to watch Nothing but water stains of unclear color.

Even so, he held his nose weakly, stood up with difficulty, staggered two steps to the side, and waited until he was far enough away from the suspicious liquid, then he relaxed and sat down on the pile of water. Snow covered ground.

Even if his body was cold, he couldn't care less.

Dumbledore stood by, but remained silent. Ivan looked up at him, and found that the old wizard was standing on the edge of the cliff, silently staring at the high tower.

From Ivan's perspective, he couldn't see his expression, but the boy could vaguely feel the old wizard's faint sadness.

"Professor Dumbledore." Ivan called out.

Dumbledore, who seemed to be immersed in a certain emotion, came back to his senses and waved to Ivan.

"Here we are," he said.

Ivan shook his head and took a deep breath. The chilly wind at night made him a little more awake. The boy stood up with difficulty, and slowly walked to Dumbledore's side, looking at the distant tower with him.

"There is Nurmengard." Dumbledore said, "The vicinity is protected by powerful magic. From now on, we can no longer use Portkeys and Apparition, and need to walk."

"Are you really over a hundred years old?" Ivan asked.

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise.

"Why do you ask?"

"It seems that your physical fitness is much better than mine." Ivan couldn't help complaining, "First Apparation, then the Portkey, and then Apparation again-this non-stop way of traveling will kill you of."

"Maybe it's because I'm used to it." Dumbledore blinked and smiled, "Isn't this your first Apparition? Just try more."

After finishing speaking, the old wizard turned around and walked down the cliff along a small path. Feeling the night wind whistling on the mountain, Ivan couldn't help shivering, and quickly covered his clothes and followed.

...

After walking for nearly an hour on the rocky, rugged mountain road, the old and the young finally arrived at the gate of Nurmengard.

This castle, built during World War II, was originally used by Grindelwald to imprison opponents. After the world-famous duel in 1945, it became a prison for Grindelwald himself.

Today, the place has become dilapidated. Ivan saw that the corners of the walls were covered with yellow weeds, and the walls made of black stones were covered with dust. It could be seen that no one had cleaned them for a long time.

On the top of the gate, there is a line of words that are already somewhat blurred:

"For the Greater Good."

"How do we get in?" Ivan looked at the half-open door in front of him, shaking slightly under the cold wind. The inside of the door was deep and there was no light, which made his hair stand up.

"Just walk in, there are no guards here." Dumbledore said simply. Then, he walked in first.

Don't you need a pass or something... Ivan thought, and hurriedly followed Dumbledore into the tower.

To his surprise, the cold wind gusts outside, but the inside is extremely warm. As soon as he stepped into the door, he seemed to have come to another world. After standing there for a while, Ivan could clearly feel his cheeks getting hot.

"Is this the effect of some kind of magic?" Ivan turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and found that the latter was busy taking off the cloak tied around him.

Facing Ivan's question, the old wizard smiled mysteriously.

"You'll know right away."

He didn't wait for Ivan to ask again, and continued to walk forward.

"...Why is this old man talking so much today?"

The two continued along the dark corridor.

The more he walked inside, the more Ivan felt the warmth and comfort of the room. This feeling reminded him of the air-conditioned room in his previous life.

After walking in the dark environment for a while, as if thinking that Ivan might be afraid of this weird atmosphere, Dumbledore took the initiative to break the silence: "I want to know, how much do you know about Gellert Grindelwald?" ?”

"I don't know much about it." Although he didn't know the reason for Dumbledore's question, Ivan thought for a moment and decided to answer honestly, "I tried to find information about him, but...it was too official and completely not objective."

Ivan saw the look of interest on Dumbledore's face.

"Aren't official sources enough to know a person?" he asked.

"Official information can only let you know what this person has done, but real understanding requires face-to-face contact." Ivan shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore, I think 'understanding' refers to understanding someone including A comprehensive understanding of character, behavior, etc., which is fully included, does not simply rely on other people's narratives."

The old wizard was silent for a while.

"Let's go," he said.

The two had been walking along the corridor for quite a while, and what appeared in front of them was a spiral upward staircase. Dumbledore took Ivan up the stairs, and after a while, they boarded the Nurmengard's topmost.

Here is the cell where Grindelwald was held.

It was the first time he came to such a mysterious place in the wizarding world, but Ivan had no time to pay attention to him. He looked at the familiar figure not far away in shock.

The other party also looked at him in surprise.

"Little, little master!" He stammered.

"Frodo?!"

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