The card draw starts in Azkaban

"Maybe it's not a trial, Foley, it's a very common Wizengamot meeting, but there are more newcomers."

Dumbledore smiled.

When he talked about something that no one believed, he looked calm and indifferent.

Foley felt a bad breath in his chest and wanted to speak, but in the end nothing came out.

Dumbledore also stopped paying attention to these boring people.

He glanced at the Hogwarts teachers and winked mischievously at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was speechless when she saw the principal's move.

How long has it been since this happened, and the principal is still like this.

Didn't he find that the atmosphere was a bit dull now?

Did he really believe what he said, was this a common Wizengamot meeting?

Seeing the naughty principal, Professor McGonagall sighed. The other professors had no reaction to this, except maybe Snape, who had an expressionless face and was full of disgust.

They have long been accustomed to the principal's behavior. As long as Dumbledore is here, there is nothing they can't handle. This is their confidence. Dumbledore's "naughty" and "relaxed" appearance calms everyone down.

.

No more nervousness.

Time passed by, and just when everyone was getting a little anxious, Ms. Bernsch walked in from the door.

The seat next to her is vacant.

She sat at the top and looked unhappy.

Before it even started, there was a commotion here, and a large number of veteran wizards started talking, seemingly wanting to give Ms. Bernsch some "suggestions."

These veteran wizards want to rely on their qualifications to point fingers at Ms. Burnsch.

Frau Bernsch looked at them sullenly.

Then she yelled.

"Hitter!"

She probably used another kind of magic spell, [loud voice], and the sound for a moment made everyone's ears roar. In this small space, they kept overlapping and coming back, turning into a huge and terrifying sound. Deng

Bullido had the foresight to cover his ears and avoid the sonic attack.

He looked at the somewhat embarrassed Wizengamot seats, especially the Hogwarts teachers' seats. Except for Professor Flitwick, who had quick eyesight and quick hands and protected his ears, he also covered the ears of the other teachers -

—But it was a little slow. In this small place, the echoes trembled, making everyone look extremely painful. Their actions were equivalent to making up for the situation.

Dumbledore quietly nodded his thumb at Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick returned the look to the Headmaster.

Both of them are like old children.

When Ms. Bernsch saw this scene, she suddenly felt even more speechless.

Even my originally very bad mood became slightly more tolerant at this time.

She looked at the people present, and she was still thinking of Scrimgeour.

Have they arrived in Europe?

Is it still safe?

…

There was a strong wind and snow, and two people in black cloaks lowered their bodies with difficulty and walked in the mountains.

Like two taut bowstrings.

This is a corner of the Alps.

The wind makes people unable to stand.

I don't know if it's because of magic or some other reason, but there is heavy snow everywhere on the mountain.

This winter has been particularly unbearable.

The wind is biting.

If they hadn't cast countless spells on themselves, they would probably freeze to death on the snow-capped mountains in this foreign country.

"That's almost it."

Dowey Jones shouted at the top of his lungs. There was no point in speaking quietly here. Even if the voice was louder, it would be blown away by the strong wind.

Aberforth stood beside him and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's much worse, there is nothing here, I haven't even seen a goat.

It is unbelievable that there is not a single goat in the Alps."

When Dowey Jones heard this, he was stunned, but when he heard the goat, he knew what Aberforth was going to say. He was worthy of being a wizard whose patron saint was a goat, but we were not discussing goats now. At that time, he also responded loudly to Aberforth: "Don't think about your damn goat, Aberforth, we may have to send a signal and use some magic spells to make the wind around you smaller, otherwise I will I'm afraid my hands will turn into ice cubes when they come out of my sleeves!

Also, I don't understand why your bar is called the Three Pigs Head Bar!

I thought you were going to call your bar the Goat Bar!”

Aberforth cast a spell, and Dowey Jones took the opportunity to set off a "firework" in the sky.

"It's so impersonal, you know what I mean, my bar, I can call it whatever I want."

Aberforth answered him.

Dewey Jones did not speak. He swallowed a large amount of painkillers - Muggle medicine. The sequelae he left in Azkaban made him feel like he was in hell. He wanted to scream. The brain still knows that it is necessary to take a large amount of painkillers, even though their side effects are quite scary, including damage to liver and kidney function, but this is not important.

As long as it doesn't hurt for the time being.

He chewed the painkillers and swallowed them. He also picked up the wand and used [Clear Water Like a Spring] on his mouth.

After a minute, which should be less than the time, the wind and snow twisted in front of them, and another wizard appeared in front of them. After revealing his identity, he hurriedly caught them, grabbed two people, and disappeared. here.

After a period of nauseating dizziness, they appeared again in a warm place.

A bar!

Thank God.

There was no place that made the two of them happier than this. In the bar with a crackling fire and a gentle light, the wizards gathered together and looked at these uninvited guests with chills all over their bodies.

"Give my guys something strong, they're freezing to death."

The person who spoke first said, and as he spoke, he took off his coat, revealing his true appearance.

This is a very thin and short wizard.

Ice cubes formed in the front of my hair.

He did not use magic, but stretched out his hand and crushed it. After watching the two of them drink a cup each, he pulled the two of them towards the house behind the house.

After entering the back room, the wizard sat on the bed and motioned for them not to be nervous.

"Just say what you have. Don't worry, these rooms are safe. You can speak freely here. And more importantly, we don't have much time. After you negotiate with the Magic Congress of America, a large number of people from the Magic Congress of America will The wizard quietly left the surrounding area.

In other words, except for the wizards you saw in the bar, plus one or two wizards on duty, Nurmengard does not have any guardians. Everyone wants Grindelwald to die, even Grindelwald himself. You don’t want to struggle, so if you want to do something, just hurry up, no one will stop you, and no one will be willing to fight against Voldemort for Grindelwald.”

He clearly said Voldemort's name. He was not a British wizard, and he had no deep-seated fear of Voldemort.