The card draw starts in Azkaban

Chapter 343 Believing it to be true

"I remember this thing, Grindelwald's magic. Hmm, are you actually Grindelwald? That damn beast, he was finally willing to come out of the castle?

I remember him, he was very good at pretending to be someone else, that bastard..."

Aberforth muttered weakly. He probably hurt his head. Maybe he didn't even know what he was talking about. His voice became lower and lower, and he almost fell asleep.

"What you say is so vulgar and unpleasant..."

Dewey Jones said that he didn’t know where he was. The wind was howling and taking away the little body heat from their bodies. This was not a good sign. In the Alps full of heavy snow, what they did

The result is that it turns into an ice sculpture.

Tomorrow they can be shipped back to England and put on display in a museum.

The two brothers lay on the snow, barely able to move.

There were two pieces of news. Dowey Jones wanted to tell Aberforth, but Aberforth probably couldn't hear it. He fainted. Dowey Jones put the last magic prop in his hand, and his consciousness began.

gradually blurred.

The good news is, they stopped Voldemort.

Dewey Jones gave Voldemort a lot of hard blows and hit him with several evil curses. As one of the representatives of low-charisma villains with a bad mind and a low profile, but with strong fighting ability (maybe because he is too ugly)

(for reasons), Voldemort is the most powerful representative sequence of dark wizards in history. He lacks a little bit in wisdom. Unfortunately, he is not inferior to others in terms of combat effectiveness.

Coincidentally, Grindelwald was also a dark lord who was so powerful that he could be counted. Two generations of dark lords fought against each other. Voldemort suffered several severe blows, but he did not die because of it. However, in this pure struggle for courage,

, he was afraid.

Because, "there is no need".

The two people on the other side will definitely die. They are unable to resist. He only needs to retreat a little and come back again, and he will see two corpses that have lost their fighting ability, and he will not be subject to a temporary counterattack.

As before, he is still the same Tom. He is not generous enough to die, even if he knows that he will not die - he still has one (two) Horcruxes, and Nagini (Harry Potter) is still alive.

Woolen cloth.

He chose to "temporarily avoid the edge".

Waiting for the prey to die on its own.

The bad news is that Voldemort's guess was right. The two people were lying in the snow, with a large amount of blood staining the surroundings. "I thought I would only be lame in one leg."

Duwey Jones said, he kept his eyes open hard, waiting for his backhand to come. When he saw a man wearing thick clothes, with eyes like tennis balls and ears like fans, appeared in front of him, Duwei Jones said.

A trace of smile finally appeared on V. Jones's face, a trace of real smile from the heart.

"Dobby."

He said softly, then closed his eyes and passed out completely.

Dobby is here.

Everything is safe.

…

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

Someone was constantly slapping and slapping Dowey Jones on the face, neither lightly nor hard. This made Dowey Jones clearly know that he was still alive. Dead people would probably not be slapped in the face like this - probably.

However, because of his coma, he could not feel pain, only a "feeling".

It felt like someone was tapping him.

The tip of his nose smelled mutton, and Dowey Jones did not open his eyes.

"To treat the great Gertler Grindelwald like this, Aberforth, when I wake up later, I will definitely give you an Avada Kedavra.

Stay in awe, wizard.

For the power you don’t know.”

Dowey Jones muttered without opening his eyes. Aberforth heard what he said and sneered and said: "I didn't expect that you really have some humor in you.

Rufus, you haven't shown this before.

Interesting middle-aged man."

The sound of his heavy footsteps on the rotten wooden boards made him move away from Dowey Jones.

Dowey Jones just turned over. Muscle tears, scarred wounds, and all kinds of old injuries and pains hit him at the same time. Dowey Jones had no expression. He could still feel this kind of pain.

Within the acceptable range.

In his words, pain is just proof of survival.

In the distance, a tall figure wrapped in a blanket was warming himself in front of the fireplace. This was the man who had been slapping him on the face. After he spoke, he returned to the fireplace, holding a cup in his hand.

"Didn't you say that my magic is the same as Grindelwald's? So what if I said I was Grindelwald? Give me some chocolate, Aberforth, that will be much better for you than the whiskey in your hand."

Dowey Jones stumbled over. He could ignore the pain, but he couldn't control his body. He almost fell into the fire, but Aberforth caught him to prevent him from falling into the fire and burning himself.

.

"Thanks."

Dewey Jones sat next to him and took a large piece of chocolate. Of course he knew who was saving people - he had prepared these things before coming, but he didn't expect that the crazy Voldemort would be so powerful. He was curious

Yes, what is this place?

He stuffed a piece of chocolate inside, and someone outside opened the door, letting the wind blow in.

Dowey Jones shuddered.

"Your conversation is not funny at all. You are not Grindelwald. What happened in the tower at that time? Where is Grindelwald? How is he?"

"Dead."

Dowey Jones squinted his eyes and stared at the fire. He heard the voice, the foreign Ministry of Magic Auror who brought them here: "Isn't this an obvious thing? Everyone wants Grindelwald to die. Grindelwald

Even if he died, you wouldn’t believe me if I told him I was Grindelwald, so where else could he go?

He can only die."

"This statement is not funny, wizard. We all know that Grindelwald is an excellent pretender. He has indeed disguised himself in various ways and caused an uproar in the Magic Congress. But over the years, he has been able to do so countless times.

Opportunity to get out.

The reason why he didn't go out was because he didn't want to go out. We sometimes suspected that he no longer had the courage to raise his wand.

This is a very important factor. He doesn't want to live, so he won't become you because there is no need.

So if he dies."

Auror used a rare long refrain, and he said with some regret: "We should go back, the situation of guarding here is over, everything today was done by your dark wizard.

It's none of your business.

But I didn’t save you, someone else should have saved you.”

After he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with his wand and said: "There are a lot of supplies under the floor. If you leave, you can take these with you. Also, there is magic protection here, so you don't have to worry about the dark wizard chasing after you.

As for what happens next, please wish yourself well. I have done my best to save you.

Next time I go to England, remember to invite me to tea."

He picked up his hat, gestured, turned and left.

Dowey Jones stood up unsteadily again, came to the table, picked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It would be nice if it was hot."

He coughed twice, and his bones ached: "Let's rest for two days. At least Voldemort won't find it easily here, so we can get some rest."

After a while, Du Wei continued: "After seeing Voldemort, I am even more suspicious of your brother. If he is really that strong, why doesn't he do it himself?"

Aberforth twisted his buttocks, and the wooden pile under him made a squeaking sound.

"You can go back and ask him," Aberforth said, "if you want."

"Yeah, I hope we can go back alive."

Dewey Jones was also wearing a blanket. He wrapped himself up and lowered his head.

Not far from this safe stronghold, Voldemort returned again. He followed the traces of magic and saw a large group of Aurors leaving.

He thought about it and finally decided not to attack this group of people.

He wandered around the abandoned prison, trying to find out everything about Grindelwald. Unfortunately, the fire broke out in Grindelwald's study, which led to something.

No scraps of paper remain.

Before Grindelwald died, he destroyed his "browsing history".

(End of chapter)