The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

On this slightly bleak little street, in front of the dilapidated red telephone booth, with a flash of golden-red light, the phoenix completely disappeared.

Jon bent down and slowly untied the laces on the half-new leather boot.

When using the Portkey, you don't need to hold it tightly, you only need a finger - Jon stretched out a finger and pressed it lightly on the leather boot...

It seemed that a hook in front of him jerked him forward with great force, and he flew off the ground with both feet. Flying forward like a gust of wind, I couldn't see anything clearly, and the portkey stuck my fingers firmly to it like a magnetic force.

After a not-so-pleasant journey, Jon opened his eyes—

He is now in a dark dense forest.

There was silence in the dense forest. Jon looked up, and vaguely saw the sun shining through the shade among the leaves, swaying left and right, somewhat dazzling, revealing an elusive tranquility.

"Portus!" Picking up the wand, he pointed it lightly at the leather boots, and a faint blue light radiated around the portkey and trembled slightly. Then Jon tossed it into his suitcase.

In the depths of the dense forest, there were faint howls; the strange cry made Jon frown.

The howling sound is not too sharp, but relatively low, so it should be the sound of a feline animal, not a canine animal... The frequency of this sound is also in line with the "Chimera" that Hagrid described in class Traits, Gryphon and Manticore are also possible.

These kinds of magical animals are very weird existences, and they are not easy to deal with... Jon hurriedly quickened his pace, took out his wand at the same time, and headed in a direction away from the sound, which should be near the edge of the dense forest.

As Jon moved forward, the surrounding bushes and trees changed from tall to short, from green to yellow, from prosperous to withered at a speed visible to the naked eye...

At the beginning, we could see relatively weak but highly adaptable magical animals such as tree monkey frogs or Hawklap; but as we got closer to the edge of the dense forest, we couldn't even see a caterpillar.

In less than twenty minutes, the surrounding dark dense forest has turned into a desolate wilderness.

But ahead, the tall tower is already clearly visible.

...

It was an eerie, forbidding fortress.

From a distance, it looks like a can tightly wrapped in iron... The fortress is on a not too high cliff, and within a few miles around it is a complete desert, except for the occasional broken Outside the ruins, there is no life to be seen.

Fortunately, in the direction of Jon, there is a rocky and rugged mountain road.

Walking along the path is better than walking on yellow sand and mud.

Climbing the hill with great effort, Jon was almost exhausted by the time he reached the fort.

However, he only discovered now that the fortress in front of him - the Nurmengard Tower, was taller than he had imagined.

The pitch-black wall is at least two stories high. Even after decades, the wall is still extremely smooth, and it is almost impossible to climb it.

At the same time, above the wall, there is a layer of light blue protective cover, just like those around Hogwarts... I am afraid that if someone tries to invade it from the air, the whole fortress will turn into a terrifying monster, devouring the intruders .

And the door in front of Jon is covered with spikes, which is intimidating at first glance.

"So how to get in?" Jon scratched his head hesitantly.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have worried about whether Dumbledore's fragile heart would be affected by seeing his old best friend. It would be nice to ask him to bring me here... It would not be such a troublesome thing to have an acquaintance lead the way.

However, it should be common sense to knock on the door before entering!

Jon thought about it carefully, found a place where the spikes on the door were not too dense, reached out and knocked heavily on the door.

no response—

Sure enough... It is impossible for this kind of prison that has been abandoned for decades to still have a janitor.

Just when Jon was planning to return to London through the Portkey, and then go to Hogwarts to find Albus Dumbledore.

Only a "squeak" was heard.

On the black door covered with spikes, a tiny crack opened...

...

The gate of Nurmengard Tower was opened.

An old wizard, standing behind the gate... he looked very old, skinny, and frail.

Holding a large broom in his hand, he barely supported his body by the broom.

"Albus Dumbledore is dead?" The weak old wizard grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth that had almost fallen out: "Are you here to announce his death?"

"No, no, not yet." Jon quickly shook his head and explained, "I just want to go to Gellert Grindelwald's cell... Sir, are you the guard of this prison?"

"That's right." The old man leaning on the broom nodded, without any emotion in his voice: "Anyone who wants to enter Nurmengard needs a letter of permission from Albus Dumbledore."

Jon quickly took out the permission letter he had just prepared at the Ministry of Magic from his pocket.

The old wizard just glanced casually.

"Why is the seal a little bigger than before!" He muttered.

Then he changed the permission letter into Jon's hands, and continued to raise the broom and began to clean up the dust on the ground.

"Gellert Grindelwald's cell is at the top of the tower..." He said without turning his head, "Follow the white line on the ground, don't go astray, and don't touch anything around you... …or at your own peril.”

It was only then that Jon noticed that there was a white line on the ground; however, the white line near the gate was somewhat blurred due to the dust; the white line in the distance was relatively clear.

And the old wizard with the broom was just sweeping away the dust around the white line along the way, and ignored the rest.

"Okay, thank you!" Jon bowed quickly.

"Come in, don't bother me with cleaning!" the old wizard said slowly.

...

Walk along the white line all the way in the tower.

The surrounding cells were all dead silent, and no sound could be heard; the entire Nurmengard tower was like a dead city, which was even more eerie and terrifying.

Jon kept in mind the words of the old wizard who was the watchman before, and kept close to the white line on the ground without touching anything... Along the way, the dust around the white line was swept away, making it easy to identify Some; otherwise, relying on the dust that has accumulated for an unknown number of years, the white line will definitely not be visible.

Ten minutes later, Jon entered the dark room in the top tower.

A very simple room, the window is a very narrow gap on the black stone, and there is a stone bed and a tattered thin blanket on it...

Other than that, nothing.