when harry potter met league of legends

Germany, Nurmengard, top prison.

Sunlight streamed in from the window, shining on the ground and the only table in the entire cell.

A few slices of bread, a glass of milk, and a newspaper, these simple things constituted the tall figure at the table for a whole morning.

Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, who once controlled the entire German wizarding world, now lives a life close to that of a Muggle.

He now looks exactly like an ordinary old man, tall and thin, with a kind face. Except that he is still locked up on the top floor of this prison, he looks like an old man enjoying his old age.

However, when he picked up today's newspaper, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

This is not a German newspaper, but a British... Daily Prophet, the mouthpiece of the British Ministry of Magic.

Who replaced the newspaper here?

It doesn't matter - what matters is, what do they want me to know? Or do?

Wouldn't it be like what happened not long ago, where they temporarily changed rooms and then pretended to be escaping in order to achieve some political goals?

No, it won't be the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic will not give him information or discuss anything at all.

Grindelwald smiled. Those guys at the Ministry of Magic really regarded themselves as old men in their dying years - but in recent years, when there was any trouble in the magical world, relevant information would be sent to his desk through various channels.

, although those things were basically ignored.

Changes in the magical world are not easy to achieve, and those disturbances are not serious problems at all - even Voldemort, who calls himself the mysterious man, still cannot make changes. His slogans are hollow and powerless, and his vision is extremely short-sighted. He cannot understand it.

The past of the magic world cannot be seen, and the future of the magic world cannot be seen. They only rely on their strong strength to do whatever they want.

What's the message this time?

Albus is being forced again by the Ministry of Magic that he gave up on?

The guy who calls himself Voldemort is back again?

Or is it the British celebrating another Goblet of Fire victory?

Obviously it couldn't be the last one - that kind of trivial matter would not be placed on his desk. Nurmengard was the cell where he was imprisoned, and it was also the cell where he imprisoned the ambitious men under him.

As long as he is unwilling to go out for a day, those people will not leave here without permission, and the loser should reflect in prison.

Grindelwald laughed at himself as he opened the newspaper, ready to see what kind of dessert those guys had prepared for him.

The moment he opened the newspaper, he was stunned.

The moment he opened the folded newspaper, a very familiar face appeared.

Holding back his surprise, Grindelwald read the text on the front page almost word for word, and then quickly flipped back.

Relevant articles appeared in front of him one after another. In those articles, names that he was very familiar with appeared one after another. These names formed a long line and finally pointed to the name Albus Dumbledore.

A single report may be false, but a series of reports, unless the entire newspaper is made up news, can completely verify each other's authenticity.

"Wallis!"

A slightly suppressed voice called one of the guards, and the young wizard who was supposed to closely monitor the prisoners walked over quickly with an expression of admiration.

"Yes, sir, what can I do for you?"

"Any interesting news recently?"

"Karkaroff - the current headmaster of Durmstrang - he slapped the table on Dumbledore because Dumbledore caused a series of big events and messed up the Goblet of Fire match.

"

The guard thought for a moment and said in a slightly mocking tone.

"Anyway, there are rumors out there that Dumbledore is going to be Britain's Minister of Magic, so there's no way -"

Just when he was about to add an answer, he suddenly felt that the room had become colder. There was obviously no change in the sunlight, but the heat of the light itself seemed to be sucked away.

Subsequently, the walls illuminated by the sun began to crack, detach, and weather rapidly, as if there were countless time turners running on them.

The protective spell cast on the entire tower began to flash under the influence of this force, and then, like the masonry, quickly turned into sand and drifted away with the wind.

When the entire top of the tower turned into a flat brick floor, he suddenly had an illusion.

This tower is alive!