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An old and hoarse voice came from the door, and it sounded like he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"No, that's not right, you're not Albus!" For some reason, there was a hint of curiosity in his voice, "Who are you? How did you find this place, and you brought these two little cuties with you?
"Why don't you come in, or are you scared of an old guy who doesn't even have a wand?"
Kyle cursed silently in his mind.
Is he afraid? I guess he is. After all, he was the culprit who messed up the whole of Europe sixty years ago.
But compared to fear, Kyle felt more troubled. The person in the door was a huge trouble.
But we're already here... Now that we're here, we can't just turn back.
"Dumbledore is such a nuisance." Kyle muttered softly and reached out to open the door.
This is a room that is much smaller than imagined, not much larger than a broom closet. There is a very small window, or rather a larger crack, on the ceiling. The bright light that was seen just now was the moonlight falling in through here. It is also the only source of light in the room.
There was a thin blanket in the corner, with a skeleton curled up on it... It really looked like a skeleton, as if only a layer of skin was left on its body.
After hearing the noise, the thin body moved, and the skull-like face turned to look at him, and its eyes opened.
"Hahaha……"
Without saying anything, Grindelwald suddenly laughed for no apparent reason.
"Now that you're here... I knew we would meet again..."
"See you again?"
Kyle was slightly stunned, and all his previous emotions were suppressed at this moment, leaving only confusion.
"Have we met before?"
"For you, not at all." Grindelwald stood up with difficulty and leaned against the wall, trying to prevent himself from falling.
He glanced at Kyle again.
“Go ahead. There’s an abandoned barn south of Godric’s Hollow… It’s easy to find, next to a pine tree.
"Through the barn window, you can just see the attic of a house. That's Albus's home. If you go there, you'll definitely find him."
"Do you know why I'm here?" Kyle was confused and walked over to ask.
He was very sure that since he came in, no one in front of him had used Legilimency on him.
"If I say, I know, will you believe me?"
"Why not? You are Grindelwald after all." Kyle said. He glanced around and simply sat on the ground.
He didn't dare to take out his wand to turn himself into a chair. Even though the man in front of him was just a skeleton, he was still Grindelwald after all.
"Ha, how interesting, that stupid guy, what does he think he can change?" Grindelwald muttered to himself.
"How did you guess?" Kyle asked again: "...I would come here, and what do I want to ask?"
"If you could give me a piece of writing paper..."
"Forget it, I don't want to ask anymore." Kyle stood up and was about to walk out.
He just had a brain cramp. Since he had already got the information he wanted, why bother with this?
No matter how Grindelwald knew what he had to do, he couldn't get out of here, and it wouldn't have any impact on him.
If that's the case, then it doesn't seem to matter even if Kyle doesn't know this secret.
"Wait." Grindelwald squirmed.
Kyle quickly took two steps back.
"Don't be nervous, buddy. Do you think there is anything else I can do now?" Grindelwald said self-deprecatingly.
"That's not necessarily true." Kyle said calmly, "Maybe you just acted like that on purpose to make me let my guard down."
"If you had come twenty years earlier, I might have done the same," Grindelwald said. "Just consider it as a reward for saving you time. Give me a piece of writing paper."
He pointed to the bare thin blanket and a piece of cloth no bigger than his palm, "I really can't write letters on the bed sheet anymore."
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 828: Battle in the Forest
Although Nurmengard looks huge from the outside, just like the vampire castle built on a cliff described in Muggle stories, once you get inside you will find that there is really not much space here.
Even the entrance at the bottom was just like an ordinary classroom, with a staircase taking up one third of the space. It became even smaller when one reached the top, and it seemed that the only thing keeping Grindelwald company was that thin, bare blanket.
It can be seen that there should have been a bed sheet before, but it has been torn into pieces now.
Kyle hesitated for a long time. Perhaps because Grindelwald's current appearance was too pitiful, he took out a few pieces of parchment and put them on the ground. After thinking for a while, he took out a bottle of ink.
"You might need this, too."
In this place, even bed sheets are used instead of letter paper, and there is definitely no ink. When Grindelwald talked about writing a letter, it was most likely that he just smeared blood on the bed sheets.
As for how he sent the letter, Kyle didn't know, and he didn't want to know.
"Aha, thank you," Grindelwald grinned.
"You're welcome," Kyle said. He paused. "If you do anything extra..."
"Will you kill me?" Grindelwald seemed to have heard some very interesting joke and laughed, "I have heard this kind of words many times... Different people have said the same thing to me at different times.
"But you are the bravest one. Those people before didn't even dare to stay in front of me for one more minute, even though I didn't even have a wand."
"No, you misunderstood. I won't try to kill you." Kyle shook his head.
Grindelwald shifted his body as if he had not expected Kyle to say that. "So you're going to let me go?"
"I guess so." Kyle said, "You are a trouble, and I don't want to touch you for now, but if you use the things I gave you to escape, I can't just sit back and pretend nothing happened."
"So, what do you want to do?" Grindelwald asked with interest, as if expecting some interesting answer from Kyle.
"I will deal with Professor Dumbledore," Kyle said calmly. "Once you leave here, I will send him to another 'Nurmengarde' so that you will never be able to meet or even communicate with each other."
“Ha, ha, ha…” Grindelwald laughed twice, and fell back onto the blanket. “Your idea… is much more difficult than killing me.”
“No, no, it may be difficult for others, but it’s different for me.” Kyle stretched out his hand and used magic to manifest a golden line.
"Oh... Contract Magic?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to say?"
"The other side of the contract is Professor Dumbledore."
For some reason, the person in front of me seemed a little angry and clutched the blanket tightly.
But he didn't care and continued calmly, "Besides, this contract magic once saved his life. If I were to be thick-skinned and ask him to return this life, do you think Professor Dumbledore would agree with his character?"
"You want to kill him?"
Kyle felt the air around him suddenly become cold, as if countless knives were pointing at him at the same time.
Moreover, this shouldn't be an illusion...even though the man in front of him was so thin that only a skeleton was left, and even though he didn't even have a magic wand.
The cat-leopard and the leopard that had been following behind let out shrill screams at the same time, broke open the door and rushed in.
"Oh, Nundu, what a dangerous animal." Grindelwald said calmly, "You are very similar to another person I know. Like you, he is always surrounded by various magical animals.
"But do you think they can protect you?"
"I think it's okay." Kyle remained calm on the surface, touched the necks of the cat-leopard and the leopard, and signaled them to relax and not be nervous.
"Of course, I won't kill Professor Dumbledore. After all, he is my headmaster and has taught me a lot. I can't do anything to him."
Kyle said, “It’s just that I will take him to a place that is much bigger than here, with sunshine, forests, wide open spaces and all kinds of animals.
"It's just that that place can't communicate with the outside world, and I guarantee that even if someone turns the entire wizarding world upside down, they won't be able to find him."
"Then no one can stop me." Grindelwald said, his tone full of confidence. "No one can stop me except Albus."
"As long as it makes you uncomfortable, I don't care." Kyle shrugged. "At worst, we can all hide in there, and let you and Voldemort fight each other."
"Dog bites dog... That's too much." Grindelwald seemed to lose interest suddenly and lay back on the blanket. "Well, you win. It's a terrible threat, but I really just want to write a letter. I don't want to do anything else."
“I hope so,” Kyle said.
Then he prepared to leave.
"and many more."
Grindelwald called him again, "You should have met Wenda and the others on your way here."
"If you mean the people who followed you sixty years ago, I have seen them," Kyle said. "At the entrance of the forest, there were twelve of them, all of them extremely old."
"It's not following, it's cooperation... Never mind, you probably don't want to hear this." Grindelwald said, "Since you gave me the letter, I'll give you a piece of advice. When you go out later, they will catch you and force you to tell them how you got in here."
"I know." Kyle nodded, "They have been following me since I got here."
"You can detect them?" Grindelwald was a little surprised. "It's not that I look down on you, but Wenda was a leading wizard even sixty years ago, and she has experienced countless battles. I don't think she would expose herself in front of you."
“But we are not the only ones in this forest,” Kyle said, vaguely answering Grindelwald’s question.
"Well, it doesn't matter." Grindelwald grinned, revealing his dirty teeth. "It's good that you found out. This is your first test. If you want to save Albus, you must show your strength...
"Oh, by the way, because of Nicolas Flamel and Albus's masterpiece, Apparition is prohibited within a twenty-mile radius of here. Don't even think about escaping with a dragon, they will kill your dragon."
"But you don't have to worry. As long as you bring her here, I will save your life. This is the reward for Mo Mo."
"Can't I just kill them?" Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Although it may sound a bit boastful, I am quite strong and have even won the Triwizard Tournament."
"Kill Wenda? Good idea." Grindelwald sneered, "A wizard's wand will not rust and become dull over time, it will only become sharper. If you can do it, go ahead and give it a try."
Grindelwald stopped talking after that. He carefully dipped his hand into some ink and stared at the parchment in a daze, as if he was thinking about what to write.
Kyle also left the room, went back up the stairs to the entrance, pushed the door open and walked out.
After he came outside, he paused slightly, and a Billywig worm flew over unsteadily and landed on Kyle's shoulder, making a slight squeaking sound.
"Is it only nine people I can see?" Kyle frowned. "Forget it, it doesn't matter."
He couldn't understand why Nico couldn't just give him a key to a port near Nurmengard, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the trouble later.
"Really."
Kyle sighed helplessly, turned his head again to look at the tower behind him, took out the fire crossbow, and jumped off the cliff.
If the dragons don't work, then the brooms should be fine. Kyle doesn't believe they can be faster than the Firebolt...