Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Germany, the forest east of Nuremberg.

After Professor Bins asked about the location of the Wizarding Prison in Newmontgard, Maca set off as quickly as possible.Just hurriedly hurried all the way, it was already the same night when I arrived at Zezabeshe Forest.

The Wizarding Prison of Neumongaard, since the time when the power of dark wizards spread throughout Europe, was ordered by Greenward himself to supervise it.

It was once filled with wizards who opposed the atrocities of Greenward, and it was the most frightening darkness in the entire European magic world.

Ironically, when Greenward was defeated by Dumbledore, he himself was locked up alone at the highest level of the prison that was once full of blood and despair.

By now, how many people still remember the scary wizard?

The dazzling sun has already abandoned its last ray of brilliance on the western horizon, and the bright moon hung in the east sky like a silver plate.

With the cold moonlight on his shoulders, and his feet on the magic book, Maca flew quickly over the dense forest.

"...Newmondgard."

He saw that in the deepest part of the forest, near the mountains, there were two towering vertical walls next to each other.And at the junction of the broken walls with distinct soil layers, a cold, pitch-black spire rose from the ground and stood in the center of the broken walls.

The tower has sharp edges and corners and the stone walls are clearly carved, but perhaps the spell used to maintain the integrity of the building expires over the years, making it look a bit dilapidated.

Maca's flying speed did not decrease, he took out the staff and held it in his hand, staring straight at the tower, and hurriedly approaching it.

The night cold wind whizzed in his ears, covering the roar of the wild beasts in the forest.

Finally, when approaching some of the dilapidated houses around the tower, Maca suddenly slowed down and landed on the clearing between the ruins.

Greenward once regarded Neumongarde as his base and expanded his sphere of influence.So naturally, there must be a place for his subordinates to live and train here.

After landing on the ground, Maca slightly relaxed his body that was a little tired from the long flight.

Although flying with his feet on the magic book, he relied on the application of the floating spell, but he stood on it to maintain his balance, but it was all on his own physical strength.

This way of flying can maximize his assassin-derived abilities, but when it comes to flying for a long time, flying a broomstick is actually easier.

After a short rest, Maca walked on the old road in the middle of the ruins and caught the wreckage of the houses on both sides in his eyes.

The wreckage of these buildings can also be distinguished. It is obviously true that Greenward trained an army of wizards here.

All the buildings here have a simple and tough style.At the end of the wide road, in the open space in front of the High Tower Prison of Nyumonggard, there are even broken dolls for training spells.

The traces of militarization are straightforward.

"Speaking of it, I seem to have confirmed a training plan like this!" Maca stepped into the empty training ground, as if recalling something, and shook his head slightly.

Hasn't he tried something similar in the short schooling period in Durmstrang in the past?

"Gellert Greenward, is it still up here?"

Maca looked up towards the top of the tower, and the bright moonlight wafted down from the sky, illuminating the entire building and the high stone walls around it.

"...He better be there."

For Greenward, he might run out to make trouble, which really made Maca's mood a bit bad.

Compared to Voldemort, Greenward is better at how to use means other than magic to gain his own benefits.This former friend and foe of Dumbledore was by no means as easy to see through as Voldemort.

Defeated by his former best friend himself, and locked in this tower for decades, what has become of that world-famous careerist?

"The comer stops."

As soon as Maca came to the iron fence in the middle of the high wall, a cold voice came from the door.

"English?" he asked, slightly puzzled, "...is the guard left by Dumbledore?"

Professor Bins once mentioned that there are sporadic records about Newmontgarde that there seems to be an unknown guard here.Whether this is true or not, Professor Bins, who has always been rigorous to history, denies it.

"boom!"

"Bang...bang...bang..."

With a heavy muffled sound, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, which seemed to be the sound of footsteps.

"...Numontgard...the felon is being detained...the visits are declined."

The cold voice that did not contain a trace of emotion rang again, and the next moment, a huge figure less than the high wall in front of Maca entered Maca's field of vision from the side of the iron fence.

"giant?"

That's right, standing in front of Maca across the iron fence at the moment is a giant who has few survivors in modern times.

This giant is taller and stronger than the ones that Maca saw in the giant tribe. Judging from his unusually tall height, he might be nearly 30 feet tall.

What's more surprising is that this giant is wearing a complete skirt and even holding a long-handled mace that looks powerful.

In the Middle Ages, Muggle warriors used maces to deal with enemies covered in armor, but this thing was in the hands of giants, but it was a complete siege weapon.

"Where is this giant warrior?" Maca raised his neck and looked at the behemoth five times his height, and couldn't help but mutter.

After staring at each other for a while, Maca opened his throat and tried to shout.

"Dumbledore sent me!"

The big man squatted down a little, and after a closer look at Maca, he shook his head blankly.

"Newmontgard, no visit to prison."

Probably because this guy only knows these few words, or because he has stayed here for too long, Maca immediately realized that communicating with him was futile.

Stop talking nonsense with him, Maca threw out the magic book and flew up again.

The giant whose head was almost full of combat instincts immediately picked up the mace, and when Maca flew over the iron fence at high speed, he reacted extremely quickly to him.

This hammer thoroughly demonstrated the powerful physical power of the giant.Where the mace passed, even the airflow was violently dragged up, and the air-breaking might caused a burst of whistling.

Although Maca relied on his superb flying skills to avoid the swing of the mace, he was pulled by the fierce air current and forcibly changed his flight trajectory.

Fortunately, the thing that giants are not good at dealing with is the flying bugs like him.This was true during the ancient war, and it is still the same in modern times.

After slightly correcting the flight direction, Maca instantly accelerated again and flew to the top of the tower in the giant's thunderous sight.

"call--"

After avoiding oneself, whistling the huge clod of soil, the next second, the clod of soil slammed heavily on the high tower, and suddenly shattered into a piece of debris.

Soon, the dust was blown away by the wind in the sky, but the outer wall of the high tower was intact.

Maca glanced back at the giant, saw that he was holding up another clod of soil, and released a magic spell, which instantly blasted it to pieces.

"By the way, how did the giant train? Maybe I can find Dumbledore's notes in the future..." Maca thought, while flying to the window at the top of the tower.

There are not many windows in Newmondgard...No, to be precise, there are only two holes in the tower.One is naturally the main entrance at the bottom of the tower, and the second is the window on the top.

This window is quite narrow, about three fingers wide, and when I look inside it is pitch black, I can't see anything.

But on the stone wall of the tower itself, Maca felt a vague wave of magical power, rejecting all outsiders.

"It looks dilapidated on the surface, but is it all over the defense?"

Maca reached out and touched the cold gray-black outer wall, and there was a sharp tingling sensation in his palm.He did not withdraw his palm because of the sudden pain, frowning and enduring the pain for a close examination.

"It seems that there is no counter-attack defensive magic like the tower of Rowena..." Maca thought to himself, and then stretched out his staff to aim at the outer wall.

"Kacha-boom!"

He unceremoniously aroused the force of the rules, and the wall was immediately covered with frost.After a burst of cracking sound from the inside out, the magic that fixed it and the entire outer wall completely collapsed.

Throwing the frozen and cracked stone to the bottom of the tower, Maca slid into the room on the top floor of the Newmontgard Tower.

It can be seen that this is also a prison.

Although this room has beds, desks, wardrobes, etc., all necessary daily necessities are readily available.But on the other side near the stairs, there was a whole black metal fence gate.

However, at this moment, the fence door is half open!

"Sure enough, have you escaped?"

Maca stared at the fence door and stood quietly beside the desk.Behind him, the cold moonlight disappeared from the obstacles of the wall, and came in silently, dragging a long shadow in front of him.

"Ok?"

Maca turned his head and caught a glimpse of a piece of parchment on the desk. He picked it up and glanced roughly, then a sharp flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

"What's this?" He said coldly, "...a threat?"

Before the words fell, Maca spun out from the breach behind him on the magic book, the parchment in his hand slammed down, and then raised his staff, a blue and white beam of light shot out.

Amidst a violent roar, the parchment, along with the formerly infamous Newmondgard Tower, turned into cold fragments.

"That's the child Voldemort said..." In the forest in the distance, an old man in ragged clothes looked at the icy blue light in the distance, with a slight surprise on the old face.

"Sure enough, is it...'not a direct enemy'?"