Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"I'll just go in alone." Malfoy placed his wand horizontally in front of Fleur and blocked her way. She obviously wanted to follow Malfoy into the room.

"But..." Furong hesitated to speak, her eyes hesitating.

"It's the most terrifying Dark Lord before Voldemort. Even if he doesn't have a wand in his hand, I don't know what will happen in this room later. Just watch it outside, and the Auror will come up. It can block them for a while." Malfoy was both a reminder and a hindrance to Fleur's behavior.

In order to be effective, he even said a cruel thing: "I don't want to wait to be distracted to protect you."

Furong's face paled for a moment, and then nodded, she distinguished the importance.

Tracing back to the source, they came here for a plan.

This is a very simple plan, except that Dumbledore proposed an improved plan. Originally, the old man should have gone personally.

Let him personally lobby.

At that time, Malfoy only reminded Dumbledore that to prevent Voldemort from learning the secret of the twin wand and the old wand, Grindelwald was the key part of the latter.

He knew a lot of secrets. The old wand was stolen from a famous wand maker, Gringovich. As for the saints under his men, they were also a powerful force and the object Voldemort needed to fight for. A force that cannot be ignored.

Malfoy's advice was only to protect the former Dark Lord from Voldemort's conspiracy, but Dumbledore gave even more bizarre advice.

Rescue him Grindelwald from prison and fight Voldemort.

"Don't you fear that the two will unite?" Malfoy asked slightly suspiciously.

"He is not Voldemort, I know him." Dumbledore shook his head at the time, but there was something hidden in his eyes.

The original plan was that Dumbledore would personally persuade his "old lover." But then the plan was disrupted, and the task was handed over to Malfoy.

The old man was still determined, even if he didn't need to go there, Grindelwald would still compromise.

"Arahho hole opens." Malfoy's wand swayed at the mottled iron lock, and a spark flickered.

"Hey." The iron lock hit the ground and broke.

The power of the years is too strong. It is said that the prison against Grindelwald was set up by Dumbledore himself and blessed by the imprisonment spell, but only a few decades later, a lock-opening spell solved everything.

Maybe someone thought about it, but no one wants to strengthen the defense here.

Who is going to be boring?

"It's been a long time since no outsiders have come here. The jailers here are used to putting food at the door. Are they here to seek revenge? Did you make out the movement just now?" The old man's voice was hoarse, facing the people outside. Say.

He has noticed that someone is coming.

"Whose offspring is that?" Grindelwald was sitting on the tattered wooden bed, his weak fingers scratching on the cold wall, muttering to himself, closing his eyes.

"I have the impression of hating my enemies, they should all be dead, but it doesn't matter, forget it, let's do it, anyway, I am guilty." Grindelwald gasped, and now it is quite difficult for him to breathe.

"The right hand behind you is not as honest as you said." Malfoy did not step forward, but stopped at the door and looked at the old man in front of him. The iron door behind him clicked, unexpectedly and consciously. Closed.

"Oh, as I am old, sneak attacks will be discovered." Grindelwald's right hand relaxed, as if he had lost something like a stick, and closed his eyes helplessly.

If someone is really stupid to think that the all-powerful Dark Lord will be arrested, he will die miserably.

Don't underestimate anyone's fighting spirit for survival.

"I'm not here for revenge, Mr. Grindelwald." Malfoy expressed his intentions, and he looked at everything in the house with the dazzling electric light that flickered outside the window.

"Here is a letter from Dumbledore to you, he said, after you read it, you will understand."

The lightning flashed and flickered, the light blue glare flashed out of the tower, and the thunder crashed. The lightning lightened the old corpse-like face for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.

Upon hearing this name, Grindelwald's thin hands suddenly clenched, but his body remained indifferent, as if dead.

There was a dilapidated table in the corner of the wall. The legs of the table were missing a corner. Malfoy guessed that it was the leg of the table, which was torn off by Grindelwald to temporarily serve as a wand to defend against the enemy.

The things on the table attracted Malfoy's attention at this time. It was covered with parchment paper. Compared to the rest of the table, the table looked neat and orderly.

Malfoy saw that Grindelwald had no response, and he was about to move there to check for clues..

"Stop." Grindelwald said coldly, opening his eyes.

"Why didn't he come by himself?" Grindelwald asked coldly, with a biting chill flashing in his eyes. At this moment, the old man seemed to be back in the era when all living beings were doomed.

"If I really want to leave, who can stop me? Do I need someone to save it? Newmondgard is a prison I built by myself." Grindelwald showed a hideous face, bloodshot eyes instantly.

An aura of horror rose from his body.

In the dying year, the dying male lion is still a male lion.

Only Voldemort, who is back to the top, will let his old and frail slaughter.

At that time, resistance is meaningless, and perhaps a slightly decent way to die.

But now, in front of him is just an ordinary student who is still underage, and his dignity does not allow easy desecration.

The parchment on the table stood up suddenly, turning into a sharp edge, shining with a cold light, and "swishing" at Malfoy.

"Why are you so impulsive at this age?" Malfoy lightly waved his magic wand, these blade-like weapons, suddenly stopped in the air, returned to the original path, floated back to the original place, and quickly restored to one. Stack neatly folded parchment.

It's more neatly placed than before.

"The magic is well controlled. Are Albus's students so good at this age?" Grindelwald raised his head at this time, looking at the blue electric light that was constantly pulsating outside the window, intertwined into a net, letting it glaring. The electric mansions got in between his slightly faded blue eyes.

He may be lamenting the passing of the years.

"Only in name. He didn't teach me any magic." Malfoy replied lightly.

"Albus, do you trust you very much?" He asked tentatively, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

"Maybe." Malfoy shrugged, not aware of anything else, such as the old man's eyes.

"I underestimated you..." Grindelwald began to cough heavily.

"That's right, how can someone who can replace him be an ordinary person." Grindelwald murmured.) Download the free reader!!