Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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Just after Voldemort had left England and went to Russia to find the secrets about the old wand, shortly after the trial against Malfoy ended, the Dark Lord's opponent did not stop his pace.

At the junction of France’s Haute-Savoie and Italy’s Valle d’Aosta, the seldom-visited Bianco peak is covered with snow all year round and the weather is cold for 9 years. Looking ahead, the mountains are white Covered by a piece of white snow, as if wearing a white sweater, the mountains are surrounded by hazy fog, and occasionally the winter sun shines through the layers, the tangled clouds and mist, and the faint light shines on the snow layer, reflecting brilliant The pale golden brilliance.

However, the sunlight has almost no profound effect on the white snow, and it does not change all year round.

And behind this unforgettable beauty, there are countless dangers. In recent years, some Muggles have come to challenge this daunting height. The occasional avalanche buried many people who dare to look down on the power of nature. Ordinary people.

But today, this mountain ushered in a pair of travelers.

If someone is here, they will be surprised involuntarily.

Because the age of the travellers looks so high, they are not suitable for challenging the age at this height. One of them is tall, with white beard and hair, spirited, and looks very kind, and the other has a dark look with a tall nose and a faint look. Can recognize his appearance when he was young.

What is even more surprising is that they did not carry any climbing aids, not even the most basic cold protection gear.

Both of them are wearing a somewhat thin and old robe, don't know, maybe they thought they were still alive in the Middle Ages or even earlier.

But even so, looking at their expressions, it seems that they don't feel cold at all, and they are relaxed, and they have to be surprised.

The former is a black robe, which is almost a black spot among the white snow mountains, and the latter is a pale green robe embroidered with pale red silk threads, mysterious patterns and symbols. Surrounded by it.

"Albus, I still don't know why you played this kind of death trick, at least it seems to me meaningless." The latter was dressed in a black robe, striding across the rugged mountain road. , The sharply sloping rocks and the cold weather had no effect on him, and he walked on the ground like a mountain.

Looking closely, he did not seem to have set foot on the ground, clinging to the winding road, leaking a gap of air in the soles of his feet.

Very delicate floating technique.

Occasionally, some bushes protruding thorns, before they touched him, were cut open by an invisible wind blade, mixed with soft white snow, and rolled down into the valley.

This seems to be an undeveloped mountain road.

The old man babbled endlessly, the white gas continuously spit out from his mouth, and then it condensed into ice cubes in mid-air and fell down.

"The so-called Dark Lord, the two of us can solve him together, and it will be extremely easy, I think it is not much harder than crushing a bug."

"He is afraid of you, he is not your opponent, otherwise he won't be afraid to attack you fiercely, if you add me..."

The old man behind him shook his head, and his silver-white beard danced along with it. He was shot down by the impact of Voldemort's Disarming Curse and fell into the other side of the curtain, Dumbledore, who was completely dead in the eyes of everyone.

"That's not enough, we can't completely eliminate him." Dumbledore avoided a huge rock encrusted with snow that was rolling down naturally, and followed Grindelwald.

Explained.

"And...Gellert." Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, and fell silent in the middle of his speech, his large robe rattling with the wind.

"Okay." Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore with a deep gaze, and didn't ask any more.

"I've been in jail for a long time, so it's time to come out and move around." He said to himself again now.

The speed of the two people on the mountain road began to slow down.

Grindelwald didn't know where they were going, he didn't know when, and he began to follow Dumbledore again, replacing him to lead the way.

He tried it, and using Apparition around here would consume more mana than usual.

When the two crossed a white hill again, Grindelwald's face changed.

"Muggle Deportation Curse? Are you coming here?"

Then he took a step forward decisively and found that the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and there was a distortion in front of him. It was ice and snow just now, and now he has turned upside down. The piles of trees are full of green, growing lush, lush and tall, enclosing the neighborhood. A line of defense that looked like a city wall resisted the severe cold.

It was in sharp contrast with the old dead branches covered with snow just now.

Some sluggish alchemy puppets, wearing armor made of gold, engraved with magic patterns in them, holding a long stick of pure gold in their hands, lying horizontally in front of their chests.

Several puppets bent down and were using broomsticks to sweep out the floating snow, or stepped on them to continuously evaporate the melted snow.

Bright gems are set in the eye sockets, acting as eyeballs, but they are still godless.

Dumbledore’s wide cuffs suddenly bulged, and after shaking for a few times, a phoenix all over the body sprang out from it, with a whisper, standing on the green grass, shaking and standing high again. The head took a few steps forward.

It was Phoenix Fox who had left Hogwarts for a long time.

"And you, the broken bird, do you really trust it? Give it all your life. What if Voldemort used Avada's life and it ran away?"

"Loyalty is mutual, and Fox is loyal to me as if I trust it." Dumbledore closed his eyelids and said slowly.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and looked at the proud phoenix with interest.

"It's a pity that Voldemort didn't use the death curse. You bird is considered a leucorrhea."

"Heh, disarming spell, it seems that the charm of the wand is stronger than your life."

"But in his eyes, your death must be an unexpected surprise."

"My old enemy for many years died on a disarming curse, how ironic it is."

"If it were my humiliating method of death, I might not die."

"Oh." Dumbledore sighed, not knowing why.

He did a lot of preparations.

If he can, he doesn't want to come here.

He led the way and walked to the most delicate-looking puppet.

Several white pearls are dotted on the belt, and many magic words that increase strength are also engraved on the wrist.

The puppet made by alchemy seemed to recognize the old man, swayed his metal body, and took the initiative to get away. In front of the two of them, a hard stone gate was raised high, first revealing a gap, and then completely turn on.

There was some scattered dust.

Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, and the dust was swept away.

The house is brightly lit, and the old-fashioned light bulb above the head blooms with an inextinguishable orange light, which is quite gentle.

Just as Dumbledore was about to take a step forward, he felt a hot sensation spread across the cuff on the other side.

"It seems that your student has any new information to report to you." Grindelwald seemed to feel the abnormality of the double-sided mirror and said suddenly.