Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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The sewage dripped on the sleeping hard board, making an upsetting movement. Gellert Grindelwald looked at the small gap in the ceiling dreamily, with no sadness or joy on his face.

The rainy night reminded him of many things.

"boom!"

Suddenly, thunder broke out, making an ear-piercing noise.

Gellert's blind eye shone with silver lightning.

He sat quietly, like a silent statue.

"boom!"

There was another thunder.

The gap in the ceiling seems to be cracked...

Gellert Grindelwald, this dying old man finally moved.

I saw him slowly standing up from the rigid board, easing his waist, as if preparing something.

"boom!"

The third thunder sounded.

The corners of Gellert's shriveled mouth raised slightly.

Time is up.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In an instant, the whole world seemed to come alive.

Newmontgard began to tremble violently.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sirens sounded everywhere, and the guards who were awakened from their sleep seemed to be confused. Only the flashing red light reminded them that there had been disturbances in this castle that had not been set foot in decades.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Their only war criminal who is responsible for guarding is about to escape!

"For help! Let the Ministry of Magic come soon!"

"Wait, shouldn't we go and see first..."

"Where is the enemy? Where is our enemy?"

After decades of calm, these guards completely degenerate into silverfish who only know how to spend time with poker and alcohol.

Nymongard, who used to be unguarded by non-elites, has now completely become a place for Ministry of Magic members to take care of their old age and earn their last qualification.

No one thought that Gellert would escape from prison, nor did he think that he would reveal his hidden ambitions again after 47 years of defeat!

"Farewell, my old friend."

The noise outside turned into a pot of porridge.

But Gellert was very calm.

He is like an old man about to travel farewell to his home.

Newmontgard is indeed his home.

It used to be, it is now, and so is the future.

He hopes that when his life is exhausted, he can return to this place-to this place that brought him glory, power, and humiliation.

"Huh~"

Taking a deep breath, Gellert pulled off his sack-like clothes, revealing his skinny upper body.He is like a skeleton, with no flesh on his body.

Standing quietly in the cell, his aura became different from that of the old man who was stunned and waiting to die.

In the darkness, he is like a torch that has not been completely extinguished, emitting the last light and heat.

"Stop, don't move!"

Rao is the instinct of fighting that has been smoothed out by a comfortable life. The guards are not stupid after all, knowing who the most important person in this prison is.

As soon as Gellert arrived at the door of the cell, seven guards who hurried over raised their wands and warned the former Dark Lord not to act rashly.

"You should know that this is futile. You can't stop me."

Gellert bent slightly, pressed against the door of the cell, and opened his mouth slightly, just like an ordinary old man.

He looked at the guards, with no hatred in his eyes, no contempt, only endless gentleness.

"Life is precious, my compatriots, every drop of wizard's blood is precious. I don't want it to flow for boring things." First Literature www.d1wx.com

His voice is hoarse and he has not spoken for a long time, which makes many words in his words intermittent, and he sounds a little awkward.

But for some reason, the faces of the guards suddenly changed, and the hostility on their bodies was inexplicably less.

"Be careful, this is a spiritual hint from the Dark Lord!"

The head guard gritted his teeth and reminded his companion loudly that the hand holding the wand could not help but burst into blue veins.

Bewitched, invisible magic!

He roared forward, pressing his wand firmly against Gellert's head.

"I warn you, if you say another word, I will make you look good!"

"Why do this, my fellow citizens, we have never been enemies.

You know, in these decades, I have never troubled you."

As if the touch on his forehead didn't exist, Gellert smiled without the slightest anger.

"Everyone who has the blood of a wizard, I treat him as a family member.

You should not be so rough with your family."

"To shut up!"

Gellert's reaction made the guard very upset.

Although he held the wand in his hand, but seeing that smile, he always felt that he was the one being threatened.

"Ha ha."

The old man smiled and really stopped talking.

But his silence does not mean the end of the matter, on the contrary, it means the beginning...

"Fainted!" "All Petrochemical!" "Fainted"

Except for the guard who threatened Gellert, three of the remaining six guards pointed their wands at their unsuspecting companions.

The magic light flashed, and the guard who put his wand against Gellert's forehead couldn't help turning around, his expression as if struck by lightning.

"How.... How could this be..."

why!

Why do colleagues who get along day and night suddenly turn back?

The guard took a few steps back, facing the three magic wands pointed at him, gave a wry smile, and dropped his hand helplessly.

Of the six colleagues, half of them are inner ghosts.

"Squeak."

The iron door opened wide, and Gellert walked out of the cell naked and barefoot—this was the first time he walked out of this small room in more than 40 years.

The three guards looked at the old man feverishly, breathing suddenly.

"I said, we are not enemies, you don't need to be nervous."

Gellert smiled gently and patted the guard on the shoulder.

"The reinforcements of the Ministry of Magic will be here soon, you can't escape here..."

The guard gritted his teeth, still an unwilling look in his eyes.

As soon as the Ministry of Magic's reinforcements arrive, this farce can come to an end.

"No, they can't come, and they won't know what happened."

Gellert shook his head, as if recounting the most common little thing.

After a pause, he raised a finger and corrected.

"Also, I am not fleeing, I just went for a walk. This is my home. I live here. The Ministry of Magic has never shut me down.

They understand this in their hearts."

When he spoke, he didn't care about the guard's reaction, and nodded friendly with the three people who met him.

"Thanks for your hard work, my compatriots."

"Mr. Grindelwald!"

The three guards seemed very excited. If it weren't for the enemies around, they might have all bowed to the ground.

"Let's go, there are still people waiting for us."

Gettler raised his hand and gestured without saying more.

"Hehe, I have been stable for more than forty years. I don't know how many old friends remember me."