Jon couldn't help but be stunned, and he quickly rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Because in the cell in front of me, there was nothing but a stone bed and a tattered blanket on it......

There are no prisoners on the stone bed!

What the hell, could it be that you are going the wrong way...... Or it just so happened that Grindelwald went to the door next door...... Or ......

Jon frowned, and turned-

Because he heard footsteps behind him.

A scrawny figure gradually emerged from the stairs behind him.

It was the old wizard who had just seen at the gate of the fortress with his teeth lost and weakened, limping over with a broom.

His movements were slow, as if every step he took consumed all his strength.

He ignored Jon and walked straight into his cell...... He placed the broom in the corner of the wall, and with some difficulty crawled to the edge of the stone bed, paralyzing on it, grabbing the tattered blanket and curling up in a ball.

......

"Hello!" Jon greeted with a respectful expression.

The old wizard's eyes peeked out from behind the tattered blanket, and after a few careful glances at Jon, he said weakly, "Excuse me, can you help me make a fire!"

It's June, and it's obviously not cold, but even though it's in the mountains, the temperature should be around 15 degrees...... The old wizard seemed to be shivering from the cold, as if he was in the cold winter.

Jon was stunned, then took out his wand, "Incendio!"

A fiery red flame burned in the center of the cell, raising the temperature several degrees Celsius.

"Okay, thank you!" said the old wizard's face, which shone slightly, and he half-sat down on the stone bed, no longer clinging to the tattered blanket.

"You just told me that you're the caretaker of this prison?" Jon asked tentatively, trying to make his tone as polite as possible.

"yes...... I am the only caretaker of this prison...... and the only prisoner in this prison......" Gellert Grindelwald replied calmly on the stone bed, "and there is no contradiction between the two. ”

"You're right, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Grindelwald. Jon nodded, "I just asked where your cell was, not where you are...... It was my negligence. ”

Jon Hart...... If I'm not mistaken, that's the name!" said the old wizard slowly.

"Yes!" Jon said quickly.

"Looks like my memory hasn't deteriorated to the point of incorrigibility, has it?" Grindelwald smiled weakly at the corner of his mouth, "I heard this name once a few years ago!"

Jon didn't know how to answer, he couldn't see any shadow of the once powerful Dark Lord in the old man in front of him......

The clumsy body, the wrinkled face, and the gray, sparse hair......

Any old man in a Muggle nursing home seemed more energetic and normal than he was.

......

"Are you sympathetic to me, little one?" Grindelwald's gloomy eyes suddenly appeared a little proud: "Hahaha...... It's so funny!"

Jon was silent, neither affirming nor denying.

"Hahaha...... I don't need any sympathy!" Grindelwald shook his head at Jon and continued to laugh, "It's not a harmless old man lying here...... He was the most brutal murderer of the twentieth century, the instigator behind a Muggle war and a wizarding war, and a terrifying conspirator of lies and dark magic......"

Gellert Grindelwald stopped his words and scratched his head slightly: "Sorry, I'm old...... Memory is no longer good...... I can't remember the crime they had set for me to fill two pieces of parchment. ”

"You shouldn't have any sympathy for me, maybe one of your elders, or the great-grandfather of one of your classmates, died directly or indirectly at my hands......" The smile on the old wizard's face faded away, replaced by an unspeakable loneliness:

"I'm just a loser, and sympathy for a loser is actually an insult to him!"

"It's not sympathy, it's respect. Jon said with a serious face, "It has nothing to do with ideas, it has nothing to do with success or failure, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong...... Albus Dumbledore is an elder whom I respect very much, and you were once his best friend, so you deserve my respect. ”

Jon spoke slowly, and the old wizard listened attentively.

When Jon finished speaking, he seemed to be stunned for a moment before he slowly spoke:

"I can't see that you're pretty good at talking...... Sit down!"

“...... As you can see, there's nothing else left on my side, and if you don't mind, just sit on the floor......" and then he added.

......

Jon sat down on the floor and sat by the fire, looking up at the old, frail old wizard on the stone bed.

"What's the matter with you?" Gellert Grindelwald's voice was soft, and from time to time he let out a few rapid coughs, "Ahem, ahem...... The prison doesn't see visitors very often. ”

"Why don't you think Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to you?" Jon couldn't help but ask.

"Albus is not going to come to me or send someone to me. Grindelwald smiled bitterly: "We've been breaking off our friendships for many years, even if he came here once a few years ago, he just sent his phoenix here to deliver a message to me......"

“...... Do you think we're still friends? No, not anymore! We've been enemies for a long time......" Grindelwald calmly explained: "I was the culprit in his sister's death, and his friends and students: Shackle, Taft, Finier, and many others, were killed directly or indirectly by me, and the death of Armando Dippet had something to do with me, he fell under a spell from me and died within a few years......"

"In the same way, the subordinates I trust the most, there is no shadow of him behind their sacrifices...... Rothschild, Abernesy and Goldstein, and if they had not died one after the other, I would not have been cornered in 1944-1945......"

"It was Dumbledore who persuaded Minister Leonard Munn to commute your death sentence to life imprisonment. Jon whispered.

"That's just Dumbledore's way. Grindelwald said coldly: "And I am different from him, I think that killing the defeated opponent in the simplest and most direct way is the respect for him!"

"So, why did you tell Dumbledore about the existence of the prophecy Magus?" Jon asked coldly.