"I'll just go in alone. Malfoy placed her wand across Fleur's side, blocking her path, apparently trying to follow Malfoy into the room.

"But......" Fleur stopped talking, her eyes hesitant.

"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 from the outside, if the Aurors come up, they can be blocked for a while. Malfoy's behavior to Fleur was both a reminder and a hindrance.

In order to help, he even said a cruel word: "I don't want to wait for a distraction to protect you." ”

Fleur's face turned white for a moment, then she nodded, she could tell the difference.

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

It was a very simple plan, except that Dumbledore came up with an improved plan, which was supposed to be done by the old man himself.

It was up to him to lobby in person.

At that time, Malfoy was merely reminding Dumbledore that Grindelwald was a key part of preventing Voldemort from learning the secret of the twin's wand and the Elder Wand.

He knew a lot of secrets, the Elder Wand was stolen by him from a famous wandmaker, Gringovich, and as for the saints who were once under his command, they were also a powerful force, an object that Voldemort needed to fight for, a force to be reckoned with.

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

Rescue him Grindelwald from prison against Lord Voldemort.

"Aren't you afraid of the two of them joining forces?" asked Malfoy, slightly skeptical.

"He's not Voldemort, I know him. Dumbledore shook his head, but there was something hidden in his eyes.

The original plan was for Dumbledore to convince his "old lover" personally. But then the plan was disrupted, and the task was given to Malfoy.

The old man was still sure that Grindelwald would still compromise even if he didn't have to go in person.

"Alajo Cave opens. Malfoy's wand flickered against the mottled lock, and a flash of spark.

"Quack. The lock slammed to the ground and snapped.

The power of the years is too strong, it is said that the prison against Grindelwald was set up by Dumbledore himself, and the blessed confinement spell was just a few decades later, and a lock-picking spell solved everything.

Someone might have thought of it, but no one wanted to fortify it.

Who's going to be bored?

"It's been a long time since outsiders have been here, and the jailers here are used to putting food at the door, so they're here to seek revenge?

He had sensed that someone was coming.

"Whose offspring is that?", Grindelwald sat on the tattered wooden bed, his emaciated fingers scratching against the cold walls, muttering to himself, closing his eyes.

"I have the impression that the enemies who hate me should all be dead, but it doesn't matter, forget it, do it, anyway, I'm guilty. "Grindelwald gasped, and breathing was quite difficult for him right now.

"The right hand behind you is not as honest as you say. Malfoy did not step forward, but stopped at the door, looking at the old man in front of him, and the iron door behind him "clicked", and actually closed consciously.

"Alas, if you are old, the sneak attack will also be discovered. Grindelwald's right hand relaxed, as if he had lost something, and closed his eyes helplessly.

If the people who came were really stupid to think that the Dark Lord who was so powerful back then would be captured, he would surely die a miserable death.

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

"I'm not here for revenge, Mr. Grindelwald. Malfoy indicated his intentions, and he surveyed the room with the glimmering electric light from time to time outside the window.

"Here's a letter from Dumbledore to you, he says, you'll understand when you've read it. ”

The lightning flickered and flickered, and a pale blue blinding electric light flickered outside the tower, and thunder roared, illuminating the old man's corpse-like face for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.

At the sound of the name, Grindelwald's wizened hands clenched suddenly, but his body remained indifferent, as if he were dead.

In the corner was a broken table with a leg missing, and Malfoy guessed that it was the leg that Grindelwald had torn off to temporarily serve as a wand against enemies.

The contents of the table caught Malfoy's attention at this time, it was covered with parchment, and compared to the rest of the place, the table looked neat and orderly.

Seeing that Grindelwald was unresponsive, Malfoy prepared to move over there to check for clues.

"Stop. Grindelwald said coldly and opened his eyes.

"Why didn't he come by himself?" Grindelwald asked coldly, a piercing chill flashing in his eyes, at this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to the era when all beings were in power.

"If I really want to leave, who can stop me? Do I need someone to save me? Newmengard is a prison I have built. Grindelwald's face was hideous, and his eyes were bloodshot in an instant.

A terrifying aura rose from his body.

In the twilight of his life, the male lion who is about to die is still a male lion.

Only Voldemort, who has returned to his peak, will let him be killed by the neck when he is old and frail.

At that time, there was no point in resisting, and perhaps a slightly decent way to die could be obtained.

But now, in front of him is just an ordinary student who has not yet reached the age of majority, and his dignity does not allow for easy desecration.

The parchment on the table suddenly stood up, turned into a sharp blade, flashed with a cold cold light, and stabbed at Malfoy with a "whoosh".

"Why are you still so impulsive at this age?" Malfoy waved his wand, these blade-like sharp weapons, and in an instant, they stopped in the air, and returned the way they came, floating back to their original places, quickly reducing them to neat stacks of parchment.

It's much neater than it was just now.

"The magic is well controlled, are Albus's students so powerful at this age?" Grindelwald raised his head at this time, looking at the blue electric light that was constantly dancing outside the window, intertwined into a net, and allowed the dazzling lightning to burrow into his somewhat faded blue eyes.

He may be lamenting that the years have passed.

"Nominally, he didn't teach me any magic. Malfoy replied lightly.

"Albus, do you trust you very much?" he asked tentatively, with some inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

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

"I'm underestimating you," Grindelwald began to cough heavily.

"That's right, how can the person who can come in his place be an ordinary person. Grindelwald muttered to himself.