"Draco!" There was a thud, and the iron door that had been broken by the guard's magic was knocked to the ground like papier-mâché, and a thick layer of dust splashed up on the ground, interfering with the human vision.

Fleur rushed in as soon as she heard a noise inside, shouting anxiously.

Then she barely saw through the dust, and the two seemed to be in a state of confrontation at this time.

"And a helper?" Grindelwald's cloudy eyes flashed with a cruel glint as he raised his arm, a new magic brewing.

"Fluorescent flickering. Fleur raised her wand and cast the spell faster than Grindelwald.

A brief burst of light filled the room, as if a flare had been thrown into it, causing Grindelwald to subconsciously close his eyes and stop the magic in his hand.

When people are in the dark for a long time and are exposed to sharp bright light, they will subconsciously close their eyes.

However, Malfoy did not take this opportunity to subdue Grindelwald, but waited quietly for him to regroup.

Perhaps due to the pain, the old man let out a long sigh and accepted his defeat.

They all regained their sight.

"Are you alright? Draco. Fleur leaned over and asked with concern.

"It's fine. Malfoy shook his head, then continued to focus on the old man in front of him.

Grindelwald looked at the two of them carefully, and after a long time, his guard finally relaxed, and the muscles on his face relaxed, perhaps resigned to his fate.

"Come on, convince me. The old man's low, hoarse voice rang out, and he said this, in fact, on his behalf.

But Malfoy didn't make any new moves.

Grindelwald's abrupt change made Malfoy wonder, why the previous demon king, who was still trapped and ready to fight to the death, was suddenly willing to compromise, he didn't believe that he was really convinced.

He looked at the old man cautiously, wondering what had caused him to change his mind.

He began to think back to what had just happened, and wondered why Grindelwald had changed his mind.

The change was so abrupt.

"What's wrong?" Fleur whispered in Malfoy's ear, she wondering why he stopped.

The girl's ethereal and melodious voice seemed to be an unlocking key, and with a "Gada", the firm lock was opened, and the reason for hiding in the box was clarified.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally figured it out.

"Old bee, this is ridiculous. Malfoy said to Dumbledore.

He now knew why Dumbledore had gone to the trouble of asking him to bring Fleur.

The goal of the two people is too big, and although the girl's strength is not weak, it can't be regarded as a big help, and it almost doesn't contribute to the whole journey at all.

But in the last hurdle, it played a decisive role.

Malfoy needed a female companion who would keep Grindelwald from feeling "jealous".

Grindelwald's change of attitude began when the girl entered the door, and Fleur's concern and approach just now may be the source of Grindelwald's ability to extinguish the fire of "jealousy".

He finally understood what the complicated emotions in Grindelwald's eyes were just now.

Thinking that he might have been misunderstood, Malfoy's eyebrows quickly twitched.

The old man was afraid that his old man would be jealous, but it was really painstaking.

"He said you'd go to his request when you saw it. Malfoy didn't hesitate any longer, let go of the envelope in his hand, and threw it at Grindelwald.

The brown envelope dissolved in the air and dissipated, leaving only a letter made of parchment.

"Is he so confident?" Grindelwald disdainfully took the parchment and looked at it.

The look of disdain disappeared.

Then his expression changed, and joy, guilt, and anger flashed in him.

"Interesting. The old man muttered.

"This is a contract that uses ancient magic, and it has a more terrifying effect than an unbreakable oath, not only must both agree to the contract, but also the blood of the two contractors must be used as a medium to be established, and once established, even if it is dead, the soul must abide by the restrictions of the contract. Grindelwald's lips twitched.

I don't know if I was talking to myself, or if I deliberately explained it to the two.

There was a faint glow of blood red on it, and if it was as he said, it might be Dumbledore's blood.

Grindelwald's face finally regained its composure, and then the thin, almost withered palm immediately slammed into a sharp burr on the wall, pulling out a narrow gap.

His actions showed that he accepted it.

A dull red stream of blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the parchment roll, like a bottomless pit eating away at his blood.

A blinding light flickered wildly above the parchment, nearly illuminating the dimly lit room.

"Restored!" the old man's voice rang out.

The wound on Grindelwald's hand healed, but his already weak face was now paler.

Even without a wand, this little spell was still a breeze for him.

"This is a potion for you. Seeing that the contract was completed, Malfoy waved his wand, and a transparent glass bottle slowly stopped in front of Grindelwald in midair.

Produced by Severus Snape.

"And your wand. A long, narrow wooden box carved with black patterns fluttered at Grindelwald's feet.

Grindelwald raised his head without hesitation and drank the potion, his wand seemed to sense its long-lost master's call, and with a "whoosh" sound, it flew into his palm. ”

"Potions are good. He said approvingly, feeling an active, long-lost, vibrant force spreading from all parts of his body, and his old and almost decaying body gradually regained its vitality.

"You can go. Grindelwald sighed and looked around, this cramped, dark cell that had taken away his freedom for decades, he was finally leaving.

"Draco?" Fleur asked quietly, an inquiring look over her eyes.

"Let's go first. Malfoy nodded slightly. "The German Ministry of Magic's Aurence will come later. ”

"I'll give you another ride. Grindelwald sighed again, and with a wave of his wand, the masonry at the top of the tower began to disintegrate, separate, and then put back together piece by piece, a series of wide stone steps from the prison to the bottom of the tower.

Everything is weightless.

"Do you still want to get caught up in the rain here?" said Grindelwald, his voice no longer hoarse, but much thicker.

The ceiling had been used as a staircase, and the trio were now exposed to a fierce storm.

"Then we're one step ahead. Malfoy nodded, and then quickly left with Fleur on the stairs.

They also had to find a way to evade the German Ministry of Magic.

"Boom!", terrifying lightning and thunder flashed from the pitch-black clouds one after another, naturally showing his power and terror at this time, the dense light blue electric snake twisted his body in the black clouds, and the powerful voltage gathered at the top of this tower at this moment.

Countless electric snakes gathered into an unusually thick electric light, as if pulled by an invisible guiding force, and shot towards the top of the tower like lightning.

The spire was struck, and the hard building shattered in an instant, and the solid stone was so small under the power of the thunder and lightning that the extremely dazzling thunder and lightning instantly illuminated the entire island, like day.

"Freedom? Beyond this cage, where is there no new shackle?" Grindelwald stood in the middle of the ruins, took a deep breath of fresh, moist air that had not been seen for a long time, and jumped from the top of the tower without hesitation, falling vertically against the surface of the tower, the wind and the rain howling together, the height of the black tower was intimidating, but the wizard did not care, laughing wildly, as if cheering for his freedom.