Shortly after Voldemort had left England for Russia to find the secrets of the Elder Wand, and the trial of Malfoy was over, the Dark Lord's opponents did not stop their steps.

At the junction of Haute-Savoie in France and Valle d'Aosta in Italy, the little-touched Bianco peak, where the snow is covered all year round, the weather is cold, as far as the eye can see, the mountains are covered with a white snow, like wearing a white sweater, the mountains are surrounded by hazy mist, and occasionally the winter sun wears through the layers, tangled clouds and mist, and the faint light shines on the snow layer, reflecting a brilliant pale golden brilliance.

But these rays of sunlight have little effect on the snow, and they do not melt all year round.

In recent years, some Muggles have come to challenge this formidable height, and the occasional avalanche has buried many ordinary people who dare to underestimate the power of nature.

And today, the mountain welcomes a pair of travelers.

If anyone were here, they would be amazed.

Because the age of the pair of travelers seemed to be so high, it was not at all suitable for such a height, one of them was tall, with white hair and hair, and he looked very kind, and the other looked gloomy and had a high nose, and he could vaguely 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 equipment to protect against the cold.

Both of them wore a somewhat thin and old robe, and those who didn't know it might have 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, which has to be amazing.

The former is dressed in a black robe, a black spot that is almost difficult to identify in the snow-capped mountains with a white body, and the latter is a pale green robe embroidered with pale red silk threads, surrounded by mysterious patterns and symbols.

"Albus, I still don't know why you're playing this trick, at least it doesn't seem to me to be meaningful. The latter, dressed in a black robe, strode along the rugged mountain road, the sharp and fine stones and the cold weather did not affect him in the slightest, and he walked on the mountain as if he were walking on the ground.

On closer inspection, he didn't seem to be on the ground, clinging to the winding road, leaking a gap in the air under his feet.

Extremely delicate flotation.

Occasionally, the spikes of the bushes were cut by an invisible blade of wind, mixed with soft white snow, and rolled down into the valley before they could touch him.

It seems to be an unexplored mountain road.

The old man babbled, white gas spitting out of his mouth before condensing into cubes of ice in mid-air and falling down.

"The so-called Dark Lord, the two of us can take him together, and it will be even easier, I think, not much harder than crushing a bed bug to death. ”

"He's very afraid of you, he is not your opponent, otherwise he wouldn't be afraid to sneak up on you, if you add me ......"

The old man behind him shook his head, and his silver-white beard danced with it, and he was knocked down by the impact of Voldemort's disarming charm, and fell into the other side of the curtain, and Dumbledore was completely dead in the eyes of everyone.

"That's not enough, we can't wipe him out completely. Dumbledore dodged a large rock that naturally rolled down and was wrapped in snow, and followed Grindelwald.

He explained.

"And... Gellert. Dumbledore seemed to think of something, and in the middle of his words, he fell silent, his wide robes rattling in the wind.

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

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

The two are now on the mountain trail and their speed is starting to slow down.

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

He tried, and using Apparition around here consumed more mana than usual.

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

"Muggle Expulsion Charm, you're coming here?"

Then he took a decisive step forward, and found that the temperature around him suddenly rose, and his eyes were distorted, just now it was ice and snow, but now the world has been turned upside down, and piles of trees are full of green, luxuriant, lush and straight, surrounding the vicinity into a circle of defense like a city wall, resisting the severe cold.

It was in stark contrast to the old dead branches that had been covered in snow along the way.

Some sluggish alchemy puppets were clad in armor made of gold, engraved with magic patterns in between, and held a long stick of pure gold in their hands, which was placed horizontally on their chests.

A few puppets are bending down and using brooms to sweep away the snow that has drifted in, or stepping on it, steaming the melted snow.

The brilliant gemstone was set into the eye socket and acted as an eyeball, but it was still godless.

Dumbledore's wide cuffs suddenly bulged, and after a few shakes, a flaming red phoenix sprang out of it, groaned, stood on the green grass, shook his body, and took a few steps forward with his head held high.

It was Phoenix Fawkes, who had been away from Hogwarts for a long time.

"And you broken bird, do you really trust it, give it all your life, what if Voldemort uses Avada to claim his life and it runs away?"

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

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, and lowered his head to look at the haughty phoenix with interest.

"It's a shame that Voldemort didn't use the Death Curse, and you are a bird with nothing. ”

"Oh, disarming charm, it seems that the charm of a wand is stronger than your life. ”

"But in his eyes, your death must have been an unexpected surprise. ”

"How ironic it is that an old enemy for many years died on a disarming spell. ”

"If it were me who died in such a humiliating way, I might not be able to die blindly. ”

"Alas. Dumbledore let out a long sigh, not knowing why.

He did a lot of hand preparation.

He wouldn't want to come here if he could.

He led the way ahead and walked over to one of the most delicate-looking golems.

The belt is embellished with several white pearls, and the wrist is engraved with many magic words that increase strength.

The alchemic puppet seemed to recognize the old man, swaying his metal body, and took the initiative to get out of the way, and in front of the two of them, a hard stone door was raised high, first revealing a gap, and then completely opened.

Splashed some scattered dust.

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

The house is brightly lit, and the old-fashioned light bulbs overhead shine with an inextinguishable orange glow, which looks 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.

"Looks like that student of yours has something new to report to you. Grindelwald also seemed to feel the abnormality of the two-way mirror, and said suddenly.