Mount Kilimanjaro, Africa, 1913

A small town on the border with Tanzania.

Some sporadic fires ignited by the fighting light up the streets. The heat in the air was like boiling magma, shrouded in night. A row of war horses galloped along the mountain road, and the horses' hooves kicked up dust on the yellow earth.

The ponytail dragged a group of maidens, their hands tied, and they stumbled forward under the pull of the rope.

On horseback, British soldiers in black shoulder suits carried shotguns and torches, their expressions full of enthusiasm, and they were on their way back to the barracks.

Back on the outskirts of the barracks, the soldiers jumped off their horses, and a group of soldiers dragged several black girls along the mountain. The woman whose hands were cut off by the soldiers was disheveled and disheveled. The looks are quite beautiful, and some are not even adults.

These were Sukuma women, and the perpetrators were uneducated ruffians with eager expressions on their faces, obviously not the first time they had done such a thing.

The land was under British repression, and no one cared what happened to a group of black people.

At this moment, three war horses came to a halt from far and near, and on horseback rode three privates in blue canvas military uniforms.

One has the appearance of a teenager, with silver hair and fair skin.

A young man, tall, blonde and blue-eyed.

The last young man had black hair, blue eyes, and a stick of grass in his mouth.

The blonde youth on horseback stared coldly at the chaos in front of him, with no fanaticism on his face, only indifference.

The dark-haired man beside him, sensing the frenzy of his companion's calm exterior, spat out the grass roots and whispered a warning:

"Don't make trouble, Grindelwald, we have more important things to do. ”

At this moment, a girl of more than ten years old was dragged from under the horse's hooves.

She screamed, half of her cheeks bulged high, and she could see a clear slap mark on it, her right eye had been beaten and couldn't open it at all, and it was swollen to reveal only a slit, and blood oozed from her nose and the corners of her mouth flowed everywhere.

The crudely made clothes had obviously been torn by brute force, and the bare and dark skin was covered in scratches and blood, which looked a little glaring.

The man did not speak, but the palm of his hand holding the reins was already clenched.

The black-haired youth was still trying to speak, but an arm stopped him.

It turned out to be the silver-haired boy who was riding on the horse and turned the horse's head, "Hurry up, Gellert, don't reveal your identity." ”

Gellert glanced at his teacher, nodded, turned over and dismounted, and strode towards the group of soldiers.

Amid the wails one after another, a bald soldier was riding on top of the girl, writhing wildly. This is a strong man, full of tattoos on his neck, extremely muscular. He turned his head with a heavy breath, his eyes red.

At that moment, a black leather gloved palm patted him on the shoulder.

The bald man, who was about to commit violence, turned his head and saw a tall blond young man in an ordinary private's uniform, so he said viciously:

"What, German, I advise you not to meddle......"

Before the words fell, he was answered with a direct punch.

Bang!!

Flesh and flesh intersect.

He was beaten out of his nose and fell on top of the woman who was clutching her chest, and the woman screamed and crawled backwards.

The bald man covering the bridge of his nose quickly got up and roared, "You want to die, little brute?"

Gellert looked at him indifferently, took off his gloves, and moved his neck. Another punch was in his face, and the punch was so powerful that it smashed him and rolled him into the crowd.

At this moment, the group of soldiers who were violently captive all looked over. Like the fuse that ignites explosives, the desire in the air turns into violence in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere is unusually violent.

A group of soldiers quickly surrounded them, some of them without mentioning their pants, and the black turbidity swayed through the air.

The bald man got up and pointed at Gellert Grindelwald.

"Shoot him!"

"Kill this German!"

The crowd pounced on Gellert one after another, and the two soldiers grabbed Gellert's shoulders, and the bald man took the opportunity to smash Gellert in the lower abdomen.

"Kill him, eat his flesh!"

"Drink his blood!!"

In the midst of the frenzied shouts, Gellert broke free and did not hesitate to return the color. A kick on the bald man's lower abdomen.

Grabbing the arm on his shoulder, he directly smashed the two soldiers who restrained him over his shoulder to the ground.

The fighting in the square instantly became white-hot.

On the other side, the black-haired young man on horseback looked at the chaotic battle situation in the dirt, and looked at the silver-haired young man with a frown:

"You're so pampering him?"

Fatil, on the other hand, calmly struck a match and lit a cigarette: "He is my student." ”

"What about me?"

Jacob asked with some dissatisfaction, "Is it okay not to listen to my cousin?"

Fatil glanced at him, spat a cigarette in his face, and did not speak.

???? The chaos quickly became clear, and after Gellert took a few punches, he quickly relied on a counterattack to hit several Muggle soldiers, and his ability to resist strikes far exceeded that of ordinary soldiers.

Seeing that his companions had been knocked down by the blond youth, the bald man rushed to the side, grabbed a shotgun, and smashed the butt into Gellert's face.

Gellert didn't use any magic, he flashed the butt of his rifle with great reflex, and slammed his backhand into his jaw, and the downcut hit hit him with a gold star in the eye, and he fell to the ground.

Gellert did not hide the disgust on his face, flew forward, stepped directly on the man's chest, and smashed the big man's face with three consecutive hammers, punching harder than punch.

In the splatters of blood, the nose of the big man was smashed into the face. The enthusiastic cheers around him turned into a frightened trumpet, but he still didn't stop.

Even the young women he rescued had terrified expressions.

Fatil's eyes froze, he flicked off his cigarette and put his hand in his waist, ready to dismount to stop it.

At this moment, a roar was heard in the distance,

???“ Enough!"

I saw a short man in a dark blue military uniform and black high-top black leather boots walking quickly, he had a few gold stripes on his shoulder, he was an army captain, he grabbed Gellert's shoulders and pulled him away.

Blood dripped from Gellert's fist, and the white joints could be seen in it, and the bald man's face was blurred by his beating, and half of his teeth were missing.

"What's the situation, private brawl!"

The captain shouted angrily.

The bald man covered his face, stumbled up from the ground, and howled in pain, "Captain Hagrid, he did it first." ”

"Haven't seen a woman before, don't embarrass me here!"

The captain roared and kicked the bald buttocks.

"I'll be locked up for three days!"

A large number of armed soldiers streamed out from the other side, their faces were grim, and it was clear that they were not the rabble of the women bullied. The group of soldiers tied up all the brawlers present. This also includes Gellert.

The bald man was pulled back by two soldiers, and he roared with blood on his face: "German, you wait, wait for me to come out, you will die!"

Gellert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmly raised his middle finger.

This action caused an iron rod to be struck on his shin.

Cpt. Hagrid: "Be honest!"

He scolded Gellert angrily, but his eyes were staring at the silver-haired boy on horseback, and there was not much fluctuation and temperature in his eyes.

Fatil also looked at him, and sat motionless on the back of the horse. Gellert was escorted by two soldiers and pushed into the barracks.

The black-haired youth whispered:

"It's Noble Hagrid, the alchemist. ”

"You don't need to remind me, Jacob. ”

Fatil threw away the cigarette and turned the horse's head.

"I still know a little bit about my peers. ”

"So what are we going to do, are our plans going to change? if he finds out, our plan to find dragon eggs may be exposed. ”

Fatil looked up at the towering summit of Mount Kilimanjaro and thought for a moment.

"Don't worry, let's go according to the original plan, let's rest for a few days. Wait until Gellert finds the clues. ”

......

......

The confinement room of the army was pitch black, and there was a thick stench in the air, and it is estimated that some soldiers who had been confined in the past drowned in this kind of place.

Every day, except for a small slit that will open during the delivery time, the other times I can't see my fingers.

In such an environment, Gellert did not frown, his hands were flat on his knees, the darkness and loneliness waking him up. Thinking about his years at Durmstrang, he even felt that the place was a little intimate.

Although it was only a matter of moments for him to leave, he didn't, he still had his own tasks to complete.

I don't know how long it was, maybe one day, maybe days, the door of the confinement room opened with a bang.

A man in a brown military uniform and high-top leather boots appeared at the door of the confinement chamber, chewing candy in his mouth and spinning a military stick in his hand.

Gellert knew the man, Noble Hagrid. On the surface, he is a British captain stationed in Tanganyika, but in fact he is a well-known British alchemist, an alchemist who has studied biology quite a bit.

"Come out, Zorro. ”

Noble said lightly.

Gellert stood up and walked to the door, where Noble pressed his shoulder, his palm reached to his waist, and pulled out Gellert's wand and pushed him out of the door of the confinement chamber.

Outside the door, the sun is shining, there are a few small and white wild sheep on the yellow plain, and in the distance is a herd of zebras, which look white against the green shrubs.

In the midst of these scenes, there are discordant windings of barbed wire, and in the middle of the barbed wire sit hemispherical stone bunkers, some large and some small.

Among them, Gellert saw the bald man he had fought a few days earlier crouching high in the bunker, his face bandaged, smoking and looking at him suspiciously.

Some of the smoking soldiers beside him stood up and rudely gestured to Gellert with his middle finger:

"Hey, White Rabbit, I say hello to Cuenkato!"

"German, wash your mouth!"

"I'll stuff you with XX until you spit out. ”

Hagrid had no intention of stopping the ruffians, so he led Gellert all the way down the mountain road, asking as he went,

"You're very popular here, how long have you been in the army?"

"Two years. ”

Gellert followed the captain without squinting.

"Two years. ”

The captain chuckled.

"Yours is the case. ”

The two of them walked through the Muggle barracks one after the other, and came to the halfway point of the mountain at an altitude of about five hundred meters, where the noisy voices in the Muggle barracks had almost disappeared. More than a dozen birds circled and flew in the sky, leaving their fast-moving shadows on the ground

Gellert's expression was solemn, and a vague sense of snooping and a mental force field came from all directions, telling him that there was more than one wizard here.

In 1913, the clouds of war loomed over the wizarding world. The various factions and ethnic groups are fighting each other. All forces are engaged in a fierce arms race, and the wizard, as the world's most secret and cutting-edge force, is also not exempt.

As the two of them walked along the mountain path to a large stone arch, three figures wearing linen robes and holding crooked wands appeared. They were painted with colorful oil paint, and there was no emotion in their eyes. These are three African sacrifices.

"What are you doing, don't trespass on forbidden places. ”

One of the African rituals said in cold English.

Noble pulled out a piece of sheepskin and handed it over with a smile.

"I'm the diplomatic ambassador for the British Department of Magical International Affairs, and we would like to visit King Solomon's grave. ”

The black wizard with the pigtails took the sheepskin and looked at it, "What about him?"

"He's my subordinate. ”

Noble said very politely.

The three wizards moved out of the way, "Ten minutes, leave in ten minutes, only visit the cemetery." ”

Noble nodded, patted Gellert on the shoulder, and the two walked into the stone arch one after the other.

As soon as they entered, the arch rippled like a ripple of water, and the two were teleported to a clearing halfway up the Kilimanjaro mountain, where there was only a lone pile of stones, carved with a few indecipherable characters, which looked rather bleak.

"What did you bring me here for?"

Gellert asked Noble, "This doesn't look like the captain's office....."

"I'm going to cooperate. ”

Noble interrupted him directly.

Gellert chuckled in his heart, but didn't show it.

"What?"

"I know what you're looking for in Kilimanjaro, and I'm going to cooperate. ”

"I don't even know what you're talking about. ”

Gellert scoffed quietly.

"You think I'm a fool?"

Noble Hagrid sneered and pulled out a piece of parchment: "What a coincidence, I 'picked up' this thing from the tent of your three brothers a few days ago. ”

Seeing the sheepskin, Gellert's pupils shrank, and his eyes immediately became dangerous, and he stepped forward, but was immediately pressed against his chin by a wand.

"Relax, private. ”

Noble laughed, with a playful look in his eyes.

"If I say a word, the group of down there will come up in no time. ”

He shook off the sheepskin, revealing a dense layer of African indigenous script.

"As it happens, I'm a good learner of Swahili, do you want me to translate it?"

Gellert's face darkened, and he stood still.

"Dragons, the greatest creatures, the most despicable creatures, the darlings of nature, the most efficient weapons of killing, war machines. Only the most unusual and spiritually powerful wizards can harness it.

I send my last companion to the highest mountain in Africa, waiting to be awakened one day to bring the world to the country of my dreams, Agareth Vashak. ”

Noble: "Agareth Vashak, do you know who that is?"

Gellert: "A dragon trainer." ”

"The greatest dragon trainer in history, one of Solomon's 72 demon gods, had more than 300 dragons in his service at the height of his dragon taming, and in 1373 he alone could withstand an army.

Noble put away the parchment and pointed to the top of his head, "Africa's tallest mountain, huh? Don't tell me you've come all the way to Kilimanjaro for tourism. ”

"And then?"

Gellert sighed, "What do you want?"

"Cooperation, I can take you brothers to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, without me, you can't get here. As a reward, I need a quarter of the total harvest. ”

Gellert: "What if I say no?"

"I'll tell you your purpose to the group of guarding the grave just now, and let me say that there are still some ways of witchcraft in Africa. ”