Germany, forest east of Nuremberg.

After Professor Binns asked where the Wizarding Prison of Newmengard was located, Maca set off as fast as she could. It's just that I'm in a hurry all the way, and by the time I arrived at the Zezabeth Forest, it was already that night.

The Newmengard Wizard Prison was supervised by Greenwald himself since the time when the strength of dark wizards spread all over Europe.

Once filled with wizards who opposed Greenwald's atrocities, it was the most feared darkness in the entire European wizarding world.

Ironically, when Greenwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he himself was left alone at the top of a prison once filled with blood and despair.

How many people are left who remember the terrifying wizard today?

The dazzling sun has given up its last rays of its splendor on the western horizon, and the moon hangs obliquely in the eastern sky like a silver platter.

Draped in the cold moonlight on her shoulders and stepping on her magic book, Maca flew quickly over a large dense forest.

“…… Newmongard. ”

He saw, in the deepest part of the forest, near the mountains, two towering vertical walls next to each other. And at the junction of the broken walls with distinct layers of earth, a cold and dark spire tower rose from the ground and stood in the center of the broken wall.

The towers are angular and the stone walls are clearly inscribed, but perhaps the spell used to keep the building intact has worn off over time, making it look a little dilapidated.

Maca flew at a constant pace, took out her staff and held it in her hand, her eyes staring straight at the tower, rapidly approaching it.

The cold wind of the night whistled in his ears, obscuring the roar of the beasts of the woods.

Finally, as she approached some of the dilapidated houses around the tower, Maca slowed down and landed in the clearing between the ruins.

Greenwald had made Newmengard his base and expanded his sphere of influence. Naturally, there must have been a place for his men to live and train.

After landing on the ground, Maca's body relaxed slightly, which was a little tired from the long flight.

Although he relied on the application of the levitation spell to fly with his feet on the magic book, he relied on his own physical strength to stand on it and maintain his balance.

Although this way of flying can maximize his Assassin-derived abilities, when it comes to flying for a long time, it is actually easier to fly with a broomstick.

After a short rest, Maca walked down the old road in the middle of the ruins, taking in the wreckage of the houses on both sides.

The wreckage of these buildings can be somewhat distinguished, and Greenwald trained the wizard army here in the past, which is obviously a very real thing.

All the buildings here have a simple and tough style. At the end of the wide road, in the open space in front of the prison in the Numengard Tower, there were even broken puppets used to train spells.

The traces of militarization are simply clear at a glance.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have affirmed a training plan like this!" Maca stepped into the empty training ground, as if remembering something, and shook her head slightly.

Didn't he try something similar during his brief school years at Durmstrang in the past?

"Gellert Greenwald, is it still on this?"

Maca looked up at the top of the tower, where the bright moonlight poured down from the sky, illuminating the entire Neumungard and the stone walls around it.

“…… He'd better still be around. ”

The fact that Greenwald might run out to make trouble did make Maca feel a little bad.

Greenwald was better at using means other than magic to his advantage. Dumbledore's former best friend and nemesis was by no means as easy to see as Voldemort.

Defeated by his former best friend and imprisoned in this tower for decades, what has become of the world-famous careerist?

"Come, stop."

As soon as Maca reached the iron fence in the middle of the wall, a cold voice came from inside the door.

"English?" He said with a slight puzzlement, "...... Was it the guard left by Dumbledore? ”

Professor Binns has mentioned that there are sporadic accounts of Newmongard that appear to be the presence of unknown guards. It's just that whether this is true or not, Professor Binns, who has always been rigorous and rigid in his approach to history, denies it.

"Bang!"

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

With a heavy muffled sound, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, and it seemed to be the sound of footsteps.

“…… Newmengard ...... Detention of felons...... Prison visits are refused. ”

The cold voice, which did not contain a trace of emotion, sounded again, and the next moment, a huge figure not much shorter than the high wall in front of Maca entered Maca's field of vision from the side of the iron fence gate.

"Giants?"

That's right, standing in front of Maca through the iron fence gate at this moment is a giant who has few remnants of modern times.

The giant was taller and stronger than the ones Maca had seen in the tribe of giants, perhaps nearly 30 feet tall for his surprisingly tall height.

Even more surprising was the fact that the giant was wearing a full skirt and armor, and even carried a long-handled mace that looked like it was very powerful.

In the Middle Ages, Muggle warriors used maces to deal with armoured enemies, but in the hands of giants, it was a complete siege weapon.

"Where did this Giant Warrior come from?" Maca craned her neck and looked at the behemoth who was five times his height, and couldn't help but mutter.

After the big and the young looked at each other for a moment, Maca opened her throat and tried to shout.

"Dumbledore sent me!"

The big man crouched down a little, looked at Maca closely, and then shook his head expressionlessly.

"Newmengard, no visits."

Probably because this guy could only say a few words, or maybe because he had been here for too long, Maca immediately realized that communicating with him was futile.

No more talking nonsense to him, Maca threw out the magic book and flew up again.

The giant, whose mind was almost full of fighting instincts, immediately picked up the mace and reacted extremely quickly at Maca as he flew over the iron fence gate.

This hammer completely demonstrated the giant's powerful physical strength. Wherever the mace passed, even the air currents were violently dragged, and the power of the void caused an explosive roar.

Although Maca relied on his masterful flying skills to dodge the mace's swing, he was pulled by the ferocious air currents, forcibly changing his flight trajectory.

Luckily, the giant's worst thing to deal with is a small flying bug like him. This was true in ancient times of warfare, and it is still true in modern times.

After correcting her flight direction slightly, Maca instantly regained her speed and flew towards the top of the tower under the giant's thunderous gaze.

"Whew-"

After avoiding itself, the huge clod of earth roared at him, and in the next second, the clod of earth smashed heavily on the tower, shattering into a cloud of stone debris and dirt.

Soon, the dust was blown away by the wind in the air, revealing the outer wall of the tower intact.

Glancing back at the giant, Maca saw that he was picking up another clod of dirt, and cast a spell that blew it up in an instant.

"Then again, how do giants train? Maybe I'll be able to look for Dumbledore's notes or something......" Maca thought as she flew to the window hole at the top of the tower.

There aren't many windows in Nümongaard...... No, to be exact, there are only two holes in the tower. One is naturally the main entrance to the lowest floor of the tower, and the second is the window opening on the top floor.

The window hole was quite narrow, about three fingers wide, and it was pitch black when you looked inside, and you couldn't see anything.

But on the stone walls of the tower itself, Maca felt a vague wave of magic, rejecting all outsiders.

"On the surface, it looks dilapidated, but in fact it is full of defenses?"

Maca reached out and touched the cold gray-black outer wall, and there was an immediate pinprick-like tingling sensation in her palm. He didn't withdraw his palm because of the sudden pain, and frowned and endured the pain to examine it carefully.

"It doesn't seem like there's any kind of defensive ......magic like the tower in Rowena," Maca thought to herself, then stretched out her staff and aimed it at the outer wall.

"Click-boom!"

He unceremoniously invoked the power of the rules, and the walls were immediately covered with a layer of frost. There was a cracking sound from the inside out, and the magic that had been held in place completely collapsed along with the entire exterior wall.

Throwing the frozen stone under the tower, Maca dodged into the room on the top floor of the Nyumengard Tower.

As you can see, this is also a prison.

Although this room has a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, etc., all the daily necessities that should be available. But on the other side of the staircase, there was a black metal fence gate on the other side.

However, at this moment, the fence gate is ajar!

"Did you really run away?"

Maca stared at the fence gate, standing silently by her desk. Behind him, the cold moonlight shone silently through the walls, dragging a long shadow in front of him.

"Huh?"

Maca turned her head sideways and caught a glimpse of a piece of parchment on the desk, which he picked up and glanced at cursoryly, and then a sharp flash flashed in his eyes.

"What is this?" He said coldly, "...... Threatened? ”

Before the words fell, Maca stepped on the magic book and spun out from the breach behind her, the parchment in her hand slammed down to her, and then raised her staff, and a pillar of blue-white light shot out.

In a furious roar, the parchment dissolved into chilly shards along with the infamous tower of Newmengard.

"That's the kid Voldemort was talking about......" In the forest in the distance, an old man in ragged clothes looked at the ice blue light in the distance, and his old face showed a hint of surprise.

"Is it really ...... 'unrivalable'?"