"You're back?" After Rolf entered the cultivation space, Rol stood up and said with a serious face.

"What's wrong?" Rolf looked nervous, afraid of what had happened.

Rol didn't say much, and shared memories with Rolf. This memory begins with the success of Rahr's apparition shift:

After Rohr successfully engraved the talent spell of Phantom Shifting, the spell model actually worked automatically.

Then came a whirling sensation, a bit like the memories Rolf had passed on to him about Floo.com.

He fell on the hard, cold stone floor, hissing and gasping for air, and when he raised his head, what caught his eye was no longer the small villa in the cultivation space, but the pitch-black walls.

What is going on? I was originally in the cultivation space, but how did I end up here? This is not the same space, how did I travel through the space?

But another serious question is in front of Rohr, what is this place?

Before he could utter his question, an old man's voice rang out from upstairs, with great alertness.

"Who are you, why can you apparilate here?" followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with white hair appeared at the top of the stairs, his clothes were ragged, and his white hair seemed to have been uncared for for a long time, tangled with his equally white beard, making it difficult for Rohr to see his face.

Wait, first of all, this is not Hogwarts, and secondly, it doesn't smell of seawater, so it's certainly not Azkaban......

Rohr quickly mobilized the common knowledge about the entire British wizarding world in his memory, of course, these common knowledge came from Rolf, so many secrets were also taken by him as common knowledge.

So this is where it is called—Neumengard ??? Rohr were already confused when they realized it.

"Aren't you Grindelwald, then?" said Rohr, who almost blurted out, for among Rolf's strange memories, there was a large part of his grandfather's memory.

Unfortunately, these memories are stories about Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

Grindelwald didn't say anything, just held on to the stairs, and motioned for Rohr to follow him back to his "room".

Strangely, there was no one along the way to this prison, only a bunch of empty cells.

"Aren't there guards here?" Rohr asked curiously, but he was greeted by a silence, and Grindelwald was clearly unprepared to deal with him.

Most afraid, the air is suddenly quiet......

In this awkward atmosphere, Grindelwald walked into his cell and closed the curtains as if he were a thief.

The sky was already very gray in Newmengard, and it seemed that rain and thunder favored the place, and when the curtains were closed, there was not much light coming in.

However, Rohr did not inherit Rolf's night vision, but Grindelwald also knew that this dark environment would make people feel very insecure, so he turned on the kerosene lamp on the side.

Rohr watched Grindelwald's series of manipulations, isn't this ...... A true portrayal of taking off your pants and farting? This is similar to the air conditioner being turned on.

However, it also allowed him to see his surroundings clearly, and the whole cell was very shabby, a tattered hardboard bed with a lot of insect eyes on the wooden parts, and a mottled table with paint peeling. Other than that, there is almost nothing left.

"It's a bit miserable," Luo Er muttered very objectively, but there was no sympathy on his face, but he was full of doubts, this generation of Dark Lord is so miserable?

"Introduce yourself. Grindelwald said coldly.

"Rolf Scamander, thirteen years old," he borrowed the name of Rolf very unkindly, after all, they were one person to outsiders.

Grindelwald asked with some surprise, "...... You are a descendant of the Scamander family?"

Rohr hadn't realized that his titular grandfather had a good relationship with the man in front of him.

"How did you manage to phantage shift?" Grindelwald continued to ask after seeing Rohr nod.

"Oh, that's a long story. But before Rolle could give a detailed introduction, Grindelwald interrupted, "That's a long story short!"

Luo Er was also choked after hearing this, touched his nose, and said curtly: "To put it simply, I was inexplicably teleported here when I was experimenting with phantom transformation. ”

Anyway, he didn't know how to explain it, so it was better to let Grindelwald guess for himself.

Sure enough, Grindelwald looked incredulous, and then reached out to Rohr, originally he wanted to dodge back, but he found that the hand was too fast to dodge.

I saw Grindelwald's hand clasp behind Rohr's skull, and his eyes widened like copper bells, "There is still someone who can awaken the innate magic of phantom transformation?

Although Rohr didn't know what his bloodline was, he knew that the status of house-elves in the wizarding world was not even as good as a cat, so he had to refute it.

"Why are you still scolding?" but before Rohr could say anything more, Grindelwald said tiredly and vicissitudes: "Forget it, no matter what, I want you to pack your things, where you came from, and where you are going." ”

Rohr looked at this generation of black lords who had completely lost their spirits, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, goodbye, I will bring it to Grandpa and Professor Dumbledore for you!"

Then Rohr was no longer to be found in the cell, and Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on his tattered cot again.

At the end of November, it was already winter in Newmengard, and from the window, a thin layer of early snow hung on the yellowed blades of grass, and a hillside looked mottled and desolate.

The inside of the cell was even darker and damp, and it was not pleasant for the cold to be wrapped in moisture and invade the flesh and bones.

There's no doubt that Grindelwald was a powerful wizard. Being strong means he has to live for a long time, but being lonely thinks it's really uncomfortable.

He lost his wand, he lost his army, he lost the handsome face of which he was proud, and became an old prisoner, shivering even in the bitter cold from lack of warmth.

Why don't people who are as proud as he choose to die?

Grindelwald had asked himself this question, but he couldn't answer it himself, but he knew that he didn't have the idea of dying for the time being, and he might still have a little nostalgia for this world. He couldn't answer what was going on?

The deserted Neumengard has nothing, he is really bored here. His gaze swept over the place where the strange boy had disappeared, and he saw a crystal plate that had been left there.

There is also a piece of paper on it, which is thoughtfully written: Try to enter your magic to activate the owl phone, and then follow the guide, and someone will help you get familiar with it.