Austria, an isolated island.

Surrounded by raging and boiling water, lapping against the rock walls of the isolated island, making a surging roar and rising waves.

There is only one lonely building on the island, but it gives people a sense of shock.

It was a tower, so high that it seemed to reach into the sky, and the black tower seemed to connect with the black sky.

Above the entrance to the tower, a line of vicissitudes of life is inscribed: For the greater good.

This is Numungard, along with Azkaban, known as the two major prisons of the wizarding world. But in fact, there are far fewer prisoners here than in Azkaban. Newmengard is being held by the Dark Wizards, who are truly the most sinful. The higher the number of towers, the deeper the sin.

And just then, a wisp of black smoke drifted from the distant sky, straight to the highest point of the tower.

On the highest floor of Newmongaard is a modest house. In the room locked by an iron bar, there was only one old man leaning against the wall, sitting on a hardwood bed.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was undulating, as if he was an old man who was about to look back on his life.

Suddenly, the little finger of his right hand moved involuntarily.

His eyes opened a tiny slit, he raised his hand, the expression on his face moved slightly, and he muttered:

"Is there another person who can catch my attention in Durmstrang......"

A hint of remembrance appeared on his face. Either way, it was his alma mater.

"More than ten years have passed, Grindelwald, have you still not thought it through?"

An abrupt voice suddenly appeared in the room.

The old man was not surprised in the slightest, he raised his eyelids, smiled and said:

"You're still alive, a bit of a surprise to me."

Black smoke drifted into the room, slowly condensing into the shape of a wizard without a nose.

"As I said, I have gone further than anyone else on the road to eternal life."

Voldemort floated in the air, blood surging in his eyes, and the strong fluctuations of magic around his body showed that his current strength was not as good as before.

"That's arrogant, Tom Riddle."

Grindelwald chuckled and shook his head. He was still leaning against the wall, as if it wasn't worth his move to move a penny.

"What is the point of living like a man and a ghost like a ghost?"

"More than ten years ago, I gave you the opportunity to go out. Now, I'm willing to give it to you again. Of course, the conditions remain the same. ”

Voldemort didn't bother to say anything about it, he clasped his hands on his chest and said coldly.

"I've been locked up here for fifty-two years, and my enemies have died one by one. Most of them died before I was locked up here, and most of the rest went ahead of me. Amary Brusdaunt was, and it was a perfect end for such a proud person. Now that Dumbledore was almost gone, the confinement magic he had planted had begun to loosen. ”

Grindelwald said lightly, "My old friend always likes to carry the responsibility of dealing with the Dark Lord on his shoulders, but in his heart he is no less loyal to the greater good than I am. There are many people who think that he is the king on the chessboard, but only I know that he is only the queen of the chessboard, and he will push himself to the altar for the sake of the king's victory. ”

"And you, Tom Riddle, you're just a student of Dumbledore, what makes you so compelled to be on par with me?"

Grindelwald's eyes suddenly bloomed with a brilliance as sharp as substance, and he said in a cold voice, "Is it the ridiculous title on your body called the second generation of the Dark Lord?" ”

"The reality is, I'm still alive, and you're just going to be locked up in this prison like a walking corpse, watching death get closer."

"It shouldn't have been your intention to save me, right?"

Grindelwald smiled, adjusted his body to a more comfortable position, looked at Voldemort and said slowly, "I think I still know you well, and I will definitely not tolerate another active 'Dark Lord' in the world......"

Voldemort's face changed. Grindelwald was right, he didn't care about the life or death of the original Dark Lord, but the man who borrowed his power made such a request to him.

"I'm not surprised that he took a fancy to you......"

Grindelwald sighed, "But can you be sure you're out of his control?" ”

There was silence in the room. The sound of the waves and the crash of the sea cannot convey such heights.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then said indifferently:

"So, is that still your answer?"

"Check it out to Durmstrang, there might be more interesting people there. I don't need you to meddle in my affairs. ”

Grindelwald said with a smile.

Voldemort's grim eyes scanned back and forth over him, eventually turning into black smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Grindelwald exhaled lightly and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside, Austria is as cold and snowy as ever.

……

The hospital wasn't too far from Norin, and within minutes, Norlin stepped into the warm room with the unconscious Campbell Ayman.

Mr. Ford, who was fiddling with his bottles and cans, turned his head when he heard the noise, and with a look of surprise on his face, he said in confusion:

"I remember you, you just came yesterday......"

When he re-entered the hospital a day later, Norlin suddenly felt familiar with the place. He smiled and said to Mr. Ford:

"Yes, sir. But this time it wasn't me who was hurt, it was my roommate. ”

Norlin placed Campbell Ayman's body on an empty hospital bed, his body was blue and purple, and there were some weird redness. Mr. Ford stepped forward to look at it and said:

"I thought you forgot what I said yesterday...... It's frostbite, poor little one. He can't sleep in the snow, right? ”

"Who knows."

Norlin shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Sir, will this injury have any effect on him?" ”

"No, kid."

Mr. Ford smiled, turned around and rummaged through his medicine cabinet, took out a bottle of powder, and said:

"This is a newly developed wound medicine, and I think it works pretty well. It is mainly used for frostbite or burns. ”

Norlin nodded, relieved. Then he reacted, as if sensing something was not right.

It seems that yesterday, he said the same thing, right?

Mr. Ford took off Campbell Ayman's robe and sprinkled powder on his frostbitten parts.

Under Nolin's astonished gaze, the festering wounds quickly squirmed and scabbed, and Campbell Ayman's face gradually returned to normal.