Voldemort looked at him nonchalantly, playing with his wand.

Snape replied honestly, "Dumbledore hasn't been at Hogwarts lately. ”

"Oh?" Voldemort's eyes flickered to think of Potter, and the bright light in his eyes dissipated, "Isn't it at Hogwarts?" ”

Snape nodded, "Master, do you want to do something to Hogwarts?" ”

He saw it, and pointed it out.

Voldemort did not reply, and only sat quietly.

After a few moments, he tapped the table, and a piece of parchment flew out of the drawer and was revealed to Snape, "Severus, do you remember this?" ”

"The Three Hallows." Snape read the words aloud.

Voldemort's jaw: "That's right, the Three Hallows." ”

He stood up and walked gently to Snape's side, his tone serious and sincere, "My dear Severus, my most powerful friend, I trust you very much. ”

"So there are some things that I can't hide from you."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "I am reluctant to admit that the most serious issue before us, Severus, has not yet fully recovered to its prime, although I have now felt how great the power within me is, and how terrible the knowledge I have had. ”

"But I have to admit that Potter and Dumbledore are both opponents of my level."

"They're as strong as I am."

"But there are two of them, and I only have one."

"Do you understand what I mean? Severus, I need help. ”

Speaking of this, Voldemort turned around, his eyes were scarlet, staring at the parchment, flashing with a greedy and burning expression: "The Three Hallows of Death, the three treasures that can obtain the power of the Grim Reaper after mastering them. ”

"The ring of the Gaunt family is the resurrection stone, but it's a pity that I knew it too late and couldn't keep it."

He turned back and looked at Snape, "Severus, the Resurrection Stone is in Dumbledore's hand." ”

"He and Grindelwald have also pursued the Three Hallows together, and as the ultimate winner, the Hallows they found should also be in Dumbledore's hands."

"One, or two."

"Help me find it, I haven't shown up yet."

Snape knelt down and, without hesitation, immediately agreed: "All will be in accordance with your great will." ”

Voldemort tilted his head and looked out the window, his scarlet eyes shining with light, as clear as rubies.

His gaze crossed the Dover Strait to the other side of the vast ocean.

A black-robed man walked in a hurry, walking in the lofty mountains, the mountain road was rugged, and he walked with difficulty.

Layer upon layer of magic was dispelled by him.

Finally, when the moon rose and hung in the middle of the sky, the black-robed man finally saw a castle that was almost standing with the mountain, so black that it was the same color as the surrounding mountains, and the top of the tower was sharp, like a knife, and the cold light flickered, which was terrifying.

Wangshan ran a dead horse.

By the time you get to the castle, the sun is about to rise.

Newmongard.

A prison once on par with Azkaban - Azkaban, of course, because of the Dementors and Newmengard for Grindelwald, was once the place where the powerful dark wizard held all the rebels, and ironically, the prison is now his own prison.

Entrance to the prison.

The walls that have been unprotected for a long time still look as clean as new, and the words engraved on them are as cold as they were decades ago.

"For the greater good."

The black-robed man stared at it for a long time before he stepped forward and continued to walk inside.

Newmengard had been abandoned for a long time, and the spiders had made webs in it, and the cells could be seen to have been inhabited a long time ago, and now even the skin of toothpaste had already been soaked into the floor, and the sound of footsteps was crisp, clear, and echoed back and forth in the empty room.

It's a substandard prison.

There are no jailers.

There are no magic traps either.

There was only a spell that permeated the castle - a miniature miniature, but this spell was of no use, the door of the prison was open, and the people in the prison could get out at any time.

After more than half an hour, he walked to the top floor of the castle.

There's finally something other than desolation.

The corridor was clean and clean, and the door of the hut at the end was ajar, and the black-robed man stood in the doorway, peeking inside.

A hardwood bed, a desk, and a few books are all fairy tale books like "The Stories of Peter the Poet".

"Guests from afar, don't you come in?" English with a strong accent came out of the room.

The black-robed man walked in and greeted the man sitting on the bed respectfully: "Praise you, great dark wizard Grindelwald, the servant carries the will of his great master, the Dark Lord, to bring you a greeting." ”

He took off his hood, revealing a pale, immature face, short blond-brown hair, and handsome.

The old man on the bed had smooth white hair, and his eyes were like sapphires, brighter than the sun that had just risen in the sky.

"Voldemort?" Grindelwald whispered.

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded.

"He's in Great Britain, and he's coming to Newmondgard to look for me?" Grindelwald chuckled.

Crouch looked up and looked at him: "The master wants to help you escape from prison." ”

"You're coming up step by step." Grindelwald shook his head, "Do I need to break from prison?" ”

Crouch said, "It's not Neumengard who has imprisoned you, it's Dumbledore. ”

"The master wants to join forces with you."

Grindelwald looked at him and didn't speak.

Crouch continued: "The master said that you and he are the same kind of people, and we both share great goals. ”

"I saw the words engraved on the wall at the prison gate."

"For the greater good."

"In this matter, the master, like you, is willing to fight for the greater good, shouldn't the rights of the wizard be above the mudbloods?"

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and his tone became impassioned: "According to them, we are higher human beings, more successful and intelligent beings who have evolved more successfully than them, and we should rule everything as a matter of course. ”

Grindelwald laughed.

Crouch was a little overwhelmed.

"Is that what your master thinks?" Grindelwald stood up, his eyes glinting, "That's all he can see?" ”

Crouch took a deep breath: "This is just what I, as a servant, look at the glory of my master and glimpse in the tip of the iceberg. ”

His eyes dodged, not daring to meet those eyes that were as bright as a torch.

"You are great, but you have failed."

He continued, but his voice was not as confident and bold as it had been at first.

"The master invites you to join in dealing with Dumbledore."

Grindelwald opened his mouth to remind him, "And Potter. ”

Crouch nodded: "Of course, and Potter, but that's just a young wizard who hasn't graduated yet, he's strong, but not to be feared." ”

"Then your master, he cut off an arm at Gringotts." A slight smile tugged at the corner of Grindelwald's mouth.

Crouch gritted his teeth and quibbled: "At that time, the master had just been resurrected. ”

"Potter will never be a match for his master now."

Grindelwald's tone was light: "Is it because your master has seen something in Avalon?" ”

Crouch's eyes were confused.

Avalon?

That mythical land of miracles? He had heard the legend when he was a child, but did that place really exist?

It sounds like it has something to do with Potter.

"You don't know that?" Grindelwald nodded, "It seems that Voldemort doesn't trust you that much. ”

The confused look in Crouch's eyes suddenly dissipated, and he became firm again: "A servant is a servant, the master is the master, and if the master doesn't say anything, it means that the servant doesn't need to know." ”

"You are faithful to him." Grindelwald looked at him with deep eyes and spoke meaningfully.

Crouch didn't speak.

"Go back and tell your master." Grindelwald sat back on the bed, "If you want to talk about it, let him come and see me in person." ”

The feeling of oppression that hung over my head dissipated.

Crouch breathed a sigh of relief, and he raised his head again: "If it doesn't work, the master wants to make a deal with you." ”

"About the Three Sacred Vessels?" Grindelwald asked, his voice questioning, but the tone he said was extremely determined.

Crouch nodded, and he twisted unnaturally.

He hated standing in front of Grindelwald, and he could see through his whole body, and even he felt that his master, who was far away in Great Britain, was also seen through when he was seen through.

"What did he trade?" Grindelwald asked.

"Or what else can he do to trade with me now?"

"Dark magic?"

"Horcruxes?"

"Avalon?"

Grindelwald didn't say a word, it was like a boulder, and it weighed heavily on Crouch.

"I'm over a hundred years old." Grindelwald reached out and snapped his fingers.

There was no wand, no incantation, and a handful of blue fire danced at him, turning into a small blue phoenix in the blink of an eye.

"There's nothing in this world that I want to know but don't know yet."

"Your master can't get the chips I want."

Crouch whispered, "What if you kill Dumbledore?" ”

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly.

Crouch suddenly shuddered, took a step back, cold sweat poured down his forehead and back, obviously the old man sitting on the bed didn't do anything, his body didn't even move, but suddenly, he felt that he had been alive and dead several times.

"Kill Dumbledore?" Grindelwald reopened his eyes.

"It's an interesting topic."

"Well, then, let your master try it, and if he can do it, then talk about these things, okay?"

Crouch nodded: "Of course." ”

"My master promises you that in the near future, this great gift will be given to you."

Grindelwald laughed twice, the meaning of which was unknown.

Crouch saluted respectfully and turned to leave.

As soon as he walked out of Newmengard, he looked back at the words on the wall—"For the greater good," and with a flick of his wand, the apparition shifted and vanished.

Grindelwald stood at the window, staring at the mountains in the distance, his blue eyes flickering with a faint silvery-white glow.

Grindelwald's image does not use Depp's model, heterochromic pupils are too ruffian, although handsome!

Today the two are more likely.

The state is a little wrong, stick!

(End of chapter)