The wind roared muffled under the low lead clouds, and the sky was so gloomy that even the snow covering the world could brighten it.

Everything here is so desolate, the snow-covered mountains and mountains in the distance stand on the earth, the silence reveals a dead silence, there are only a few dead trees in the nearby wilderness, and the cold wind blows wantonly on the wilderness like a sword, as if to extinguish all life in this heaven and earth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Suddenly, the eternal wind whistle came the soothing but steady sound of stepping on the snow, this strange sound made the lonely world more vibrant, under a dead tree hole on the hillside, a paw of the same color as the snow brushed away the snow that sealed the entrance of the cave, ruby-like eyes pressed against the mouth of the snow cave, curiously looking out.

A rabbit.

Amosta stopped and glanced at the hollow of the tree, smiled, and stepped to the top of the gentle slope.

Looking back at the road he had come, the town that had been groomed for a day and a night had turned into a vague and almost invisible black spot in his field of vision, and the cotton-like snowflakes falling in the sky had covered the footprints of his arrival, and only the footprints in the near distance were still clearly visible.

"It's come so far."

Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly, and then, with a retracted smile, he looked ahead, at the black tower that stood on the edge of the cliff after enduring the loneliness forgotten by the world.

Towers are lined up one after another, and through the majestic castle, you can vaguely get a glimpse of the pride of the past.

"Neumengard"

Amosta smiled again, his laughter was full of emotion, he pulled his hand from the pocket of his coat, put it to his lips and took a few breaths of white air,

"Oh my God, it's so cold in here, I don't want to live here when I retire."

Amosta muttered to himself, his eyes pointing to the tallest black tower, and vaguely, he seemed to see something.

After a short pause, Amosta was ready to take another step, and Newmengard had already appeared in his sight, and he could have directly apparitioned past, but for some reason, Amosta did not do so, but chose to walk step by step.

Just as Amosta's step was about to land, he seemed to realize it, and the step was withdrawn, and he looked behind him with a raised brow.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of crisp sounds suddenly sounded on the snowfield, and in the falling snow one after another, a group of people appeared not far behind Amosta, and the movement they made when they appeared was far away in the wilderness by the sound of the wind, and the falling snow on the recent mountain peak was shaken by the sound waves, and the snowcoat covering the surface was obviously broken.

The gang soon spotted Amosta Bryne on the small slope, and without further ado, they supported each other as they trudged through the snow.

"Wait, Brian!"

Before they could get closer, the leader shouted.

"Oh my God."

Looking at the large group of people panting at the bottom of the small slope, Amosta exclaimed slightly,

"There are a lot of people here, but what do you have to do?"

There were about 100 people who appeared at the bottom of the small slope, Kingsley led a group of Aurors from the British Auror Office, a group of people from the German Ministry of Magic, and a group of wizards of different skin colors and styles but wearing the same costumes from the International Federation of Wizards.

Amosta even saw a few reporters with cameras, and even Louise stood beside Kingsley looking at him worriedly.

"What are we going to do?"

The leader was the other vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards, Amosta's 'old friend', Vip Dregern.

It can be used to describe the current look of Vipp in anger. Although the former VIP was extraordinary, but at this age, he heard the 'bad news' and traveled so far, and it was difficult to hide the fatigue between his eyebrows, but he still shouted angrily at Amosta,

"Of course we're here to stop you from making a big mistake, Brian, do you know what you're doing, do you know what your actions will lead to!"

"Of course I know, VIP--"

Amosta said with a smile on her face.

"You know--"

VIP almost bursts into a foul mouth, but fortunately, the high attention to self-image that has been cultivated over the years saves him.

Vip's eyes were red, and he tried to restrain his temper,

"Maybe you already think you're invincible, Brian, and that's why you have the guts to challenge him, but I'm going to tell you, Brian, Nymongadri is holding the most dangerous wizard of all time, and I don't think you haven't heard his story and don't know the harm he has done to the world. It's definitely not something you call a mystery guy to do. If you want to use him to prove your authority and strength, Brian, you are undoubtedly doing something stupid! ”

Vep Dregern simply can't speak to Amosta's chances,

"Since the murderer of your student has been caught, and he is dead, then, this is the end of this matter, you should also be angry, right, Brian, don't let things get out of hand!"

"You seem to think I'm here to fight the owner of this castle?"

Amosta tilted her head and looked at VIP with interest.

"Isn't it!"

VIP roared.

"I think there must be a misunderstanding in this--"

Amosta smiled and looked down the hillside, looking up at his faces with worry and awe,

"I wanted to enter Newmondard because, I think the person who planned the attack on Hermione Granger is currently hiding inside."

"You don't know him well enough, Brian!"

Ripple gasped and exclaimed,

"He's evil, but he doesn't bother a little witch, that's not in keeping with his pride."

"I'm not referring to Gellert Grindelwald,"

Amosta said calmly,

"It's Anton Vogel's grandson, Adam Vogel, who I think is hiding in that castle at the moment."

This was a surprise to many, but Kingsley's eyes showed a sense of understanding why Amosta had come to Newmengard.

"Anyway--"

There were so many things that needed to be calmed down that night that VIP didn't have time to understand everything, and suddenly, Amosta's mention of Elder Vogel made him stunned, and he heard that Brian had not come to duel Gellert Grindelwald, he was a little relieved, but still resolute,

"Anyway, Brian, you can't enter Newmengard, you don't have the right to do so, and no wizard has ever entered that castle for half a century!"

"I think I'm supposed to be the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards."

"We also have no rights, Brian,"

VIP said in a stiff tone,

"The only one who has the qualifications to step into this place, and the only one who authorizes others to enter!"

Dumbledore

Amosta looked at Kingsley, who shook his head imperceptibly.

Kingsley complied with his instructions and didn't report anything like Dumbledore alone, but what had happened outside Berlin the night before had been reported all over the world, and with Dumbledore's connections, he certainly knew more than the limited information that he and the German Ministry of Magic had released to the general public.

"Since that's the case—"

Amosta sighed helplessly, which made Vip and the group behind him immediately nervous, and it turned out that the number of people alone could not stop Amosta Bryan.

"Fawkes!"

After a clear drink, a brilliant spark suddenly exploded above Amosta's head, and Fawkes let out a crisp cry in the rumbling avalanche.

Louise's eyes widened in the crowd, and she looked at the beautiful bird perched on Amosta's shoulder, her eyes full of love.

"What's that?"

Louise tilted her head and asked in a whisper, but Kingsley didn't answer, just gave her a warning look.

"Get me a message, Fawkes."

Amosta fiddled with Fawkes's beak a few times, looked at Fawkes with flashing ruby eyes and said, "I need authorization from Headmaster Dumbledore to enter Newmengard. ”

Fawkes pecked Amosta on the cheek affectionately, and the warm magic in Amosta's body made it feel comfortable.

With a high-pitched cry, Fawkes disappeared from view.

It didn't take long for sparks to appear in the air again, Fawkes's tail feathers were burning and swaying and slowly falling, and on the snowy field where the roar became heavier and heavier, Dumbledore's slightly strange hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears,

"I: Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, grant Amosta Bryne access to Newmengard."

(End of chapter)