"Interests... Great...," Muen whispered.

Then he shook his head and stepped up the stairs, making a clattering sound as he stepped on the dry fallen leaves on the stairs.

Crunch –

The huge wooden door was slowly pushed open by him, making a screeching sound. What followed was the ultimate silence.

He slowly paced on the large, flat marble bricks, and after looking around, his hand pushed forward slightly.

As Muen told Harry, the mage's hand is flexible and changeable.

The formless, colorless, soft waves spread out in all directions, and every feedback after touching the walls and rubble was accurately reflected in his mind.

It's like an ultrasound in a bat.

This technique only requires a little bit of magic to release a little bit of "wave" out.

It only requires "a little" of information processing power.

It didn't take long for him to find a dynamic feedback from above the castle.

A rickety, emaciated old man.

Thinking about it, he slowly turned around and walked towards the stairs.

In a short time he had gone up several floors to a gloomy corridor, where there were many rooms, but it was so empty that there was nothing left but the feathers of a few birds, or the fallen leaves that had flown from nowhere.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway.

Then, he slowly stopped in front of a room.

The door was open and there was no lock. The empty windows were constantly whining in the wind.

In the room, there was a low table with several pieces of parchment, very old, and evidently his master had been looking at them constantly.

All that's left is a bed with an iron bar. The bed only has a yellowed mattress, sheets... Teared to the point that only half of it remains.

A withered hand reached out and slipped the parchment into the tattered inner lining of the garment.

The rickety old man crouching in the corner slowly got up.

He looked up, a face looming in his knotted hair.

Mu En was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Jack?!" ”

"Who?" The figure spoke, hoarse and slimy, as if it hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Not Jack." Mu En couldn't help but shake his head and smiled helplessly. I didn't expect him to be able to recognize the wrong person.

For no other reason, this guy in front of him is really a little too similar to Jack Sparrow, especially the long, greasy and knotted hair.

It's just an older version.

However, after taking a closer look, he noticed many differences between the two.

"I thought it was Riddle," he said.

Mu En was a little puzzled: "Who is Riddle?" ”

"It's Lord Voldemort." The guy said, his eyes mixed with admiration and regret: "I didn't expect another young man to come here." ”

"Here? This castle? ”

"Not this castle, but - this level." He said slowly, his eyes wandering, as if he was a little crazy.

"You're better than Riddle." He said.

"When he came, he was tall and handsome, with a false smile on his face to hide his impotence and ambition.

He was standing in your position at that time, proudly pronouncing his declaration in front of me. ”

"What manifesto?" Mu En became a little interested, leaned against the wall, and looked at the old man with interest.

Of course, he can also be called Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald waved his hands into the air, his eyes were blank, and the corners of his mouth raised a sneer: "He said that he would start from where I failed and let me see his success with my own eyes!" ”

Mu En bowed slightly, thinking: "This is the reason why Voldemort directly set off the pure-blood revolution in England?" If he could have been as powerful as you had been elsewhere?! ”

"Of course he can, he's smart and capable!!" Grindelwald said heavily.

"When he came to see me, he was not yet thirty years old, and he had already stepped into the level of you and me with half a foot.

But because of this, he was more arrogant than me, more arrogant than Dumbledore, and the others. ”

"How arrogant?" Mu En was curious.

"Even more so than you, you're just like him, with a smile on your face all the time. But obviously, Ling's smile is much more relaxed, with a game-like mentality.

And he simply uses that gentle smile as a skill to win the trust of others. ”

Mu En flatly denied: "I'm not arrogant, everyone knows that my biggest flaw is too modest." ”

However, his hand was placed on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered in his heart: The game world... Mentality...

Grindelwald looked at him expressionlessly, and said casually: "There is no one who has come here without an arrogance beyond ordinary people. You, me, Albus, Riddle, and even Aberforth, who had not yet given up magic, we are all the same, and we don't have to hide. ”

After speaking, he didn't seem to want to continue the topic, and sat on the bed casually: "What do you call it?" ”

"Seems like you don't like prophecy very much? Muen Jones! Mu En nodded slightly.

"It's been a long, long time since I prophesied, there's no need, it just makes me realize a deeper despair!" He held his head high and slumped his shoulders.

"What are you here to do? If you just want me to preach your power, you can get started. ”

Mu En stretched out his hand: "No, I just happened to pass by, so I came to take a look." Of course, it would be better if you could satisfy some of my curiosity. ”

"Cats are always curious."

"It's a curse, don't rub salt on the wound, old thing." Mu En was helpless.

Grindelwald choked for a moment, and then nodded tiredly: "Yes, but... Do me a favor. ”

"Why don't you ask someone from the European or German Ministry of Magic to help you find me? I don't do anything that violates the law. Of course, it's okay to be two! ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that their fear of me is so deep in their bones that they don't even dare to communicate with me." Grindelwald said, in a flat, but imposing tone.

"Okay, what can I help you?"

"Get me some letterhead, I don't want anything else. My sheets were almost torn clean. He said.

"I didn't expect you to still need to write letters."

There was a gloom in Grindelwald's eyes, and he said bitterly: "Of course, although he hasn't replied to my letter for a long, long time, I don't even know if he reads my letter." ”

Mu En looked at the sky outside and waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, then it's decided." I'll bring you some stationery tomorrow morning. ”

"Yes." Grindelwald nodded: "Let's talk about it then..."

Muen nodded, then turned to leave.

Grindelwald sighed, memories flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he held his knees, got up and walked out of the room with some difficulty, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait! ”

Mu En stood around the corner, looking at him suspiciously.

"Cross out the words on the door for me." His voice grew lower and lower, until it finally turned into self-talk.

"It was me who was wrong..."

Mu En only heard the previous sentence, and he nodded.

"Good!"