Mu En opened the door, and Lucifer immediately wondered, "What's inside?" ”

"It's nothing, just a lonely old man." Mu En sat on the sofa and breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile on his face.

There are many hidden things that will not be written down in books.

That's why he's interested in Grindelwald. A wizard who was once the leader of the world naturally has the value of conversation.

"Arrogant Riddle—" Munn recalled Grindelwald's words, and said in his heart that he was not surprised, it was false.

Once, he only glimpsed that dark era from books, and only thought that Voldemort was a terrorist in rural England.

I didn't expect this guy to come to Newmengard and proudly declare to Grindelwald that he would set off from where he fell!

From the beginning, Voldemort was Dumbledore who took aim at him.

And Grindelwald also affirmed his strength...

"Interesting..."

"What's interesting? What are you doing again? And you won't tell me? Lucifer's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked three times in displeasure.

"You speak! Don't you say I have ants crawling all over my body!! ”

Mu En got up and stretched.

"Sleep!"

……

……

Early the next morning, Mu En got up early.

He wasn't going to go to Hogwarts, though Lady Pince was expecting him to fix those precious books as soon as possible, but...

There's more fun to do!

He changed his clothes, took care of the thicker and thicker scarf around his neck, and then walked out of the castle with a wad of parchment.

As soon as he stepped into the ruins of Newmengard, he saw a ragged elf with large ears and emaciated limbs coming out of the castle.

His bulb-like eyes seemed to be clouded with a white barrier. His steps were stiff, and he walked straight past Muen and walked outside.

A house-elf who has been cast with a Imperius curse.

Muen was a little staggered, it seemed that the person in charge of the prison had reached an extreme point of fear of Grindelwald.

I don't know if they dared to intercept and inspect when Grindelwald sent the letter out.

Following the path of yesterday, a few minutes later, he was soon outside Grindelwald's cell.

He sat on the floor, and on the small table was a plate of delicate food.

When he saw someone coming, he didn't care, and casually grabbed the food with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Mu En raised his hand slightly, and the pile of parchment slowly flew towards the iron bed, and he just leaned against the wall outside the door, drinking the energy potion that had been blended.

There is no rush ...

After a long time, when Grindelwald had finished eating, he waved his hand, and the plates were all gone.

"Riddle seems to be much more aggressive than you." Mu En said.

Grindelwald got up and picked up a piece of parchment: "It's a little more aggressive, but it's not as exaggerated as the rumors."

He did support pure-bloodism, but did not completely exclude half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards. In fact, in the eyes of people like him, whether it was pure-bloods, half-bloods, Muggle wizards, or Muggles, they were all under him, and no one was qualified to be his equal.

He advocated the theory of pureblood, but in the circumstances of the time, pure-blood wizards were the easiest targets for him to woo. After that, everyone knew that not long after the organization was established, his violent and arrogant nature was revealed. ”

"I see." Mu En nodded, and asked again, "Pureblood, what do you think?" ”

"The only family that can really rise to the bloodline is the Dumbledele family, and their family has something to do with Phoenix, but that's all." Grindelwald said, and then he seemed to slow down for a moment,

"Other... It's just some family that has been passed down to the present day. As for Riddle, he's actually half-blood, and Slytherin blood has just blossomed back in him.

This does not have the conditions to talk about the theory of blood, it is just a simple genius, this world is a genius! ”

As he spoke, Grindelwald looked away from the parchment and out the window, where an owl was flying from the sky, clutching a letter at its feet.

Then in the blink of an eye, the owl vanished, and the sky was empty except for the clouds...

His voice dropped a little lower, and his gaze looked away from the window:

"Do you think that an arrogant genius, if not driven by profit, would be willing to attribute the glory he has received to birth, to blood?" He said lightly:

To him, the Slytherin bloodline was nothing more than a crown, a symbol of his legitimacy, the crystallization of his power, an object to whom the faithful prostrate.

And he who sat him on the throne, let his believers kneel.

It's still the sword in your hand! ”

Mu En was a little surprised: "You respect him very much?!" ”

"Aside from the fact that he's a death-phober, I think he's a success.

On the other hand..."

He suddenly felt a little bit of gnashing of his teeth, and there was a lot of trembling in his voice:

"Only... As long as he is against that bastard of Albus, he is a worthy fellow and a true warrior!! ”

Grindelwald's voice gradually became higher, and he scolded with a disdainful smile:

"Haha, it's him who did it himself! It was Riddle who he cultivated, and he had long seen that Riddle was an anti-human character who regarded himself as above everything, and he had already seen it!

But he just wants to stick to that hypocrisy! I thought I could change that child, oh ~ yes, with love ~ where is it? Where's his love?! ”

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more uncontrollable, and the whole castle passed through the howling wind, and the rubble was like small bullets, hitting his face in pain, and he pushed out the barrier and looked at Grindelwald quietly.

"I reminded him, I told him to uncover his hateful, disgusting mask of hypocrisy, and to strangle Riddle in the cradle.

But he couldn't, he didn't want to tear off his mask of hypocrisy, which had taken root on his face! He hesitated and hesitated until Riddle's haze enveloped the whole of England and finally fell into the hands of a baby!! ”

As he spoke, he roared violently, hoarsely:

"Who's going to tell me then - why?! Why did he stand in front of the whole world, opposite me!! ”

Munn's figure had already taken a few steps back, clinging to the wall, the wind howling, just like Grindelwald's roar at this time.

This centenarian, who has been imprisoned for more than 40 years in this lonely place, has gone from a slimy voice that seemed to have not opened his mouth for a long time yesterday to a roar today.

No one knows how many emotions he has pent up, how many joys, sorrows, and sorrows he wants to release.

And Muen seems to know who this guy is writing to when he asks for parchment.

After all, when Voldemort began to make his mark in the wizarding world, he was imprisoned here early on.

And...

Is that what he thinks?

Well, forget it, it's better not to speculate...

He lifted his hat in embarrassment, then took out his pocket watch, the brass cover popping open.

"Well, I'm sorry, I have something to do in a while, I may have to go first."

After saying that, he didn't care what this guy thought, turned his head and slipped away.

After Mu En left, the wind howled for an unknown amount of time, and the old man who was crawling on the ground slowly got up.

He was so tired that he sat down on the floor, leaning against the iron frame of the bed, put his hand on the mattress, picked up a piece of parchment, and then crawled to the low table and picked up the quill.

- Albus

He frowned, then his hand ran across the parchment roll, and the ink was wiped off.

- Dumbledore

And then he still felt uneasy, he hadn't heard back in a long time, so he should... Yes, it should be respectful and closer.

- Dear Albus