Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Chapter 247 Visitors from Numengard

This night, two distinct levels were formed in the magic world.

The younger generation is addicted to the battle of wits and courage in the exchanges between the two schools.

The older generation did everything they could for the strange whereabouts of a certain Dark Lord.

That night, after Amber fell asleep, Nurmengard welcomed an uninvited guest.

Outside the dilapidated-looking tower, an old man in a dark purple robe with a lantern in his hand was approaching step by step.

"I haven't been here for a long time-"

Looking up at the tattered exterior of the tower, Dumbledore was filled with emotion.

Imprisoned in this tower were his closest comrades and companions.

In that era, he was a well-deserved centerpiece.

His thoughts and ideas truly influenced a generation.

Even Dumbledore was once willingly subdued by his charisma.

But then, the man went the wrong way and took an extreme and dangerous path.

Under the blood pact, Dumbledore made a bold move and locked his old friend and companion into the tower, never taking a step.

After that, the two proud sons of the same era never met again.

One of them was Dumbledore, the strongest white wizard who was highly praised by everyone.

The other is the Dark Lord Grindelwald who made countless old people feel incomparably terrified.

Today, Dumbledore took the initiative to step into the tower.

He needs to prove something.

Some facts that had no chance to be verified at the time, but are now crucial.

Looking at the heavy wooden door in front of him, Dumbledore raised his hand, but was rarely hesitant.

He might be able to laugh at Amber and trick Amber into his plans with just a few words.

You can also lay out calmly in the face of Voldemort, and even trade your own life for Voldemort's complete death.

However, when facing the ordinary wooden door in front of him, Dumbledore felt that the wooden door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making him completely unable to open it.

In Dumbledore's wisdom, he knew that it was because of his own guilt.

What happened back then was a mess, but it was undeniable that he was the one who took the initiative.

Just when Dumbledore was about to grit his teeth and push open the wooden door, the wooden door in front of him creaked and slowly opened.

Looking at the light that revealed through the crack of the door, Dumbledore gritted his teeth, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in with his foot raised.

Among the towers, the four seasons are like spring.

No one has the ability to seal off Grindelwald's magic, the only thing they can do is take away his wand.

And all kinds of confinement outside this tower, in the final analysis, are just alarms one after another.

So, seeing the ubiquitous traces of magic in the tower, Dumbledore wasn't the least bit surprised.

He was staring at the thin figure beside the fireplace, and after a moment of silence, he sat on the single sofa opposite him without any notice.

“Coffee or Tea”?”

Without raising his head, Grindelwald asked casually, as if he was asking a friend who had returned from a distance.

"Tea, people are old, drink some tea to help sleep. 35

Sitting on the sofa, Dumbledore looked extremely relaxed, his hands resting on the armrests casually, his eyes narrowed, and he enjoyed this rare rest.

A bone china teapot rose automatically, and after it was filled with water, it kept rolling on the fire of the fireplace.

After the tea boiled, a cup of thick black tea was placed in front of Dumbledore, and he was holding it in both hands, spinning it constantly in the palm of his hand.

The two old people didn't speak, one was drinking tea and the other was reading, as if the world had been like this from the very beginning.

But both of them knew that Dumbledore was here for more than just a cup of tea after so many years.

"What are you doing here?"

Finally, the last page of the book in Grindelwald's hand was turned.

He raised his head slightly, placed the book in his hand carefully on the small bookshelf beside his feet, and looked at Dumbledore with a flat and indifferent tone.

"There shouldn't be anything worth your visit here.

"Gellert, it looks like you're living a good life.

Dumbledore didn't answer, but looked at the layout of the house intently.

Compared with the time he came before, the decoration and layout of the New Mongard Tower have already been reborn.

When he came, there was only a broken bed and a table with a broken leg.

But now it's more like a home, with traces of life everywhere.

If it weren't for Grindelwald's inability to step out of the tower, he would be more like an old rich man who came here on vacation.

"Fortunately, there are always people who are not used to the decoration here, and there are always people who are willing to help me change the style."

Grindelwald said casually, and did not shy away from Amber's existence.

There are traces of Amber's life here and there, and they didn't make any cover up about the traces, and naturally they couldn't hide the old fox from Dumbledore.

What's more, with Grindelwald's pride and arrogance as the first-generation Dark Lord, he absolutely disdains it and refuses to lie in front of Dumbledore.

As long as Amber's true identity isn't revealed, it doesn't matter.

Hearing Grindelwald's words, Dumbledore nodded and did not ask further.

Although he was curious about the other person in the room, Dumbledore, who always knew what was important, knew that this was not the time to explore the secret.

He came here this time with more important things.

Rubbing the black tea cup in his hands, Dumbledore carefully worded his words in his heart.

No one knew the man in front of him better than him.

This is the existence of the same level as Dumbledore in the true sense, and even in terms of concept and execution, he is one higher (Zhao Li's) than Dumbledore.

So after thinking for a moment, Dumbledore gave up all words and detours.

He looked up at Grindelwald, his eyes gradually became solemn, and a terrifying momentum spread unconsciously.

|| Gellert, I have something to ask you. "

"You can say it, but I don't promise I can answer it.

Grindelwald had never heard of the aura bursting out of Dumbledore.

He reached out and took out another book from the portable bookshelf beside his feet, put it on his lap and slowly opened it, his expression relaxed and calm.

As if Dumbledore's aura was oppressive, like a fire in a fireplace, warm and not threatening.

"Gellert, I want to ask you."

Dumbledore said, his expression very serious.

"When we went to the town of Ufar, you disappeared for thirteen days."

"Did you go back to the past in those thirteen days?"