Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 778 The First Meeting of Two Generations of Dark Lords
Nurmengard has been a bit lively recently, and in just a few months, it has welcomed its third guest.

When Voldemort squeezed through the narrow window like a snake, and the light mist drifted down into the cell on the top floor, Grindelwald, who was dozing on the hard plank bed, also woke up vigilantly.

"Voldemort?"

Looking at the strange-looking man in black robes in front of him, Grindelwald recalled Fisher's evaluation of Voldemort: "No hair, no nose, so ugly, meow!"

Well, it is really a very concise but in place summary.

After Grindelwald looked Voldemort up and down, he asked indifferently: "What's the matter with you coming to me, a bad old man? Could it be that... Death Eater who wanted me to join you?"

When it comes to pretending to be stupid, Grindelwald is no worse than Dumbledore and Fish. He smacked his toothless mouth and said proudly: "Unfortunately, I have no intention of being inferior to others. If you came to me to cooperate, then you can consider it."

He paused for a moment, and then said provocatively and mockingly: "I heard that you lost to a newborn baby before, and you may need an old man like me to help you."

"Hmph! This is unnecessary!"

With a dark face, Voldemort snorted coldly and said, "That was just my negligence, and I have found a solution."

"In this case, why do you come to me?" Grindelwald changed his sitting posture, crossed his legs, put one hand on his legs, and supported his chin, with a hint of youthful wildness, challenging He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't think the current me is of much use value to you."

"You are too humble... Senior." Voldemort bowed slightly.

For Grindelwald, Voldemort still maintains a certain degree of respect, respect for his ideas, respect for his strength and knowledge, but that's all.

After all, Grindelwald has failed and has become a prisoner, and judging by his current appearance, it is obvious that he has lost his original ambition.

Voldemort straightened up, and stated his purpose of coming here: "I want to know... the whereabouts of the Elder Wand. If you can tell me, senior, it will be easy to get you out of here."

It was precisely because he saw that Grindelwald had lost his original ambitions, so Voldemort would put forward such a condition, otherwise he would not be so stupid as to add an opponent to himself.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need for it," Grindelwald flicked his ears with his tail finger, and then blew on his mouth, "I'm used to living here, the outside world has changed too much, I'm getting used to it." No."

"So, you're not going to tell me the whereabouts of the Elder Wand?" Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes, his hands were already in his pockets, and he might pull out his wand at any moment.

"Of course not," Grindelwald grinned with a toothless mouth, "Although I am very old, I haven't lived enough, and..." A trace of hatred flashed across his face, "I also I wish you could trouble Dumbledore."

Voldemort heard the words, while showing a smile, he couldn't wait to lean forward and asked, "Tell me quickly! Where is the old wand?!"

Grindelwald gave him a strange look, "Didn't I already tell you?"

"... Dumbledore?!" Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized, "The Elder Wand is in his hand?!"

It's reasonable to think so, no wonder I can't beat Dumbledore all the time!

Voldemort wanted the Elder Wand even more now.

"Since you already know about the Elder Wand, you must also know about the legend of the three brothers and the Deathly Hallows?" Grindelwald said slowly, "It is said that the eldest of the three brothers was killed secretly while he was sleeping. Lost the wand, and that's the nature of the Elder Wand... as long as you defeat the previous owner, it will recognize you as master."

"Actually, most wands have this characteristic. After losing to someone in a battle, they will be used by him, or when facing that person again, they will not be able to exert their original power." Grindelwald seems He got excited and chattered, "And the Elder Wand is more snobbish than other wands, it doesn't care how you defeated its previous owner, even if you rely on sneak attack, it only follows the victor. "

"Albus...Dumbledore defeated me, and the Elder Wand naturally came into his hands, and I was the one who stole the Elder Wand first, and then stunned Gregovich." He shrugged, There was no trace of shame on his face.

This is consistent with the content of Voldemort's Legilimency from Gregorovich, and it is clear that Grindelwald is not lying.

But just in case, Voldemort still asked: "Then, if it is by poisoning or traps? Or if Dumbledore himself died, then how to get its approval."

"I don't know about that," Grindelwald shook his head, "I already got the Elder Wand, why bother to study these?"

Voldemort nodded understandingly. If it was him, he would not waste time on such trivial matters.After all, like Grindelwald, he is confident that no one will be able to take it away from him after he has the Elder Wand...

Although Grindelwald was eventually defeated by Dumbledore, Voldemort still had such confidence.

"Thank you for your help."

After Voldemort thanked him without sincerity, he just stared at Grindelwald in a daze, the red light in his eyes was particularly dazzling in the dim cell.

Grindelwald looked back at him, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and his body changed from the leisurely cross-legged sitting posture before to a vigilant half-squatting posture.

After the two generations of Dark Lords looked at each other silently for a long time, it was Voldemort who spoke first: "Don't you really need me to take you out?"

"No need," Grindelwald grinned, "I have accepted my failure, even if I do it again, the result will probably not be different." He said with some depression: "Besides, I am old, no Going to make a fuss again."

Voldemort didn't know if Grindelwald really thought so, or if he was worried that he would kill him and said so on purpose, but the other party had given in, and he was not suitable to be exposed to the public's sight, so...

"What a pity. I originally wanted you, senior, to be by my side to witness my success." His voice and figure became ethereal, turning into a cloud of mist just like when he came here. squeezed out of the narrow window like a snake.

"Witness your success? Hey... hey hey... hey hey hahahahaha!"

Grindelwald looked at the window where Voldemort left, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and the laughter grew louder, until he even covered his stomach and rolled on the hard bed laughing.

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