Germany, forest east of Nuremberg.
After Professor Binns asked about the location of Nurmengard Wizarding Prison, Maka set off as fast as possible. I just drove slowly and hurriedly all the way, and when I arrived at Zezabeshe Forest, it was already that night.
The Nurmengard Wizarding Prison was built under the orders of Grindelwald himself since the time when the power of dark wizards spread throughout Europe.
It was once full of wizards who opposed Grindelwald's atrocities, and it was the most frightening and dark place in the European wizarding world at that time.
Ironically, when Greenwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he was imprisoned alone in the highest level of this prison that was once full of blood and despair.
Now, how many people are left who still remember that terrifying wizard
The dazzling sun has given up its last ray of light today on the western horizon, and the bright moon hangs diagonally in the eastern sky like a silver disk.
With the cold moonlight on her shoulders and a magic book on her feet, Maka flew quickly over a large dense forest.
"…Nurmengard."
He saw that in the deepest part of the forest, near the mountains, there were two towering vertical walls next to each other. And at the junction of the broken walls with distinct layers of soil, a cold and dark spire tower rose from the ground and stood in the center of the broken wall.
The tower has sharp edges and sharp carvings on the stone walls, but perhaps the magic spell used to maintain the integrity of the building has expired over time, making it look a bit dilapidated.
Maka's flying speed did not slow down, she casually took out the staff and held it in her hand, staring straight at the tall tower, approaching it rapidly.
The cold night wind whistled in his ears, covering up the roar of wild beasts in the forest.
Finally, when approaching some dilapidated houses around the tower, Maka suddenly slowed down and landed in the open space among the ruins.
Greenwald once regarded Nurmengard as his base and expanded his sphere of influence outwards. So naturally, there must be a place where his men once lived and trained.
After landing on the ground, Maka relaxed her body, which was a little tired from the long flight.
Although flying with the magic book on his feet relies on the application of the levitation spell, standing on it to maintain balance relies entirely on his own physical strength.
Although this method of flying can maximize his assassin-derived abilities, it is actually easier to fly on a broomstick for a long time.
After taking a short rest, Maka walked on the old road among the ruins and took in the ruins of houses on both sides bit by bit.
The remains of these buildings can be distinguished to some extent. It is obviously true that Greenwald trained the wizard army here.
All the buildings here have a simple and tough style. At the end of the wide road, in the open space in front of the Nurmengard Tower Prison, there are even damaged dolls used for training magic spells.
The traces of militarization are clearly visible.
"Speaking of which, I seem to have confirmed a training plan like this!" Maka stepped into the empty training ground and shook her head slightly as if recalling something.
Hadn't he tried something similar in the past during his short school days at Durmstrang
"Gellert Greenwald, still up here?"
Maka looked up at the top of the tower. The bright moonlight drifted down from the sky, illuminating the entire Nurmengard and the high stone walls around it.
"... He'd better be still here."
Maka was indeed in a bad mood that Greenwald might come out to cause trouble.
Compared to Voldemort, Grindelwald is better at using means other than magic to benefit himself. Dumbledore's former best friend and rival was by no means as easy to see through as Voldemort.
He was defeated by his former best friend and imprisoned in this tower for decades. What has become of the world-famous careerist now
"He who comes is stopped."
As soon as Maka came to the iron gate in the center of the high wall, a cold voice came from inside the door.
"English?" he asked slightly confused, "...are they the guards left by Dumbledore?"
Professor Binns once mentioned that there are sporadic records about Nurmengard indicating that there seem to be unknown guards here. But whether this is a fact, Professor Binns, who has always been rigorous and rigid in his treatment of history, denies it.
"boom!"
"Bang...bang...bang..."
With the heavy muffled sounds, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, which seemed to be the sound of footsteps.
"... Nurmengard... imprisoned felons... Visitors are not allowed."
The cold voice without any emotion sounded again, and the next moment, a huge figure that was not much shorter than the high wall in front of Maka entered Maka's field of vision from the side of the iron fence gate.
"giant?"
That's right, the person standing in front of Maka through the iron gate at this moment is a giant who is one of the few remaining in modern times.
This giant was taller and stronger than the ones Maka had seen in the giant tribe. Judging from his surprisingly tall height, he might be nearly 30 feet tall.
What's even more surprising is that this giant is wearing a complete skirt and armor, and he even holds a long-handled mace in his hand that looks very powerful.
In the Middle Ages, Muggle warriors used maces to deal with armored enemies, but in the hands of giants, this thing turned out to be a complete siege weapon.
"Where did this deceived giant warrior come from?" Maka raised her neck and looked at this behemoth that was five times his height, and couldn't help but muttered in her heart.
After the big and small looked at each other for a moment, Maka tried to shout at the top of her voice.
"Dumbledore sent me!"
The big man squatted down a little, looked at Maka carefully, and then shook his head expressionlessly.
"Nurmengard, please refuse to visit the prison."
Probably because this guy only knew these few words, or because he stayed here for too long, Maka immediately realized that communicating with him was in vain.
Without talking any more nonsense to him, Maka threw out the magic book and flew up again.
The giant, whose mind was almost filled with fighting instincts, immediately picked up the mace, and when Maka flew over the iron fence gate at high speed, he reacted very quickly and swung it towards him.
This hammer completely demonstrated the giant's physical strength. Wherever the mace passed, even the airflow was violently dragged up, and the power of breaking through the air caused an explosion-like roar.
Although Maka relied on his superb flying skills to avoid the mace's swing, he was pulled by the fierce airflow and forcibly changed his flight trajectory.
Fortunately, the last thing the giant is good at dealing with is flying bugs like him. This was true in ancient times of war, and it is still true in modern times.
After slightly correcting the flight direction, Maka instantly picked up speed again and flew towards the top of the tower under the giant's furious sight.
"call-"
After avoiding the huge clod of soil that roared towards him, the next second, the clod of soil hit the tower heavily and suddenly shattered into a piece of stone debris.
Soon, the dust was blown away by the strong wind in the air, revealing the intact outer wall of the tower.
Maka glanced back at the giant and saw that it was holding up another piece of soil, so she released a magic spell and exploded it instantly.
"Speaking of which, how do giants train? Maybe we can look for Dumbledore's notes or something in the future..." Maka was thinking as she flew to the window at the top of the tower.
There are not many windows in Nurmengard... No, to be precise, there are only two holes in this tower. One is naturally the main entrance at the bottom of the tower, and the second is the window on the top.
This window hole is quite narrow, only about three fingers wide. It is pitch black when you look inside, and you can't see anything.
But on the stone walls of the tower itself, Maka felt a vague wave of magic power, rejecting all outsiders.
"It looks dilapidated on the surface, but is it actually full of defenses?"
Maka reached out and touched the cold gray-black outer wall, and immediately felt a needle-like tingling sensation on her palm. He did not retract his palm because of the sudden pain. He frowned and endured the pain and examined it carefully.
"It seems that there is no counterattack defensive magic like Rowena's tower..." Maka thought to herself, then stretched out her staff and pointed it at the outer wall.
"Crack-boom!"
He unceremoniously activated the power of the rules, and the wall was immediately covered with a layer of frost. There was a burst of shattering sounds from the inside out, and the magic fixed inside completely collapsed along with the entire outer wall.
Throwing the frozen stone to the bottom of the tower, Maka dodged and entered the room at the top of the Nurmengard Tower.
It can be seen that this is also a prison.
Although this room has beds, desks, wardrobes, etc., all the necessary daily necessities are available. But on the other side near the stairs, there was a whole side of black metal gate.
However, at this moment, the fence door is half open!
"Have you really escaped?"
Maka stared at the fence door and stood quietly next to the desk. Behind him, the cold moonlight disappeared without the obstruction of the wall and shone straight in silently, dragging a long shadow in front of him.
"Um?"
Maka turned his head and caught a glimpse of a piece of parchment on the desk. He picked it up and glanced at it, and then a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
"What is this?" he said coldly, "...a threat?"
Before she finished speaking, Maka stepped on the magic book and spun out from the gap behind her. The parchment in her hand was suddenly thrown down, and then she raised her staff and a blue-white light beam shot out.
In a violent roar, the parchment, along with the notorious Nurmengard Tower of the past, turned into cold fragments.
"That's the child Voldemort was talking about..." In the distant forest, an old man in ragged clothes looked at the icy blue light in the distance, with a hint of surprise on his old face.
"As expected...'cannot be fought head-on'?"