"But..." Fu Rong hesitated to speak, her eyes hesitated.
"The person staying inside is the most terrifying Dark Lord before Voldemort. Even if he doesn't have a wand in his hand, I don't know what will happen in this room. You can block them for a while." Malfoy's behavior to Fleur was both a reminder and a hindrance.
In order to play a role, he even said something cruel: "I don't want to wait to be distracted and protect you."
Fu Rong's face turned pale for a moment, and then she nodded, she could tell the difference between serious and serious.
Tracing back to the root, the purpose of their coming here is for a plan.
This is a very simple plan, but Dumbledore proposed an improved plan. Originally, the old man should go there himself.
It is up to him to lobby.
At that time, Malfoy just reminded Dumbledore that to prevent Voldemort from learning the secrets of the twin wands and the old wand, Grindelwald was a key part of the latter.
He knows a lot of secrets. He stole the Elder Wand from a famous wand maker, Gringovich. As for the saints who used to be his subordinates, they are also a powerful force, and they are the objects that Voldemort needs to fight for. A force to be reckoned with.
Malfoy's suggestion was only to protect the former Dark Lord and avoid Voldemort's conspiracy, but Dumbledore gave even more bizarre suggestions.
Get him Grindelwald out of prison and fight Voldemort.
"Aren't you afraid that the two will join forces?" Malfoy asked slightly suspiciously at that time.
"He's not Voldemort, I understand him." Dumbledore shook his head at the time, but there was something hidden in his eyes.
The original plan was for Dumbledore to personally persuade his "old lover." However, the subsequent plan was disrupted, and this task was handed over to Malfoy.
The old man was still determined that even if he didn't have to go in person, Grindelwald would still compromise.
"Alahoo hole." Malfoy's wand feinted at the mottled iron lock, and a spark flickered.
"Crackling." The iron lock hit the ground and snapped.
The power of the years is too strong. It is said that the prison for Grindelwald was set up by Dumbledore himself and blessed with a confinement spell, but decades have passed, and an unlocking spell has solved everything.
Maybe someone thought of it, but no one wanted to strengthen the defense here.
Who would go to make fun of themselves
"It's been a long time since outsiders have been here. The jailers here are used to putting food at the door. Is that to seek revenge? The movement outside just now was caused by you, right?" The old man said hoarsely, facing the people outside explain.
He had sensed someone was coming.
"Whose descendant is that?" Grindelwald sat on the broken wooden bed, scratching the cold wall with his thin and feeble fingers, muttering to himself, closing his eyes.
"I have the impression that I hate my enemies. They should all be dead, but it doesn't matter. Forget it, let's do it. Anyway, I have committed a lot of crimes." Grindelwald panted heavily, and it was quite difficult for him to breathe now.
"The right hand behind you is not as honest as you said." Malfoy did not step forward, but stopped at the door, sizing up the old man in front of him, and the iron door behind him clicked, unexpectedly consciously Closed.
"Oh, I'm really old, and sneak attacks will be discovered." Grindelwald's right hand relaxed, as if he had dropped something stick-shaped, and closed his eyes helplessly.
If someone really foolishly thought that the all-powerful Dark Lord would be captured without a fight, he would surely die a miserable death.
Don't underestimate anyone's will to survive.
"I'm not here for revenge, Mr. Grindelwald." Malfoy explained his intention, and he looked at everything in the house with the help of the dazzling lightning flashing outside the window from time to time.
"Here is a letter from Dumbledore to you. He said that after you read it, you will understand."
The lightning flashed on and off, and the dazzling light blue light flickered outside the tower, and the thunder rumbled. The old man's corpse-like face was illuminated by the light for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.
Upon hearing this name, Grindelwald's skinny hands were clenched suddenly, but his body remained indifferent, as if dead.
There was a dilapidated table in the corner, and a corner of the table leg was missing. Malfoy guessed that it was the table leg that Grindelwald tore off and temporarily used it as a magic wand to defend against the enemy.
The things on the table caught Malfoy's attention at this moment, it was covered with parchment, and compared to the rest of the table, the table looked neat and orderly.
Seeing that Grindelwald didn't respond, Malfoy prepared to move over there to check for clues. .
"Stop." Grindelwald said coldly, opening his eyes.
"Why didn't he come by himself?" Grindelwald asked coldly, with a piercing chill flashing in his eyes. At this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to the era when he overwhelmed all sentient beings.
"If I really want to leave, who can stop me? Do I need someone to rescue me? Nurmengard is a prison I built with my own hands." Grindelwald's face was ferocious, and bloodshot eyes instantly filled his eyes.
A terrifying aura rose from his body.
In his twilight years, a dying lion is still a lion.
Only Voldemort, who had returned to his peak, would kill him in his old age and frailty.
At that time, it was meaningless to resist, and perhaps a slightly decent way of death could be obtained.
But now, in front of him is just an ordinary student who is still underage, and his dignity does not allow easy desecration.
The parchment on the table stood up suddenly, turned into a sharp blade, flashed a cold light, and stabbed at Malfoy with a "swish".
"You're so old, why are you still so impulsive?" Malfoy flicked his wand lightly, and these blade-like sharp weapons stopped abruptly in the air in an instant, returned to the original way, floated back to the original place lightly, and quickly returned to their original shape. Neatly stacked parchment paper.
It's much neater than before.
"The magic power is well controlled. Are Albus's students so powerful at this age?" Grindelwald raised his head at this time, looking at the blue lightning that was constantly dancing outside the window, interweaving into a network, letting the dazzling The electric glow drilled into his faded blue eyeballs.
He may be lamenting the passing of time.
"It's just in name, he didn't teach me any magic." Malfoy replied lightly.
"Albus, do you trust you?" He asked tentatively, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
"Maybe." Malfoy shrugged, not aware of anything else for the time being, such as the eyes of the old man.
"I underestimated you..." Grindelwald began to cough heavily.
"That's right, the person who can replace him, how can he be an ordinary person." Grindelwald muttered to himself.