Just after Voldemort had left England to go to Russia to find the secret of the Elder Wand, and shortly after the trial against Malfoy ended, the Dark Lord's opponent did not stop his pace.
At the junction of Haute-Savoie in France and Valle d'Aosta in Italy, there is the seldom-inhabited Bianco Peak, which is covered with snow all the year round and has a cold climate. Looking around, the mountains are covered by white Covered by a piece of snow, it seems to be wearing a white sweater. The mountains are surrounded by hazy mist. Occasionally, the winter sun penetrates the layers of entangled clouds and mist. The faint light shines on the snow layer, refracting brilliant pale golden radiance.
But these sunlights have almost no profound impact on the white snow, which does not melt all year round.
And behind this unbelievable beauty, there are countless dangers hidden. In recent years, some Muggles have come to challenge this daunting height, and the occasional avalanche buried many people who dared to underestimate the power of nature. ordinary people.
Today, this mountain ushered in a pair of travelers.
If someone is here, they will involuntarily exclaim in amazement.
Because the age of this pair of travelers looks so high, it is not suitable for challenging such a height at all. One of them is tall, with white beard and hair, hale and hearty, and looks very kind. Can recognize his appearance when he was young.
What is even more surprising is that they did not carry any climbing aids, not even the most basic cold protection equipment.
Both of them were wearing thin and old robes. I don't know, maybe they thought they were still living in the Middle Ages or even earlier.
But even so, looking at their expressions, it seems that they don't feel cold at all, and they are relaxed, which has to be amazed.
The former is dressed in a black robe, which is almost an indistinguishable black spot in the snow-capped mountains, while the latter is dressed in a light green robe, which is embroidered with light red silk threads, mysterious patterns and symbols. surrounded by it.
"Albus, I still don't know why you play this trick of cheating death, at least in my opinion, it is meaningless." The latter was wearing a black robe, striding across the rugged mountain road The sharp, slanted stones and the cold weather did not affect him in the slightest, and he walked on the mountain like walking on flat ground.
Looking carefully, he didn't seem to have set foot on the ground, clinging to the winding road, a gap made of air leaked out under his feet.
Extremely delicate floating technique.
Occasionally, the sharp thorns protruding from some bushes were cut by an invisible wind blade before they touched him, mixed with soft white snow, and rolled down into the valley.
This seems to be an undeveloped mountain road.
The old man chattered endlessly, and the white gas continuously spit out from his mouth, and then condensed into ice cubes in mid-air and fell down.
"The so-called Dark Lord, the two of us can get rid of him together, and it will even be extremely easy. I think it is not much more difficult than crushing a bedbug."
"He is very afraid of you. He is not your opponent in the first place, otherwise he would not attack you timidly. If you add me..."
The old man behind him shook his head, and his silver-white beard danced accordingly. It was Dumbledore who was shot down by the impact of Voldemort's Disarming Curse and fell into the other side of the veil. In the eyes of everyone, he was completely dead.
"That's not enough, we can't completely destroy him." Dumbledore avoided a huge rock wrapped in snow that rolled down naturally, and followed behind Grindelwald.
He opened his mouth and explained.
"And... Gellert." Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, and fell silent in the middle of speaking, his large robe was rattling by the wind.
"Okay." Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore with deep eyes, and didn't ask any further.
"I've been in prison for a long time, it's time to come out and do some activities." Now he was talking to himself again.
The two are now on the mountain road and the speed is starting to slow down.
Grindelwald didn't know where they were going, and he didn't know when he started to follow Dumbledore again, and it was replaced by him leading the way.
He tried it out, and Apparating around here cost more mana than usual.
When the two crossed a white-capped mountain again, Grindelwald's expression changed.
"Muggle Repelling Curse? Are you coming here?"
Then he took a decisive step forward, and found that the surrounding temperature had suddenly risen, and his eyes were distorted. Just now, it was a world of ice and snow, but now his eyes have been turned upside down. Pile of trees are full of greenery, lush, tall and tall, enclosing the surrounding area. There is a circle of defense that looks like a city wall, resisting the severe cold.
It is in stark contrast to the old dead branches covered with snow that we saw along the way.
Some sluggish alchemy puppets were dressed in armor made of gold, with magic lines engraved in it, holding a long stick of pure gold in their hands, and placed it horizontally on their chests.
A few puppets bent down and were using brooms to sweep away the drifting snow, or stepped on them, continuously transpiring the melted snow.
Bright gemstones were inlaid into the eye sockets to act as eyeballs, but they were still dull.
Dumbledore's wide cuffs suddenly bulged, and after shaking a few times, a fiery red phoenix sprang out from it. With a soft moan, it stood on the lush green grass, shook its body, and held itself high again. The head took a few steps forward.
It was Phoenix Fox, who had been away from Hogwarts for a long time.
"And your broken bird, do you really trust it? You gave it your life. What if Voldemort used Avada Kedavra and it ran away, what would you do?"
"Loyalty is mutual, Fox is loyal to me as if I trust him." Dumbledore closed his eyelids and said slowly.
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and looked at the proud phoenix with great interest.
"It's a pity that Voldemort didn't use the Death Curse, you are a white bird."
"Oh, the Disarming Curse, it seems that the charm of the wand is stronger than your life."
"But in his eyes, your death must be an unexpected surprise."
"It's ironic that my old enemy for many years died on a disarming spell."
"If it was such a humiliating way for me to die, I might not even die in peace."
"Alas." Dumbledore sighed, not knowing why.
He did a lot of hand preparation.
He didn't want to be here if he could.
He led the way and came to the most detailed-looking puppet.
The belt is dotted with a few white pearls, and many runes of increasing strength are engraved on the wrist.
The puppet made by alchemy seemed to recognize the old man. He moved his metal body swayingly, and stepped aside. Open.
Some scattered dust was splashed.
Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, and the dust was swept away.
The house is brightly lit, and the old-fashioned light bulb above the head is blooming with an inextinguishable orange light, which looks quite gentle.
Just when Dumbledore was about to take a step forward, he felt a hot sensation spreading from the other cuff.
"It seems that your student has some new information to report to you." Grindelwald seemed to have sensed the abnormality of the double-sided mirror, and said suddenly.