Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Germany, the forest to the east of Nuremberg.

After asking about the Nurmengard wizard prison in the mouth of Professor Binns, Marx set off as fast as possible. It’s just a rush to catch up. It’s already the evening when I arrived at the Zeebebe Forest.

Nurmengard wizard prison, since the time when the dark wizard was spreading throughout Europe, was ordered by Grindelwald.

It was once filled with the wizard against the Grindelwald atrocities, the most horrifying darkness of the entire European magic circle.

Ironically, when Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he was alone in the highest level of the prison that was once full of blood and despair.

Now, people who have remembered the horrible wizard, how many are there?

The dazzling sun has already abandoned its last glory in the western horizon, and the bright moon hangs eastward like a silver plate.

Marx shoulders a cold moonlight, pedaling a magic book, flying fast over a large dense forest.

“…Nurmengard.”

He saw that in the deepest part of the forest near the mountain range, there were two towering vertical broken walls next to each other. At the broken wall connection where the soil is well-defined, a cold and dark spire rises from the ground and stands in the center of the broken wall.

The towers are sharp and angular, and the stone walls are clearly engraved. It is just that the charms used to maintain the building’s integrity will be somewhat ruined as the years go down.

Marx’s flight speed was not reduced, and he took out his staff and held it in his hand. His eyes stared straight at the tower and approached him.

The cold wind that entered the night whistling in his ear, hiding the roar of the wild beast in the forest.

Finally, as he approached some of the broken houses around the tower, Marx slowed down and jumped into the open space between the ruins.

Grindelwald used Nurmengard as his base and expanded his sphere of influence. Naturally, there must be a place where he has been trained by his men.

After landing on the ground, Marx relaxed a little tired body because of long flight.

Although the pedal magic book flies, relying on the application of the Levitation charm, he can stand on top of himself, but rely on his own physical strength.

This type of flight, although it can maximize his ability to originate from the assassin, can be said to be a long time flight, in fact, broomstick is easier.

After a short break, Marx walked on the old road in the middle of the ruins and took a little bit of the wreckage on both sides of his house.

As far as the wreckage of these buildings can be distinguished, Grindelwald trained the wizard army here, which is obviously a real thing.

All the buildings here have a simple and tough style. At the end of the wide road, there were even damaged dolls for training spells in the open space in front of the Nurmengard High Prison.

The traces of militarization are clear at a glance.

“Speaking, I seem to have confirmed training plans like this!” Marx stepped into the open training ground, as if recalling something, shaking his head slightly.

Didn’t he try something similar in the short period of school in Durmstrang?

“Gellert Grindelwald, still here?”

Marx looked up at the top of the tower, and the bright moonlight floated down from the air, illuminating the entire Nurmgard and the stone walls around it.

“…he is better off.”

It might have made Marx’s mood a little bad for Grindelwald who might run out of it.

Compared to Voldemort, Grindelwald is better at how to use the means other than magic to gain benefits for himself. This Dumbledore’s former best friend and enemies are not as easy to see as Voldemort.

I was defeated by my old friends and locked up in this tower for decades. What was the world-famous careerist now?

“There is a stop.”

Marx just came to the front of the iron fence in the middle of the high wall, and a cold voice came out from the door.

“English?” He was slightly puzzled. “…is the guard left by Dumbledore?”

Professor Binns mentioned that there are sporadic records about Nurmengard that there seems to be an unknown guardian. It’s just that this is a fact. It’s a denial of attitude towards the fact that History has always been rigorous to the rigid Professor Binns.

“peng!”

“Hey…oh…hey…”

With a heavy muffled sound, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, it seemed to be the footsteps of the next.

“…Nurmengard … detained a repeater… refused to visit the prisoner.”

The cold voice, which did not contain a touch of emotion, rang again, and the next moment, a huge silage that was shorter than the high wall in front of Marx, entered Marx’s view from the side of the iron gate.

“giant?”

That’s right, at the moment, standing in front of Marx through the iron fence door, it is a giant that has not survived in modern times.

The giant is taller and stronger than the one Marx saw in the Giants tribe. Look at his surprisingly tall height, maybe nearly 30 feet.

Even more surprising is that the giant’s body is wearing a full set of skirts, and even a long-handed mace that looks like a formidable power.

In the Middle Ages, the muggle warriors used a mace to deal with the enemy of the armor, but this stuff came into the hands of the giant, but it was a thoroughly siege weapon.

“Where is this from the giant warrior?” Marx leaned over his neck and looked at the behemoth with his five times height, and his heart could not be whispered.

After watching each other for a moment, Marx pulled the dice and tried to scream.

“It was Dumbledore who sent me!”

The big man squatted a little, and after he squinted at Marx, he shook his head expressionlessly.

“Nurmengard, declined to visit.”

Probably this guy only said a few words, or because he stayed here for too long, Marx immediately found that communicating with him was simply futile.

No more nonsense with him, Marx took out the magic book and flew again.

The giant in the brain, almost full of fighting instincts, immediately picked up the mace, and when the Marx flew over the iron gate at high speed, the reaction swiftly rushed to him.

This hammer completely shows the powerful physical strength of the giant. In the place where the mace was passed, even the airflow was dragged wildly, and the emptiness of the air caused a burst of whistling.

Although Marx relied on his skillful flying skills to escape the hammering of the mace, he was dragged by the fierce airflow, forcibly changing his flight path.

Fortunately, the giant is not good at dealing with it, just like a small bug that he can fly. It was so during the ancient wars, and it was still the same in modern times.

After a slight correction of the flight direction, Marx instantly re-speeded up and flew to the top of the tower in the sight of the giants.

“hu ——”

Avoiding the huge clods that screamed after it, the next second, the clods slammed on the high tower, and it broke into a piece of stone slag.

Soon, the dust was dissipated by the wind in the air, but the outer wall of the tower was intact.

Marx glanced back at the giant and saw that he was holding another piece of clod, and he released a magic and instantly shattered it.

“That said, how did the giant train? Maybe you can find Dumbledore’s notes later…” Marx thought as he flew to the window hole at the top of the tower.

Nurmengard’s windows are not many… No, to be precise, this tower is also two holes in the body. One is naturally the main entrance to the bottom of the tower, and the second is the top window.

This window hole is quite narrow, about three fingers wide, and it is dark in the dark, and nothing can be seen.

On the stone wall of the tower itself, Marx felt a hidden magic power fluctuation, rejecting all outsiders.

“The surface seems to be ruined, but in reality it is all over the defense?”

Marx reached out and touched the icy gray black outer wall, and there was a needle-like tingling on the palm of his hand. He didn’t take back his palm because of the sudden pain, and frowned and healed the pain and examined it.

“It doesn’t seem like the tower of Rowena’s tower, set up a counter-defense magic…” Marx thought for a moment, then extended his staff to the outer wall.

“ka-cha – bang!”

He arbitrarily ignited the strength of Rule, and the wall was covered with a layer of frost. After a burst of cracks from the inside out, the magic fixed in it collapsed completely with the entire exterior wall.

The frozen stone was smashed down the tower and Marx flew into the top floor of the Nurmangerd tower.

It can be seen that this is also a prison.

Although there are beds, desks, wardrobes, etc. in this room, there are all kinds of daily necessities. On the other side of the stairs, there is a full black metal fence door.

However, at this moment, the fence door is half open!

“Sure enough, have you escaped?”

Marx stared at the fence door and stood quietly beside the desk. Behind him, the cold moonlight did not obstruct the wall, and came straight in silently, dragging a long shadow in front of him.

“en?”

Marx turned his head and saw a parchment on the desk. He took a rough look and saw a glimmer of light in his eyes.

“What is this?” He said coldly, “… threaten?”

The voice did not fall, Marx stepped out of the smashing mouth behind the magic book, and the parchment in his hand slammed into the squat, followed by a raised staff and a blue white beam.

In the midst of a violent roar, the parchment was accompanied by the infamous Nurmengard tower, which was transformed into a chilly piece.

“That is the child that Voldemort said…” In the forest far away, a ragged old man looked at the ice blue light in the distance, and his old face was slightly surprised.

“Sure enough… ‘Can’t be positive?'”