I opened a blind box at Hogwarts

Chapter 210 Nurmengard
Across the central part of Europe, in the deep depths of the snow-capped Alps all year round, there is a cold, dark, and remote castle. The name of this castle is Nurmengard.

This is a cold and cruel prison, and another prison named after it in Europe is called Azkaban.

The pitch-black tower soars into the sky, against the backdrop of the snow-capped Alps, it is like a black wedge deeply inserted into the earth.

Although the castle in the mountains is so conspicuous, Muggles who actually pass by from the ground or the sky can't see it at all, and even when they arrive here, they will use the urge to leave here from the bottom of their hearts, and soon forget it. Memories of being here.

Now the severe winter has just passed, but there is still no warmth in the Alps. A middle-aged man over half a century old is wearing a thick leather coat to wrap himself tightly. Facing the cold wind like a curse, the middle-aged man He had no choice but to shake his legs and wrapped himself in clothes tighter.

The middle-aged man worked hard to exhale the hot air in an attempt to increase the surrounding temperature, but it was a pity that he couldn't take a breath of cool air.
But despite this, the middle-aged man did not leave here. He endured the severe cold to wait for someone to arrive.

At this time, not far from the middle-aged man, the drink bottle that was originally buried deep in the snow rushed out of the crazy ghost animal hovering in mid-air.

If a Muggle passed by at this time, maybe he would think that there was a bug in the Earth OL, but the face of the middle-aged man was filled with the joy of anticipation.

The beverage bottle kept shaking and rotating at high speed, and the turbulent air flow continued to erupt from the mouth of the bottle, until a person appeared, and the beverage bottle fell loosely to the ground like a deflated ball, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, Dumbledore, you are finally here!"

The middle-aged man rubbed his palms and strode away, and he could see that ice crystals had formed on his two beards, and he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Thank you, Azmoke, for letting you come all the way from Germany to accompany me to meet an old friend." Dumbledore's body trembled. It seemed that his purple wizard robes could not withstand the severe cold. Looking up at the pale sky and saying, "Let me talk about it later, in this bad weather, I think we need to find a warm place first."

The middle-aged man called Azmoke didn't speak, he just looked at the black castle not far away just like Dumbledore.

A spooky castle with daunting black walls, but Azmok knew that this time his goal was here.

Dumbledore came to the gate of the castle first, looked at the line "for the greater good" on the edge of the door and fell into thought. It was a glorious time, but also a heart-wrenching time.

Azmoke, a middle-aged man, took out a document from his pocket, and shiveringly shouted at the empty castle watchtower, "Azmoke, Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic of Germany - Speer Association of the International Association of Wizards Captain Albus Dumbledore is here to visit!"

The empty castle did not respond, except for the growing blizzard and the place fell into an eerie silence.

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore." Azmok said with a wry smile, "Numrmengard has long since been abandoned. I don't know if there are still people guarding it, but the various guardian spells here are still in operation. Except for the gate we There's no way of getting in."

"I know, trust me, Azmoko, waiting will always pay off." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.

The middle-aged man Azmoke shook his head repeatedly. Dumbledore is always so unpredictable, and in some places he always has unimaginable confidence for others. Thinking of the purpose of his trip, Azmoke agreed. Dumbledore's persistence, and then he yelled again.

Compared with the last time, they have gained something this time.

In Nurmengard Castle, the dark gate slowly opened a gap, and an old house elf struggled to squeeze out through the gap.

It can be seen that it is too old to be able to open the door to a size that allows it to pass through.

It's just a house elf who can't be described as ragged. Its body is a short, crude, dirty rag that can't even cover its body.

"Hi sir, I am Doc, the house elf of Nurmengard." The old house elf, Doc, stood barefoot in the snow and ice.

The middle-aged man Azmok frowned slightly, and handed the document in his hand to Doc, "This is a document from the German Ministry of Magic. We are going to visit a prisoner who is detained here."

The old house elf, Doc, tried his best to straighten his hunched body, stretched out his hands and took the document from Azmoke's hand with trembling hands, and handed it back after confirmation.

"With all due respect to this lord, since Nurmengard was abandoned, there has been only one prisoner here and the only prisoner. I don't know if he is the person you are looking for."

Doc, the old house-elf, bent down respectfully.

"He is exactly the person we are looking for, take us to him," said Dumbledore.

After glancing back at Dumbledore, Azmoke urged the old house-elf, Doc, to lead the way.

Doc looked up at Dumbledore, and then squeezed into the back of the gate without looking back.

Azmoke wanted to insult such a rude house-elf, but was stopped by Dumbledore. In order not to touch the castle's guardian spell, the two wizards pushed open the dusty black door for a long time with their bare hands.

This prison was built by the famous Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald in the early years, and its function was to detain those opponents and use it to carry out terrorist notifications to Europe.

But the ridiculous thing is that after being defeated by Dumbledore and Newt, Grindelwald was not executed as he imagined, but was imprisoned in the prison he built to spend the rest of his life.

And he himself is really on the topmost floor of the tower of Nurmengard Castle at this moment.

Following the house elf Doc in the dark tower, the textbook black stairs kept going up, and finally Doc stopped in front of an iron fence.

Dumbledore and Azmoke behind Doc also stopped.

The prison cell behind the iron fence in front of me is extremely small, the window is a gap in the black rock, and on a small stone bed lies an old man with ragged clothes, shaggy hair, shaggy face and beard. From the missing corner, it can be seen that the "clothes" on Doc's body came from this blanket.

Apparently the sleeping old man didn't realize that there was a guest here, and there was only the sound of steady breathing in the dark cell.

(End of this chapter)