LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 521 Voldemort's First Meeting With Grindelwald
Chapter 521 Voldemort's first meeting with Grindelwald
Durmstrang, brig.
"No no."
"Let go of me, let me go quickly."
"Damn Death Eaters, none of you can run away when the leader returns."
"I am a man of saints."
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The confinement room, which was originally used to hold necromancers, is now filled with professors and staff from the school.
They may never have imagined that the place used to punish the students is now closed to themselves.
Most of the bound saint necromancers started cursing and shouting directly.
Facing the two necromancers outside the door, he greeted each other's parents and blood directly.
This made the two pureblood necromancers outside very unhappy.
But because of the master's previous order, he just kept a cold face and didn't say anything.
If he can, he will definitely let the other party enjoy what is called cramp, what is called pain, what is called death is heaven.
In the confinement room full of curses, near a corner on the left, there was no sound.
Because there is no one here, to be precise, there is only one woman.
She looked a little older, with some wrinkles on her face, wearing a dark blue necromancer robe, her eyes were closed, and her face was indifferent.
The necromancers around glanced at it from time to time, but quickly retracted it, as if they were afraid of this woman.
Then, he cursed these necromancers outside even louder.
Not only expressing one's anger, but also expressing a certain position.
They have nothing to do with this group of Death Eaters.
Although everyone knew that this group of Death Eaters could capture Durmstrang so smoothly, there must be an undercover agent.
What's more, relying on the leader's prophetic ability, he didn't notice it at all.
Either it's just a trick, or.
The consequences are even more dire.
"Lord Rozier, what should we do now?"
A middle-aged wizard with his hands and feet tied moved slowly and said in a low voice.
At this moment, this somewhat elderly woman is the backbone of the entire cell.
She has followed the leader for half a century and is Grindelwald's most trusted confidant.
"No need to do anything? Just wait." Rozier opened his eyes, said a short sentence, and continued to close his eyes, as if he had already made up his mind.
The necromancer on the side was a little disappointed when he heard it, but he didn't say much.
Up to now, although they have confidence in the leader.
But I also know that this time the enemy is not as simple as imagined.
Behind the Death Eaters is another Dark Lord, Voldemort, who once ravaged the necromancer world in England and fought against Dumbledore.
What's more troublesome is that, based on their intelligence, it seems that two more people appeared this time.
Having to make them feel a certain amount of anxiety.
At this moment, Vidar Rozier has no waves in his heart.
She has already sent the message to the adults through the wand in her hand, and has done everything she can.
The rest is up to the leader's decision.
Now, the Lord Grindelwald she knew was fighting against Dumbledore and the Goblin King in America.
Can you hurry back and recapture Durmstrang.
She wasn't sure either.
What she is most worried about now is, why did Master Grindelwald not discover the surprise attack?
This leads to a guess.
Could this be another trap?
Use them as bait for a trap.
After all, it was Turan, the king of goblins, who concealed his fate last time.
had a great impact on the saints.
Now that the two sides are fighting each other, it's hard not to think about it.
If the Goblin King unites with Voldemort, then
There were many such speculations in Rozier's mind, but they were overturned one by one, and she was not sure.
In the end, everything turned into a heavy sigh in my heart.
She did everything she could, and the rest was up to the adults.
The worst result, if it is really a decoy, then she will definitely not become a burden for adults.
With his eyes closed and contemplative, amidst the curses of the saints, Rozier kept deducing possible outcomes.
I don't know how long, suddenly.
The cursing in my ears suddenly disappeared, and all the opium was silent.
For some reason, a cold feeling suddenly rushed into my heart.
Rozier opened his eyes and stared at the two figures in front of him, as if he knew who was coming, without any expression.
"Vida Rozier, aged 93, studied at Durmstrang, met Getler Grindelwald at the age of 19, and was once hostile to him."
The pale-faced Voldemort whispered as if chatting.
The surrounding necromancers silenced their voices early after hearing it, and even shrank back constantly.
They can be regarded as the intermediate power of the saints, and they can clearly feel the deadly threat like death.
That's a power comparable to that of a leader, and there are two at a time, so they can't be afraid.
After Rozier heard it, he closed his eyes without any expression.
Seeing this, Voldemort was not angry at all, but continued: "At the age of 23, he was inspired by Grindelwald to become a saint."
"I once encountered 16 life-and-death crises, among which, I blocked at least 12 times for Grindelwald."
Speaking of this, Tom Riddle smiled faintly, and said in a voice full of evil: "So, Grindelwald should be regarded as trusting you very much."
"You said, if you attack him in your capacity."
"Will he survive?"
As soon as Voldemort's cold and evil voice fell, Rochelle's eyes widened, glaring, full of anger, and finally turned into a cold sentence.
"Voldemort, your plot will never succeed."
As soon as the voice fell, it was visible to the naked eye that Rozier's seven orifices began to bleed, and traces of light red began to appear in various parts of the body. The energy full of restlessness seemed to indicate that something very bad was about to happen.
Magic riot, self-destruct everything!
She had expected this to happen when she followed Grindelwald.
She said that she would not be a drag on adults, so she would never allow herself to be used as a bait.
Still the same sentence, she will do what she can do well, and the rest will be up to the adults.
She will use her own death to leave a final message for Lord Grindelwald.
Even if the other party has the means to conceal fate, even if the other party may use compound soup.
She will never allow herself to be a burden.
When the necromancers on the side heard it, many of them covered their ears.
They are not fools, can this kind of plan let them know?
If it is true, Rozier can't die first, then they must die first to prevent the news from leaking.
"enough."
Tom Riddle flicked his wand quickly, and immediately a mass of dark Purple vines with spikes appeared on Black's floor.
The deep purple spiked vines quickly wrapped around Vidar Rozier in front of him, constantly absorbing the violent magic power in Rozier's body,
Visible to the naked eye, red flame-colored lines and veins are constantly flowing on the originally deep purple vine branches.
And Rozier's chaotic and restless atmosphere gradually calmed down.
Feeling that his spell seemed to be resolved, Rozier's eyes showed a very complicated look.
She is definitely unwilling to die, but she is not afraid of death, let alone be a drag.
And now, Duan Ye, his last hand, has been cracked.
this means
"It's useful to keep Rozier." Tom Riddle's Voldemort said indifferently: "If you push her so hard, if you push her to death, we will all pay the price."
Upon hearing this, Voldemort shrugged his shoulders with a look of disdain on his face.
Die and die.
After the Gringotts incident, especially after coming to Europe this time, he felt something was wrong.
I seem to have fallen into an unknown net.
All action is being diverted.
He needs to break through this big net as soon as possible, no matter how high the price is.
Grindelwald, is a good choice.
"Let's go, your master is here."
"We have to show him what his loyal confidant has done for him, don't we?"
Without replying to Tom Riddle, Voldemort made some sarcasm.
Then he waved his wand and flew out of the confinement room with Rozier, who was covered in blood, walking towards the outside of Durmstrang.
At this moment, the passage outside the confinement room was already filled with a large number of Death Eaters.
Some of them were excited, some nervous, and some with a touch of fear.
Here comes Grindelwald.
Bring a large number of elite saints to the outside of Durmstrang.
At this time, you can only rely on the master.
For the prisoners in the confinement room, they knew it early.
Master ordered not to do anything, so they naturally didn't dare to make rash moves.
At this moment, when Voldemort walked out slowly, Rozier was floating behind him covered in blood.
All the Death Eaters stood on the edge of the wall one after another, opening a spacious passage to their master.
tread! tread! tread!
tick! tick!
Voldemort stepped on his boots and walked outside.
Rochelle was floating in mid-air, blood dripping drop by drop on the ground.
A long bloodstain followed.
Seeing the miserable scene in front of them, all the Death Eaters trembled.
They don't know it's Tom Riddle's hand to ease Rozier's self-destruction.
But they knew that their master Voldemort could do anything.
Especially this kind of torture and killing of captives is not too common.
call! call! call!
Outside Durmstrang, in a field of ice and snow, the cold wind was howling, blowing against the huge amounts of the building.
Wearing a black robe, Grindelwald stood at the gate of Durmstrang, and behind him stood a dense crowd of saints.
The queue is neat, and it seems to have some power.
At this moment, Grindelwald's heart was already filled with anger.
Now he can't wait to directly attack Durmstrang, find out who is behind the scenes, and tear him into pieces.
But he was also very calm inside.
The sense of fate once again failed.
He had to wonder if the other party had set a trap early and waited for him.
Today, the once mysterious fate seems to be repeatedly blocked.
Various accidents have occurred in his actions.
The Magic Congress, which had fallen smoothly, suddenly appeared as the king of goblins.
Durmstrang, the already impregnable stronghold, was also captured.
Dumbledore came to America suddenly.
Lockhart in association with the Ministry of Magic issued so-called Necromancer Fortune Cards.
The world is constantly changing, and he can clearly perceive it.
But it's a pity, he didn't enjoy the bonus, but his plan was repeatedly interrupted.
This made him a little anxious deep in his heart.
Could it be that this world is gradually rejecting an old man like him.
The fall of Durmstrang this time woke him up.
His original good situation is all floating clouds and illusions.
He needs to repeatedly lay down the foundation.
At this moment, what to do next, he vaguely had an answer in his heart.
At the moment
Click! Click! Click!
The door of Durmstrang opened quietly, and the two Voldemorts and a group of Death Eaters walked outside one after another, watching the saints opposite.
At this moment, it was the first time that the two generations of Dark Lords looked at each other.
At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Especially when Grindelwald sees Rozier covered in blood.
The cold, killing intent of death rushed out frantically, aiming directly at Voldemort and Tom.
The black pupil of the left eye quietly turned into silver white, and the majestic power of fate responded and began to surge.
Provocative, outright provocative.
Voldemort and Tom on the opposite side sensed Grindelwald's strong hostility.
Voldemort smiled cruelly, lightly raised his wand in his hand, Rozier's figure swayed, and blood kept dripping in the snow.
Blossoming red plums are dyed on the snow-white earth.
It seems to be provocative.
And Tom looked at Grindelwald across the way and smiled.
At this moment, the two sides were silent, and no one seemed to speak.
But the surging magic power seems to have exhausted all that can be said.
call!
Tom waved the yew wand in his hand, and Rochelle's body slowly floated forward, flying towards Grindelwald.
Seeing this, Voldemort showed a disdainful smile on his face, but he didn't stop him.
"Grindelwald, your subordinates are very brave." Tom commented as if applauding: "If you disagree, you will commit suicide."
"I like."
"However, a gentleman does not take away people's love, I leave it to you."
Tom controlled Rozier to fly slowly in front of Grindelwald, as if to express his kindness.
Although a fight with Grindelwald is inevitable.
However, it is better not to fight to the death.
He didn't want to, and I'm sure Grindelwald didn't want to either.
After all, the Goblin King and Dumbledore could be watching.
On his side, there is a Lockhart and another Voldemort.
Therefore, he had to save Rozier's life, and even the lives of Durmstrang's professors.
The purpose is to give an excuse to ease the relationship between the two parties.
Looking at Rozier in front of him, Grindelwald carefully sensed Rozier's state.
Soon, he let out a sigh of relief, but fortunately there was no major problem.
It's just that the magic violence burned in the body was forcibly interrupted, coupled with excessive blood loss, the body fell into weakness.
He patted Rozier's shoulder lightly with his hand, as if to reassure her that she was safe.
At this moment, Rozier tried his best to open his eyes and looked at the familiar face with a smile on his face.
Immediately afterwards, as if thinking of something, he tried to use up all his strength, but the sound he made was still like a mosquito.
"Be careful. I'm the bait."
The voice is very small, but the voice just emerges.
Grindelwald felt nothing but a creeping sensation rushing through him.
next moment.
sizzle sizzle sizzle
Deep Purple smoke spread rapidly from Rozier's body.
In the blink of an eye, Grindelwald, and the saints behind him, were already enveloped.
Before the saints in front could react, their skins had already come into contact with the Purple smoke.
"Ah! Ah! Ah"
Cries of pain and screams of despair sounded one after another.
It seems to illustrate the power of this black magic again.
At this moment, Tom was stunned when he saw this scene.
Then he turned back suddenly, staring at Voldemort not far away.
Seeing the other party raised his wand high and facing himself, there was an even more sinister smile on his face.
After a quick glance at Grindelwald, who was shrouded in deep purple smoke, he seemed to be aware of the other's angry, murderous eyes.
At this moment, Tom secretly thought something was wrong.
It's over, the plan is out of control.
Everything is messed up.
(end of this chapter)