Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Even after Voldemort had left England and went to Russia to find out about the Elder Wand, not long after Malfoy's trial ended, the Dark Lord's nemesis did not stop.

At the junction of Haute-Savoie in France and Valle d'Aosta in Italy, there is the rarely visited Bianco Peak, where snow is covered all year round and the climate is cold. Covered by a piece of white snow, as if wearing a white sweater, the mountains are surrounded by hazy mist, and occasionally the winter sun wears the layers of layered, tangled clouds and mist, and the faint light shines on the snow layer, reflecting brilliant pale golden glow.

However, these sunlights have little profound effect on the white snow and do not melt all year round.

And behind the breathtaking beauty of this height, there are countless dangers. In recent years, some Muggles have come to challenge this daunting height, and the occasional avalanche has buried many people who dared to underestimate the power of nature. ordinary people.

Today, this mountain welcomes a pair of travelers.

If someone is here, they will be amazed involuntarily.

Because the age of this pair of travelers seems to be so high, it is not suitable for challenging such a height at all. One of them is tall, with white hair and beard, and looks very kind. You can make out what he looked like when he was young.

Even more surprising is that they did not carry any mountaineering aids, not even the most basic cold protection equipment.

Both of them were wearing a thin and old robe, 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, they are relaxed and at ease, and they have to be amazed.

The former is a black robe, which is almost a black spot that is hard to identify in the snow-capped mountains, while the latter is dressed in a light green robe, embroidered with light red silk threads, mysterious patterns and symbols. surrounded by it.

"Albus, I still don't know why you are playing such tricks, at least in my opinion it is meaningless." The latter, dressed in black robes, strode across the rugged mountain road , the sharp, slanting and finely broken stones and the cold weather have no influence on him, and he is like walking on the ground in the mountains.

Looking closely, he didn't seem to have stepped on the ground, clinging to the winding road, leaking a gap of air at the bottom of his feet.

A very delicate float.

Occasionally some thorns stick out from the bushes,

Before touching him, he was cut open by an invisible wind blade, mixed with soft white snow blocks, and rolled down into the valley.

This seems to be an unexplored mountain road.

The old man was chattering, and the white gas was 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 solve him together, and it will even be very easy. I think it is not much harder than crushing a bedbug."

"He is very afraid of you, and he is not your opponent, otherwise he will not sneak up on you, if you add me..."

The old man behind him shook his head, and his silver-white beard danced with it. He was shot down by the impact of Voldemort's Disarming Curse, fell into the other side of the curtain, and was completely dead in the eyes of everyone.

"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.

Opened the mouth to explain.

"And... Gellert." Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, and fell into silence in the middle of his words, his wide robes squeaked by the wind.

"Okay." Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore with deep eyes, and stopped asking.

"I've been in prison for a long time, it's time to come out and do some activities." He was talking to himself again now.

The speed of the two now on the mountain road started to slow down.

Grindelwald didn't know where they were going, and he didn't know when, he started to follow behind Dumbledore again, and he was leading the way.

He tried it out, and using Apparition around here cost more mana than usual.

When the two crossed a white mountain again, Grindelwald's face changed.

"Muggle Repelling Charm? Are you here?"

Then he took a decisive step forward, and found that the temperature around him suddenly increased, and his eyes were distorted. It was ice and snow just now, but now the ground has turned upside down. The piles of trees are green, lush, and tall and straight, surrounding the surrounding area. There is a circle of defense like a city wall, resisting the cold.

It was in stark contrast to the old, dead branches that were covered with snow on the road just now.

Some sluggish alchemy puppets, dressed in armor made of gold, with magic lines engraved in them, held a long stick of pure gold in their hands and placed them on their chests.

A few puppets bent down and were using their brooms to sweep out the snow that had drifted in, or to step on them to steam the melted snow.

The dazzling gems were inlaid into the eye sockets, acting as eyeballs, but they were still indifferent.

Dumbledore's wide cuffs suddenly bulged, and after shaking a few times, a flaming red phoenix sprang out of it, groaned softly, stood on the green grass, shook his body, and held his head 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 your life to it. What if Voldemort used Avada's life and it ran away?"

"Loyalty is mutual. Fox is loyal to me as much as I trust it." Dumbledore closed his eyelids and said slowly.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and looked at the arrogant phoenix with interest.

"It's a pity that Voldemort didn't use the death curse. You are a leucorrhea."

"Oh, the disarming spell, it seems that the charm of the wand is stronger than your life."

"But in his eyes, your death must be a surprise."

"It's ironic that a long-time enemy died on a disarming spell."

"If it was my humiliating way of dying, I might not be able to die."

"Alas." Dumbledore sighed, not knowing why.

He did a lot of hand preparation.

He didn't want to come here if he could.

He led the way ahead and walked to the most delicate looking puppet.

The belt is dotted with a few white pearls, and many power-increasing runes are engraved on the wrist.

The puppet made by alchemy seemed to recognize the old man, moved his metal body with a sway, and moved away. Open.

There was some scattered dust.

Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, and the dust was swept away.

The house was brightly lit, and the old-fashioned light bulb overhead was glowing with an inextinguishable orange light, which seemed quite gentle.

Just as Dumbledore was about to take a step forward, he felt a burning sensation spread across the cuff on the other side.

"It seems that your student has some new information to report to you." Grindelwald also seemed to feel the abnormality of the double-sided mirror, and suddenly said.