In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 278 276. What the hell does he want to do! (two in one)

Durmstrang's daily meals are good.

In the morning, Jon and the others eat toasted bread with brown goat cheese. The goat cheese is sweet and salty, with a strong milky taste. It tastes like toffee. The side dishes include vegetables such as cucumbers and sliced ​​salmon .

Halfway through lunch, Jon came to the auditorium from the library. The table was already filled with smoked salmon, dried cod, seafood hot dogs, and salted lamb chops.

It is estimated that because of the proximity to the sea, seafood accounts for a lot of food, but Durmstrang’s house elves are very skilled. Even Hogwarts students who have eaten enough seafood in the past few months, after trying And no longer become resistant.

Jon was at the dining table with Hermione and they learned about their class today. The Hogwarts students responded well. Except for the strange English accent of a few professors, there was nothing that made them uncomfortable.

After lunch, Hogwarts students of all grades were organized together and came to the lakeside clearing behind Durmstrang Castle to prepare for their first flying lessons in their lives.

Because each of them had the same starting point in controlling the broomstick, so in order to save the energy of the flying teacher, this class became a big class.

Jon also went to finish this class. This is not the first time he touched the broomstick. He had learned the most basic lessons under the guidance of Dumbledore when he was traveling with Dumbledore in France. How to use the broomstick.

After all, there are some places that cannot be reached by methods such as apparation and Floo powder, and the wizard can only rely on the wizard to find a way to get there.

After this flight lesson, Jon didn't delay any longer. He went directly to the door of Principal Grindelwald's office and knocked on the door.

When he entered, Grindelwald was reading a newspaper from France called "Starlight Daily".

This newspaper is a magic daily established by the Wupingxian organization led by Dumbledore in recent months. The implication of "starlight" is to echo that every wizard should be equal and free even when the night is shrouded program.

Now the Starlight Daily is engaged in a public opinion war with the Magic Newspaper under the control of the French Ministry of Magic, and will also report on some current war situations.

"In fact, it never occurred to Albus that he would now lead an organization with political significance."

Grindelwald put down the newspaper in his hand and watched Jon walk in, with a hint of schadenfreude in his smile.

"He has tried his best to stay away from everything to do with politics all his life. Even in his most prestigious days, countless people wanted him to be the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom. People believed that if he came to power, he would give everyone Bring what they want, but he still has no intention of running for election. He just became a mascot-like president in the so-called International Federation of Wizards."

Jon was a little puzzled.

"Professor Dumbledore might prefer to be Headmaster at the school?"

"It is he who hates the intrigue in the political field." Grindelwald put down the newspaper in his hand, "If you want to defeat those who seek high positions for fame and fortune, you have to become worse and smarter than him. Just like Albus has never used the Unforgivable Curse, such a thing is against his inner will, so no matter how many people wish to do so, he has always stayed away from it."

"But now he has to do it. If he is still unwilling to take on these, then the so-called defeating Voldemort can only be a joke."

Grindelwald looked at Jon, and he said calmly.

"This is also the reason why I want to teach you something. I will never deny Albus's greatness, but people will have shortcomings. Being too idealistic is his biggest shortcoming. He is very clear that his biggest problem is What. But if it wasn't, then he wouldn't be called Albus Dumbledore."

"You have been following him in Hogwarts, and you will also be affected by his mentality unconsciously. I can see it from the death curse you used yesterday at sea. The spell you are It has been successfully used, but it is obviously not the enemy you are facing that makes you have such firm thoughts of killing. This is not good, and it is the biggest disadvantage of using the Unforgivable Curse. Because your emotions are not stable, temporarily killing Intent will allow you to use this spell successfully, but human memory will pass with the passage of time, sooner or later you will feel vague about the memory and scene that made you kill, once you can’t be there, Then even if you use the Killing Curse, it will only cause nosebleeds at most."

While saying these words, Grindelwald stood up from the chair, and the long windbreaker and black round hat hanging on the hanger not far away flew onto him by himself.

Seeing that he was about to go out, Jon followed immediately.

"Where are we going?"

Grindelwald didn't go out the door, he came to the fireplace and pinched a small cluster of green powder.

"A secret place, don't ask too much, grab some Floo powder, and listen to me tell the name of the place later, and then you repeat my actions."

He sprinkled Floo powder on the fire, and the orange fire instantly turned green.

Grindelwald walked into the flames that couldn't feel the slightest bit of heat, and said very clearly at the same time.

"The Abbey of Rameau Hans."

The next moment he was swept by green flames and disappeared in front of Jon.

Jon didn't stop either, he also sprinkled the green powder into the fire that turned orange again, and after the flame turned completely green, he walked into the green fire and read the name of the monastery.

In a barren mountain range in the northernmost part of Norway, there are dead trees and snow that can submerge people's knees everywhere. The only living creature here is like a crested goshawk gliding in the sky.

And on the bleak mountainside, there is a dilapidated building that has been abandoned by humans. It is an abandoned monastery. The house in the middle is surrounded by dilapidated wooden fences. This layer of protection has no defense at all. Any medium-sized animal can smash it.

Grindelwald took Jon out of the monastery. Every time they exhaled, a cloud of white mist would form in the air, lingering in the cold air.

Jon tightened the robe on his body. He was not wearing thin clothes, but coming suddenly from the warm environment of the principal's office to such a place, his body had not yet adjusted to it.

Grindelwald didn't seem to be affected in any way. He walked ahead of Jon and led him out of the dilapidated monastery and into the dry woods.

Jon followed behind him, and didn't ask them the destination of this trip. He was just a little curious, and Grindelwald brought him out specially, what exactly he wanted to teach him.

Just as they walked into the dry woods, Jon from a distance saw something hanging in the depths of the woods.

Those things were hung on the branches of dead trees, and each one was not small. It reminded Jon of the bacon that was hung in front of his house in the countryside in the winter of his previous life to dry.

Just when Jon was focusing on those "bacon", a thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him and Grindelwald at some point.

This was a very old man, and Jon felt from his appearance that he was not much younger than the administrator in the library in Durmstrang.

He was unusually small in stature, about as tall as Professor Flitwick, but even thinner, with an old face like that of a scrawny monkey.

But different from his appearance, after seeing Grindelwald, he was extremely excited, and said in German that Jon couldn't understand.

"My most loyal and greatest master! You are like a star in the sky! You guide the future of the wizarding world! Your contribution must be passed on forever! All wizards thank you for your name before they start school magic."

He chattered on and on about disgusting compliments, until he saw Grindelwald impatiently touching his wand, and he honestly shut up.

"Sometimes I really want to sew that broken mouth of yours shut!"

The dwarf old man smiled mischievously.

"Then I won't be able to recite the spell to help the master. Let me use a little bit of residual heat to sew my mouth shut on the day the master's dream comes true."

When the old man spoke, he turned his gaze to Jon.

"Who is this child? A relative of the master?"

He can't help but have this kind of speculation, because even if Grindelwald became the principal of Durmstrang, he would never bring any children to this place.

"Ask less about things you shouldn't ask."

Grindelwald didn't mean to introduce Jon's identity to him, and the old dwarf obediently retreated to his other side, while not forgetting to observe Jon's face, as if he wanted to provide evidence for his guess.

Jon didn't understand a word of their conversation, and after noticing the old man's gaze, he just smiled politely back.

"How many are still alive?"

Grindelwald suddenly asked the old man thoughtlessly.

As they walked into the depths of the woods, the old man named Lamo Hans reported to Grindelwald with some embarrassment.

"I've tried my best to keep my hands and be careful, but I can only say that these people are a little too weak."

"quantity."

"14!" Hearing Grindelwald's voice getting calmer, Hans immediately said honestly, "14 people are still angry."

Although I didn't expect to hear such a satisfactory number, the number of 14 still made Grindelwald's eyes extremely weird.

"You really want to go back to the North Pole to study those stupid bears?"

Hans obviously became scared, he explained in a panic.

"It's really not my extravagance! Master! You know, this kind of research needs a lot of reference samples to add to it from the beginning! This is not something that five or ten individuals can satisfy! If we are lucky, we may be studying Significant discoveries can be made in the first sample, but if you are unlucky, it can only be like this."

Jon couldn't understand the conversation between them, but the further he walked in, the more strange smell Jon could smell.

The smell was not very obvious, the cold air and snow covered and slowed down the movement of most of the objects, making the smell not emit as quickly as under normal conditions.

But gradually, the smell became more and more intense, and it seemed that there was no way to cover it even in the cold environment.

Jon frowned and smelled the indescribable smell. He couldn't help but think of the Eskimos' special food pickled puffins in the article. They would peel open the belly of the seal and put hundreds of puffins in it. The stomach of the seal, and then sew the opening closed and bury it in the frozen soil to allow the stomach acid of the seal to ferment the puffin.

After waiting for a year or two, dig it out again, take out the puffin from the stomach of the seal, and finally use your mouth to suck from the anus of the puffin to suck out the fermented and rotten internal organs.

It is said to be a taste similar to bran and natto.

Jon has never tried this kind of anti-human food, but the taste of this food he imagined in his mind is like the smell he smells now, like fermented carrion, it just smells bad at first, But when you get close, it will make people nauseous.

And when he got closer, Jon finally saw what the "bacon" hanging on the tree was.

It is indeed like the process of making bacon, hanging some kind of meat on a tree to dry, but that large piece of meat is not pork, but human!
People who had their chests and stomachs ripped open one by one!

Just as Jon imagined that the stomach of the seal would be peeled off when the pickled puffin was being made, these people were also "opened" by themselves!

Through the half-opened crack, you can vaguely see various internal organs that have been frozen into lumps of ice!
There is no white snow on the ground, and there is a piece of scarlet like the dead sea of ​​hell everywhere!
When he really came to this picture of purgatory on earth, Jon could not smell the blood and smell. These evils committed by demons were all sealed in the ice and snow, and only this could be displayed in front of the world. A scene that is enough to drive normal people crazy.

Jon recognized these faces hanging from the trees, like "bacon" floating in the cold wind.

These people are all the Death Eaters brought by the two brothers Rabasta and Rodolphus on the sea yesterday. They were riding on broomsticks yesterday, waving their magic wands to round up themselves, but now they have become Cold rotten meat!
Jon stared blankly at this scene for a full two or three minutes. During this period, Hans impatiently wanted to take Grindelwald forward, but was shocked by his indifferent eyes.

It wasn't until three minutes later that Jon turned his head again, his lips were pale, and the look in Grindelwald's eyes had never been incomprehensible and unacceptable.

It was only at this time that he really realized how cruel and bloody the title "Dark Lord" was, and this man who walked out of that tower again after more than [-] years.

What on earth is he trying to do!
　Only then did I find out that the chapter "Interrogation" was reviewed, and the only chapter that was actually sent out yesterday was [-] words. No wonder I saw someone say that I broke the chapter, obviously I calculated all the content...

　　Damn it, it’s the first time I’ve been locked in a dark room, I don’t even know what taboos there are in this chapter, it was released to me at noon today, I don’t understand ╮(︶﹏︶)╭

　　Originally, I thought I might be audited one day because of my color, but it turned out like this
　　
　
(End of this chapter)