Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Dumbledore was warmly received by the Austrian Ministry of Magic officials, at least on the surface.

To be honest, they were not very happy to know that Dumbledore wanted to meet that person, but the Austrian Ministry of Magic owed Dumbledore a huge favor. Even though they had changed Minister of Magic several times in the past few decades, they still had to acknowledge this favor.

"One week. I will let you in for a week at most."

The Austrian official said in a categorical voice.

"One week is too little time to accomplish anything."

Dumbledore frowned deeply upon hearing this: "This is different from what Minister Wilson agreed to before."

What can you learn in a week?

At least it takes a vacation, otherwise it will be meaningless.

"But this is the limit, Mr. Dumbledore. Minister Wilson has retired. We have just replaced the new Minister of Magic. This is his order."

"Retired? Wilson is not old enough to retire yet."

"Then I don't know. Things at that level are not something I can get involved in."

The official spread his hands and shrugged, looking very helpless: "This is all I can do."

The other party looked unmoved, which made Dumbledore's forehead wrinkle into a "chuan" shape.

Just as Dumbledore was struggling, a child came over and handed a note to the Austrian Ministry of Magic official.

"Sir, here is a letter for you, which another gentleman asked me to give to you."

The official casually opened the note, glanced at it briefly, and instantly became furious.

Chapter 338 I'm not discussing this with you

The official's hands holding the note were shaking, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

There was only one sentence on the note.

"A vacation."

The other person's name is written below this sentence.

Grindelwald

Maybe wizards from other places are not familiar with the name Grindelwald, but Austrian wizards have almost grown up hearing stories about this name. The impact he has brought to this land is really too great.

No matter what Voldemort or other Dark Lord is, he is not as effective as Grindelwald in Austria.

He recognized the handwriting, it was definitely that person's handwriting, but he should be locked up in the deepest part of the tower. There were countless magical devices inside the tower, and Aurors patrolled the periphery. They were strictly guarded and controlled so that not even a fly or a mosquito could fly out. How did he do it? How could it be possible?

Has he come out?

In a trance, he seemed to think of a certain gossip that Grindelwald was not imprisoned, but was imprisoned in the tower voluntarily and could come out anytime he wanted.

Then he thought of the record of Grindelwald in the Ministry of Magic files.

Grindelwald has the blood of a prophet and has an eye that can see into the future.

He still found it incredible at the time.

But now it was happening, right before his eyes.

The simple sentence on the note seemed to have known the Ministry of Magic's plan in advance, and it was full of threats.

The Ministry of Magic official seemed to see a dignified, white-haired old wizard standing in front of him, saying in an unquestionable tone: I am not discussing this matter with you, I am just informing you.

The enormous pressure made him feel a little breathless.

This matter is no longer something he can handle. He must report it as soon as possible. It is too horrifying.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I have an urgent matter to report to my superiors. Please wait a moment."

The Ministry official rose hastily from his chair.

"He must have written something."

Although he did not see the contents of the note, Dumbledore, who was old and experienced, knew that the other party must have done something, otherwise he would not be so horrified.

The official was stunned after hearing what Dumbledore said. Dumbledore knew that he was right, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, he didn't come out. He must have passed the message out through some other method."

"He's the best at this, and he always has been."

This tone, as if talking about old friends, reminded the Ministry of Magic official that Grindelwald was defeated by this Dumbledore.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I need your help."

He said as if grasping at straws.

"Only these students go in during a holiday and leave before school starts."

Dumbledore said that the time he wanted was exactly the same as Grindelwald's, as if they had been agreed upon long ago.

In fact, the two had not seen each other for decades, and had not even exchanged letters.

Theoretically, Grindelwald should not know that he brought Dudley and the others here.

"You can tell the new Minister of Magic. I think he'll agree."

The Ministry official left to meet his superiors.

An hour later he came back with the 'good news'.

'One holiday is fine, but you must leave before school starts, and Dumbledore must stay in the tower to prevent that dangerous man from doing anything dangerous.'

Dumbledore was silent for a while. From his expression, it seemed that he did not want to enter that place, but he still agreed.

"let's go."

In the deepest part of the Austrian forest, at the junction of the mountains, stands a tall watchtower - the Nurmengard Tower, or it would be more appropriate to call it Nurmengard Castle.

The famous dark wizard Grindelwald in the wizarding world was imprisoned here.

To say that he was imprisoned was just a nice way of saying it was made by the Austrian Ministry of Magic to flatter itself. Strictly speaking, he just lived here and never went out. It should be more accurately called "self-imprisonment".

He was the only one in the entire prison.

As Dumbledore commented in the original book, if he wanted to, even if he was imprisoned in Azkaban, he could escape from it as easily as leaving his own back garden.

Grindelwald is a wizard of the same level as him.

As long as they don't want to, there is no one and no place to lock them up.

Moreover, this castle was once the base built by Grindelwald and the place where he started his career. He once gathered a large number of wizards with the same dreams as him in this castle, and continued to spread his ideals in Europe and even in America, trying to subvert the entire world.

If Dumbledore had not resolutely stood on the opposite side, causing the plan to fail, perhaps the entire wizarding world would have become completely different.

"It's a bit eerie, like the place where some villains in novels live."

Dudley commented as he looked at the dark clouds glooming over the castle.

Led by the Austrian Aurors, they arrived at the castle gate.

"Mr. Dumbledore, he is in the deepest part of the castle."

After saying that, the Aurors stood at the door, with no intention of continuing to lead the way for them.

"You're not taking us in?" Harry asked in surprise.

Which prison guard would take someone to prison and then leave halfway through?

I haven't even seen the cell yet.

The Auror said seriously, "We are rejected by this castle and cannot go any further."

Harry:?

Being rejected by the castle was definitely a bullshit excuse; being rejected by Grindelwald was the truth. However, judging from the Aurors' normal expressions without any embarrassment, it was likely that these Aurors believed what they said.

The castle gate was slowly pushed open, and a lot of dust fell. It was obvious that no one had been in for a long time.

Not long after entering the castle, I heard Ron muttering quietly, "There should be vampires in a castle like this."

".You should read fewer novels, Luo Bohu."

Draco looked at him speechlessly: "This is where the dark wizard Grindelwald is imprisoned. How could there be something like a vampire here?"

Even if it existed before, it disappeared the moment the other person moved in.

How could Malfoy, a pure-blood wizard, not know about the famous dark wizard Grindelwald? Even his grandfather Abraxas Malfoy might have directly or indirectly participated in one of Grindelwald's gatherings.

It was no wonder Ron had this feeling. It was clearly noon, but because of the dark clouds in the sky, he had the illusion that it was dusk when he looked at the castle. If there were a few red-eyed, cawing crows on the branches nearby, it would feel like he was walking into a house of horrors.

“Since everyone thinks it’s black.”

Dudley said as he reached into his pocket and fumbled around inside.

Chapter 339 We Will Both Die in the Future

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, this castle shouldn't be under a spell like Hogwarts, right?"

"For example, electronic products may break down for no apparent reason."

Dudley stopped searching his pockets and looked at Dumbledore inquiringly.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head: "No such complicated spells are cast here."

That guy paid more attention to the tools used by Muggles than ordinary wizards. It was because of his influence that I looked at Muggle-born wizards differently.

Dumbledore once had a relatively happy family, with his parents, a younger brother and a younger sister. However, everything changed when his sister was seen casting a spell by Muggles. The three Muggles did something extremely excessive to Ariana Dumbledore, causing her magic to get out of control. In order to teach those Muggles a lesson and vent her anger on Ariana, her father was discovered and arrested by members of the Ministry of Magic who happened to pass by, and was sent to Azkaban where he died. His mother was also accidentally killed because of one of his sister's magical riots. It can be said that Dumbledore's family was destroyed by Muggles.

After all this, Dumbledore's earlier attitude towards Muggles was not friendly.

It was because of Grindelwald that he was willing to get to know Muggles again.

After getting Dumbledore's approval, Dudley took out a thing that looked a little bulky.

Then Dudley pulled out a few smaller black "sticks" from his pocket and handed them to Harry and the others.

"What is this?" Draco asked curiously.

It looks a bit like a walking stick, but not as long. I put it next to my ear and shook it, and it seems to be hollow inside?

"Is it here?"

Ron asked, pointing to the button on the 'stick'. Draco came over curiously and watched Ron press it.

At that moment, Ron and Draco saw the light.

The strong light caused the two people who were standing in front of them to be temporarily blinded. Tears began to flow down their cheeks. They squatted down reflexively and began to rub their eyes repeatedly. It took a long time for them to regain their vision.

A high-intensity flashlight, the lighting effect is known to everyone who has used it.

Although Dudley could achieve the same or even better effect by using 'illumination' with his fingers, why use magic when you can use tools to achieve the goal?

"magic."

Ron held a high-powered flashlight and shone it here and there, like a child who had discovered a new toy and was having a lot of fun.

He knew about flashlights, which were tools used by Muggles for lighting. His father Arthur had also obtained one, but the effect was not much better than the fluorescent flash. Compared with the effect he had in his hand now, it was like heaven and earth.

Even Neville couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Harry, this thing is much more useful than a wand."

"Draco, eat my great shining sword!"

Ron shone the flashlight on Draco: "You're dead."

"childish."

Draco rolled his eyes at him, then decisively shone his flashlight back at Ron: "Mine is the Radiant Sword, yours is a fake, Romney Optoelectronics."

The two of them took turns shining the light on each other, and then it turned into a photoelectric battle among five people.

Watching the boys fighting and playing, Hermione helplessly complained: "The boy is so childish."

Men are boys until they die, not to mention that they are not yet adults.

As soon as five high-powered flashlights (Dumbledore didn't want them) showed up, they played and joked along the way, and the eerie atmosphere was immediately dispelled. Just like the method of dealing with Boggart, the best way to deal with fear is to have fun. Those who don't know would think they were here for a picnic. Although you can say that.

Holding the high-intensity flashlight in his hand, Ron felt more confident than ever before. Even if a ghost really jumped out of the castle, Ron was confident that he could blind the other party's eyes. Although ghosts would not be affected at the physical level, they would be affected by other aspects, and it was obvious that the high-intensity flashlight was one of them.

They soon explored the outer city of the castle, but found nothing. Going deeper, they found themselves inside the castle.