Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 369: Escape the Golden Cicada

, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the natural villain of Harry Potter!

Just after Voldemort had left England and went to Russia to find the secrets about the old wand, shortly after the trial against Malfoy ended, the Dark Lord's opponent did not stop his pace.

At the junction of France’s Haute-Savoie and Italy’s Valle d’Aosta, the seldom-traveled Bianco Peak is covered with snow all year round and the weather is cold for 9 years. Covered by a vast piece of white snow, as if wearing a white sweater, the mountains are surrounded by hazy fog, and occasionally the winter sun shines through the layers, tangled clouds and mist, and the faint light shines on the snow layer. Refract the brilliant pale golden brilliance.

But the sunlight has almost no profound effect on the white snow, and it stays the same all year round.

There are countless dangers hidden behind the beautiful scenery of the heights. In recent years, some Muggles have come to challenge this daunting height. Occasionally avalanches have buried many people who dare to look down on nature. Ordinary people of power.

And today, this mountain ushered in a pair of travelers.

If someone is here, they will involuntarily exclaim.

Because the age of the travellers looks so high, they are not suitable for challenging ages at this height. One of them is tall, with white beard and hair, has a vigorous spirit, looks very kind, and the other has a dark look with a high nose bridge. Quite, vaguely able to recognize his appearance when he was young.

What is even more surprising is that they did not bring any climbing aids, not even the most basic cold protection gear.

Both of them are wearing a somewhat thin and old robe. I don't know, maybe they thought they were still alive in the Middle Ages or even earlier.

But even so, looking at their expressions, it seems that they don't feel cold at all, and they are relaxed, and they have to be surprised.

The former is a black robe, and it is almost a black spot in the white snow mountains, and the latter is a pale green robe, embroidered with pale red silk threads, mysterious Patterns and symbols surround it.

"Albus, I still don't know why you played this trick of death, at least in my opinion it is meaningless." The latter wore a black robe and strode on the rugged mountain road. As he straddled, the sharp sloping rocks and the cold weather did not affect him at all, and he walked on the ground like a mountain.

Looking carefully, he didn't seem to have set foot on the ground, clinging to the winding road, a gap of air leaked in the soles of his feet.

Extremely delicate floating technique.

Occasionally, some bushes protruding thorns were cut open by an invisible wind blade before they touched him, mixed with soft white snow, rolled down into the valley.

This seems to be an undeveloped mountain road.

The old man babbled endlessly, and white gas kept spitting out from his mouth, and then it 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 extremely easy. I think it is not much harder than crushing a bug."

"He is afraid of you, he is not your opponent, otherwise he will not be afraid to attack you fiercely, if I 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, and fell into the other side of the curtain, Dumbledore, who was completely dead in the eyes of everyone.

"That's not enough, we can't completely eliminate him." Dumbledore avoided a huge rock encrusted with snow that was rolling down naturally, and followed Grindelwald.

Explained.

"And...Gellert." Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, and fell silent in the middle of his speech, his large robe rattling with the wind.

"Okay." Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore with a deep gaze, and didn't ask any more.

"I've been in jail for a long time, so it's time to come out and move around." He said to himself again now.

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

Grindelwald didn't know where they were going, he didn't know when, and he started following Dumbledore again, replacing him to lead the way.

He tried it, and using Apparition around here would consume more mana than usual.

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

"Muggle Deportation Curse? Are you coming here?"

Then he took a decisive step forward and found that the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and there was a twist in front of him. Just now it was ice and snow. Now he has turned upside down, and piles of trees are full of green, growing luxuriantly, lush and upright. The surrounding area is surrounded by a defensive line that looks like a city wall, resisting the severe cold.

It is in sharp contrast with the old dead branches covered with snow just now along the way.

Some sluggish alchemy puppets, dressed in armor made of gold, engraved with magic patterns in them, holding a long stick of pure gold in their hands, lying horizontally in front of their chests.

A few puppets bent down and were using broomsticks to sweep out the floating snow, or step on them to continuously evaporate the melted snow.

The dazzling gems are set in the eye sockets, acting as eyeballs, but they are still godless.

Dumbledore’s wide cuffs suddenly bulged, and after shaking for a few times, a red phoenix sprang out from it, and with a whisper, stood on the green grass and shook his body. He held his head high and walked forward a few steps.

It is Phoenix Fox who has been away from Hogwarts for a long time.

"And you, the broken bird, do you really trust it? Give it all your life, if Voldemort used Avada's life and it ran away, what would you do?"

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

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

"It's a pity that Voldemort didn't use the death curse. You bird is considered a vaginal discharge."

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

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

"My old enemy for many years died on a disarming curse, how ironic it is."

"If it were my humiliating method of death, I might not die."

"Oh." Dumbledore sighed, not knowing why.

He did a lot of hands-on preparations.

If you can~IndoMTL.com~ he doesn't want to come here.

He led the way and walked to one of the most delicate-looking puppets.

The belt is dotted with a few white pearls, and the wrists are also engraved with many magic words that increase strength.

The puppet made by alchemy seemed to recognize the old man, swaying his metal body, and taking the initiative to let go. In front of them, a hard stone gate was raised high, revealing a gap first. , And then completely opened.

There was some scattered dust.

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

The house is brightly lit, and the old-fashioned light bulb above the head blooms with an inextinguishable orange light, which is quite gentle.

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

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