Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 372: Numontgarde Broken

()Germany, the forest east of Nuremberg.

After Professor Bins asked about the location of the Wizarding Prison in Newmontgard, Maca set off as quickly as possible. Just hurriedly hurried all the way, it was already the same night when we arrived at Zezabeshe Forest.

The Wizarding Prison of Newmondgard, since the time when the power of black wizards spread all over Europe, Greenward personally ordered the construction of it.

It was once filled with wizards who opposed the atrocities of Greenward, and it was the most frightening darkness in the entire European magical world.

The irony is that when Greenward was defeated by Dumbledore, he himself was kept alone at the highest level of this prison that was once full of blood and despair.

To this day, how many people still remember the scary wizard?

The dazzling sun has already abandoned its last ray of light on the western horizon, and the bright moon hangs in the east sky like a silver plate.

Maca wore the cold moonlight on his shoulders, and stepped on the magic book, flying fast over the dense forest.

"...Newmontgard."

He saw that in the deepest part of the forest, near the mountains, there were two towering vertical walls next to each other. And at the junction of the broken walls with distinct soil layers, a cold, pitch-black spire rose from the ground and stood in the center of the broken walls.

The tower has sharp edges and corners, and the stone walls are clearly carved, but perhaps the spell used to maintain the integrity of the building expires over the years, making it look a bit dilapidated.

Maca's flying speed didn't decrease, he took out his staff and held it in his hand, staring straight at the tower, and hurriedly approaching it.

The cold wind whizzed in his ears at night, covering the roar of the wild beasts in the forest.

Finally, when approaching some of the dilapidated houses around the tower, Maca suddenly slowed down and landed on the clearing between the ruins.

Greenward once regarded Neumongaard as his base area and expanded his sphere of influence. So naturally, there must be a place for his subordinates to live and train here.

After landing on the ground, Maca slightly relaxed his body that was a little tired from the long flight.

Although flying with his feet on the magic book, he relied on the application of the floating spell, but he stood on it to maintain his balance, but he relied entirely on his own physical strength.

This way of flying can maximize his assassin-derived abilities, but when it comes to flying for a long time, it's actually easier to fly a broomstick.

After a short rest, Maca walked on the old road in the middle of the ruins and caught the wreckage of the houses on both sides in his eyes.

The wreckage of these buildings can be distinguished to some extent. It is obviously true that Greenward trained an army of wizards here.

All the buildings here have a simple and tough style. At the end of the wide road, in the open space in front of the High Tower Prison of Nymungad, there were even broken dolls for training spells.

The traces of militarization are straightforward.

"Speaking of it, I seem to have confirmed a training plan like this!" Maca stepped into the empty training ground, as if recalling something, and shook his head slightly.

During his short schooling period in Durmstrang in the past, hasn't he tried something similar?

"Gellert Greenward, are you still up here?"

Maca looked up towards the top of the tower, bright moonlight pouring down from the sky, illuminating the entire building and the high stone walls around it.

"...he better still be there."

For Greenward, he might come out and make trouble, which really made Maca's mood a bit bad.

Compared to the Ups and Downs, Greenward is better at how to use means other than magic to gain his own benefits. This former friend and foe of Dumbledore was by no means as easy to see through as Voldemort.

I was defeated by my former best friend and kept in this tower for decades. What has become of the world-famous careerist?

"The comer stops."

As soon as Maca came to the iron fenced door in the middle of the high wall, a cold voice came from the door.

"English?" He was slightly puzzled, "...is the guard left by Dumbledore?"

Professor Bins once mentioned that there are sporadic records about Newmontgard that there seems to be an unknown guard here. It's just whether this is true or not, Professor Bins, who has always treated history so rigorously and rigidly, denies it.

"Boom!"

"Bang...bang...bang..."

With a heavy muffled noise, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, which seemed to be the sound of footsteps.

"...Newmontgard...retaining a felon...no visit to prison."

The cold voice that did not contain a trace of emotion rang again, and then the next moment, a huge figure that was not much shorter than the high wall in front of Maca entered Maca’s from the side of the iron fence. Vision.

"Giant?"

Yes, at this moment, standing in front of Maca across the iron fence is a giant who has few survivors in modern times.

This giant is taller and stronger than the ones that Maca saw in the giant tribe. Judging from his unusually tall height, he might be nearly 30 feet tall.

What's even more surprising is that this giant is wearing a full skirt, and he even carries a long-handled mace that looks powerful.

In the Middle Ages, Muggle warriors used maces to deal with enemies covered in armor, but this thing was in the hands of giants, but it was a complete siege weapon.

"Where is the giant warrior who tricked this from?" Maca raised her neck, looked at the behemoth five times his height, and muttered in her heart.

After staring at each other for a while, Maca opened his throat and tried to shout.

"Dumbledore sent me!"

The big man squatted down a bit, and after a closer look at Maca, he shook his head blankly.

"Newmontgard, visits to prisons are declined."

Probably because this guy only knows these few words, or because he has stayed here too long, Maca immediately realized that communicating with him was futile.

No more nonsense with him, Maca threw out the magic book and flew up again.

The giant whose head was almost full of combat instincts immediately picked up the mace, and when Maca flew over the iron fence gate at high speed, he reacted extremely quickly to him.

This hammer thoroughly demonstrated the powerful physical power of the giant. Where the mace passed, even the airflow was violently dragged up, and the air-breaking might caused a burst of whistling.

Although Maca escaped the swing of the mace by relying on his superb flying skills, he was pulled by the fierce air current and forcibly changed his flight trajectory.

Fortunately, the thing that giants are not good at dealing with is the flying bugs like him. This was true during the ancient war, and it is still the same in modern times.

After slightly correcting the flight direction, Maca instantly accelerated again and flew to the top of the tower in the giant's thunderous sight.

"Call—"

The huge clod of dirt that screamed after avoiding itself, the next second, the clod of soil slammed heavily on the tower, and suddenly it broke into a piece of debris and mud.

Soon, the dust was blown away by the high winds in the air, but the outer wall of the tower was intact.

Maca glanced back at the giant, and saw that he was holding up another clod of dirt, and he released a magic spell that instantly blasted it to pieces.

"By the way, how did the giant train? Maybe I can find Dumbledore's notes in the future..." Maca thought as he flew to the window at the top of the tower.

There are not many windows in Newmondgard...No, to be precise, there are only two holes in this tower. One is naturally the main entrance at the bottom of the tower, and the second is the window on the top.

This window is quite narrow, about three fingers wide, and when I look inside it is pitch black and I can't see anything.

On the stone wall of the tower itself, Maca felt a vague wave of magical power, rejecting all outsiders.

"It looks dilapidated on the surface, but is it actually all over the defense?"

Maca reached out and touched the cold gray-black outer wall, and a needle-like tingling sensation immediately came from his palm. He did not withdraw his palm because of the sudden pain, frowning and enduring the pain for a close examination.

"It seems that there is no counter-attack defensive magic like that of Rowena's tower..." Maca thought to himself, and then stretched out his staff to aim at the outer wall.

"Crack—Boom!"

He unceremoniously aroused the force of the rules, and the walls immediately covered with a layer of frost. After a burst of cracking sounds from the inside out, the magic that fixed it and the entire outer wall collapsed completely.

Since the frozen rock was thrown down the tower, Maca slammed into the top-most room of the Newmontgard Tower.

It can be seen that this is also a prison.

Although there are beds, desks, wardrobes, etc. in this room, all necessary daily necessities are readily available. But on the other side near the stairs, there was a whole black metal fence gate.

However, at this moment, the fence door is half open!

"Sure enough, have you escaped?"

Maca stared at the fence door~IndoMTL.com~ stood quietly next to the desk. Behind him, the cold moonlight disappeared from the obstacles of the wall, and came in silently, dragging a long shadow in front of him.

"Huh?"

Maca turned his head and caught a glimpse of a piece of parchment on the desk. He picked it up and glanced roughly, then a sharp flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

"What is this?" he said coldly, "...a threat?"

Before speaking, Maca spun out of the gap behind her with the magic book, the parchment in her hand slammed down her body, and then raised the staff, a blue-and-white beam of light shot out. .

In the midst of a violent roar, the parchment, along with the formerly infamous Newmontgarde tower, turned into cold fragments.

"That's the child Voldemort said..." In the distant forest, an old man in ragged clothes looked at the blue icy blooms in the distance, with a slight surprise on the old face.

"Sure enough, it's... ‘no direct enemy’?"