allendalepharm Chapter 177 You have to take responsibility!
Chapter 177 You have to take responsibility!
Chapter 177 You have to take responsibility!
Dumbledore did not agree with Lockhart's suggestion. Not only had the replacement Defense Against the Dark Arts professor been found months in advance, but even if the position were vacant, he would not let Grindelwald teach it.
The reason was the same as his firm opposition to Tom staying on as a teacher—he was worried that Tom would corrupt the children.
In this respect, Tom was so badly affected that he could only be considered a little Karami compared to Grindelwald.
Grindelwald is the kind of person who can easily assemble a loyal following wherever he goes, even while in prison. During his decades of imprisonment in Nurmengard, who knows how many house-elves were bewitched, changing batch after batch, making it impossible to guard against.
However, Lockhart's suggestion did give him a wake-up call.
These days, the only institution that can properly keep Grindelwald under control and prevent him from causing trouble is probably Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Dumbledore said he was very troubled.
He had previously avoided this idea, believing that if he suddenly died one day, the so-called Nurmengard prison would no longer be able to hold Grindelwald, and whether or not Grindelwald was imprisoned would no longer be his concern.
Yes, he was somewhat escaping.
He didn't want to kill Grindelwald, but he couldn't let him go either, so he decided to keep him locked up until the day he died.
He's had enough of living, and it'll be over soon.
Gellert will be free then. If people are capable, they can deal with him. If they are not, they can simply follow Gellert's instructions. What else can they do? They are already dead, so why should they care?
There was just a minor mishap.
Tom, that disgusting guy, has appeared, and he, who is known as "the greatest wizard of this century," has to take on this matter again and face it.
Nearly fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Grindelwald has been trapped in Nurmengard Castle for almost fifty years, but hasn't he also been trapped in Hogwarts Castle, enduring this long period of time day and night?
Dumbledore stared at the collapsed Nurmengard Castle with a complicated expression, suddenly feeling a strange malice from fate—it always urged him to face, to face, to face all the pain!
Hey~
Sometimes he really didn't want to shift the blame onto others, but he genuinely felt that Lockhart's appearance had truly changed things.
What left him speechless was that he could clearly feel the two people behind him staring at each other with malice.
"Young man, you must learn to respect your elders." Gellert's voice was soft, but he heard it; it was hard for him not to.
"Heh~" Lockhart chuckled coldly in a low voice, "It's hard to respect a senior like you."
"Don't let me get my wand, or I'll kill you!" Gellert's voice was vicious.
"Oh? Is that so? Sorry, you'll have to wait in line if you want to kill me." Lockhart chuckled. "Since you're a prophet, why don't you do a divination to see what I'll do to you in the future?"
"Ha, come on, come on!" Gellert is getting more and more childish, yelling at a child.
"That's enough!"
Dumbledore growled, turning back to glare coldly at the two troublemakers. "Shut up, both of you!"
Oh~
Finally, the world fell silent.
He began to clean up the mess, wielding the Elder Wand to repair the ruins before him, even though they could no longer serve as a prison.
One spell after another was cast, prohibiting the use of flashback spells, preventing detection, and preventing spying, in an attempt to cover up the matter.
He had to do this; if the world knew that Gellert had left Nurmengard, who knows how much panic and chaos it would cause.
After doing all that, he turned back to look at Gellert with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, and waved his wand to dispel the restraints on the other man. "Come with me, all of you."
The phoenix, an immortal bird, soared through the air, unleashing a massive wave of flames. After the flames subsided, the three figures vanished completely.
They first went to the school hospital, where the house-elf Mondo had already brought Crabbe there for treatment. The increasingly elderly Mrs. Pomfrey had not left the school during the holidays and was currently preparing medicine for the comatose child.
Seeing the group approach, Madam Pomfrey scooped the potion from the crucible into a cup with a spoon, then placed the cup in a copper basin filled with ice water to chill it. "It's nothing, he just needs to rest."
As she spoke, she would occasionally glance at the thinly dressed figure among the three, her expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"Poppy, it's been a long time." Grindelwald's expression softened considerably.
"It really is you!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed excitedly. "Dumbledore released you?"
Yes, Madam Pomfrey was a saint in the past. In those turbulent years, she and Dumbledore were just colleagues. She was not influenced to side with Dumbledore just because they worked together at Hogwarts.
"How is your Muggle husband doing now?" Grindelwald always remembered things about his followers.
"He's dead." Mrs. Pomfrey smiled and shook her head, not too bothered by the matter. "He passed away peacefully, surrounded by his grandchildren. He even told the children stories before he left."
"Grandchildren..." Grindelwald seemed a little sentimental. "Time flies. I remember you bravely trying everything to be with your Muggle husband."
In those days, it wasn't easy for a wizard and a Muggle to get married, and now they even have grandchildren.
Professor McGonagall, who had rushed over, saw that his expression had become somewhat serious. As he watched this scene unfold, she pursed her lips and her gaze softened.
Yes.
So much time has passed.
Some things have long been buried in the dust and have become less important.
She turned to look at Lockhart with some confusion. Lockhart shrugged innocently. "I had a little argument with Mr. Grindelwald in Nurmengard, and then the castle accidentally collapsed."
"!!!" Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, blinked, and was somewhat unsure of what she had heard.
Dumbledore, who was examining Crabbe, turned to Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey upon hearing this, and said, "He'll be at Hogwarts from now on..."
Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "You're planning to bring him to Hogwarts? Are you sure he won't cause trouble at the school?"
Dumbledore said with a hint of helplessness, "I'll keep an eye on him."
Professor McGonagall clearly disagreed with this statement. "I think our busy headmaster has probably forgotten one thing: do you even spend a third of your month at school?"
Yes.
Dumbledore was extremely busy.
He couldn't possibly relinquish control over the major affairs of the International Wizarding Federation, where many decisions would profoundly impact the development of the entire wizarding community. And implementing these decisions through the British Ministry of Magic, even with Minister Fudge, Kingsley, Arthur, and others in the Ministry, required his close oversight.
Not to mention the search for Voldemort's Horcruxes, which Dumbledore had spent an entire school year working on.
There's also the matter of finding the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, which is another essential task.
This was quite troublesome. Before Remus Lupin even took over as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Dumbledore had already begun looking for a professor for the following year.
There's so much going on about Dumbledore!
That's it!
And what's with the claim that he's keeping an eye on Grindelwald?
"I'll have someone keep an eye on him. In fact, I've found a very good candidate," Dumbledore said, glancing at Lockhart.
Immediately, everyone present turned their gaze toward Lockhart.
"Me?" Lockhart pointed to himself in disbelief.
"You destroyed Nurmengard! You are responsible!" Dumbledore sounded somewhat domineering, even slightly annoyed. "You weren't the only one who visited him in the past fifty years, but you alone destroyed Nurmengard! Whatever happened behind the scenes, that's the fact."
eh?
Is that what you said?
This is bullying honest people!
Lockhart was a little unhappy. "I was planning to travel around the world!"
"I'll keep Grindelwald with me until the start of the semester," Dumbledore said with a smile. "You'll have plenty of vacation time."
Lockhart rolled his eyes, muttered a few words of annoyance, thought for a moment, looked at Grindelwald, and finally nodded. "Fine, but I have a request."
"Go ahead," Dumbledore said, unconcerned about others offering opinions.
"I want to learn castle-related magic, and you'll have to teach me." Lockhart probably has nowhere else to learn this kind of magic besides Dumbledore's. "Then I'll find a way to completely repair Nurmengard Castle so that I can lock this guy back in if necessary!"
"What?!" Now it was Grindelwald's turn to be annoyed. "Young man, do you want to hear what you're saying?"
"Sure!" Dumbledore readily agreed, smiling at the two of them. "But I don't have that much time to teach you. In fact, Gellert is the most skilled when it comes to castle magic. He built Nurmengard Castle single-handedly. I will have him teach you without reservation."
"!!!" Grindelwald's eyes widened. Ha, he went to teach this young man castle magic, and then had this person repair the castle that imprisoned him?
Dumbledore, do you want to listen to what you're saying?
"It's settled then!" Old Deng's voice was very serious.
(End of this chapter)