Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Aside from an initial near miss of an old lady crossing the street, the former saint's driving skills were pretty solid.

Along the way, when McDuff learned that Soul knew about the Saints and their glorious past, he started talking about sex and slobbering about their glorious past, including but not limited to causing trouble in the Ministry of Magic. He McDuff once As the Holy Lord (Grindelwald) turned the American Ministry of Magic around, he faced several American Ministry of Magic Aurors alone and defeated them.

Suer could only laugh at this.

Others don’t know what’s going on here, so why doesn’t he know it?

The person who sent him here was Newt Scamander.

Monschau is a small town hidden in the mountains and valleys. It is not very far from the train station, but the road is difficult to drive. Even a high-floor truck with a bucket is still stumbling along the way.

The scenery outside the window kept flashing by. I don’t know when the trees and soil had been replaced by scattered farmland. What came into view next were the ancient buildings that can only show their flavor after the precipitation of time. The most conspicuous one is the Gothic style church in the center of the town.

The church stands there quietly. The closer you get, the more you can feel the solemnity and tranquility that this cathedral brings to people, unlike other buildings.

"Get out of the car, kid." McDuff parked the car on the side of a dirt road that was separated from the church by a section of bluestone road. The solemn and silent church seemed to have infected him,

"Ms. Rozier has been waiting for you for a long time."

Soul nodded slowly. After crossing such a long distance and spending a whole night, will Dumbledore's arrangement finally be unveiled?

Before stepping onto the stone road, Soul glanced in the direction of England. His gaze seemed to be able to travel through space and land. At this time, the Burrow should be starting to prepare for the wedding, right?

Voldemort should also start planning to occupy the Ministry of Magic, right?

The most dangerous moment is coming.

Hermione, you must listen to what I say, but don't...

"Huh..." Suer let out a long breath and walked towards the grand door alone.

In order to facilitate the congregation to come to pray, there is a spacious hall behind the door. Dark brown wooden chairs are neatly arranged and face one direction. There is a huge milky white statue there with kind eyebrows and lowered eyes, looking at it lovingly. It is not Jesus who cares about all living beings, but God.

Standing under the statue is a woman wearing a nun's uniform. Her black hair is now gray and neatly tied behind her head.

At this moment, she noticed someone coming from behind, and the woman turned around.

Time has left scars on her face, but her former beauty can still be vaguely seen, and the coldness between her brows reminded Su Er of someone.

"Sul Bones?" She folded her hands neatly in front of her belly, straightened her waist, and looked at Sol with her cold eyes. Her soft but chilling voice spoke in the empty church hall. echoed in.

"Hello, Ms. Rocher, I am here to complete his follow-up arrangements as entrusted by Dumbledore." Suer bowed slightly and saluted.

"Where are the things?" Roqier nodded his chin slightly and asked softly.

"Here." Suer took out the box and put it in his hand.

Rocher took a deep look at the box, nodded his chin, and turned around neatly, "Follow me."

As Rochiel walked in from the small door behind the church, Sur saw what was behind the church for the first time in his past life. The deep and heavy historical atmosphere hit his face. The room was deep and big. It's also very empty, very quiet, and less human.

Rocher's steps were neither hasty nor slow, and each step was down-to-earth, making a slight tapping sound that echoed in the deep corridor.

Finally, she and Soul stopped in front of a wooden door.

"The master is waiting for you inside."

Owner? Soul blinked.

Grindelwald?

"Squeak." The old wooden door opened, and the old man inside looked around, and his blue-brown eyes with clear latitude and longitude fell on Suer.

"You're here," he said.

"Good morning, Mr. Grindelwald." With respect, Soul greeted the generation of Dark Lords who broke away from the fence.

"You don't have to be so polite. This is not the first time we have met, Mr. Bones." Grindelwald gently put down the book in his hand and smiled.

"Gellert Grindelwald has died in Nurmengard, at the hands of your Dark Lord. What is here now is just an ordinary old man waiting for the end of his life."

"My current name is, Walton Gridrod."

"Sit down, from England to here, you must have accumulated a lot of doubts in your heart."

Soul nodded slightly and sat down on the sofa opposite Grindelwald without any hesitation.

"I brought the Resurrection Stone, what should I do now? Gerry... er... Mr. Gridward?"

"The matter of the Resurrection Stone is not urgent for the time being. You need to stay here for a while. Before that, aren't you curious at all about how I came back to life under the Killing Curse?" Grindelwald asked softly. road.

"Isn't it you who died in that prison?" Suer blinked.

"It's me." Grindelwald nodded, "But it's not me, or in other words, what's in that old body is just part of my soul, and I was here half a year ago, You might as well guess how I split my soul."

"Horcrux?" Suer replied subconsciously.

"Yes and no." Grindelwald smiled mysteriously, "Horcruxes exist at the cost of cursing life, and the method Albus and I used was to forcibly split the soul at the cost of something other than life. , to escape.”

"Is it related to the Resurrection Stone?" Suer immediately thought of the key. The Resurrection Stone had been with Dumbledore for a long time, and the back-up plan Dumbledore had planned was nothing more than related to one of the Deathly Hallows.

"The Resurrection Stone is just one of the media." Grindelwald nodded, placed the book in his hand on the coffee table between the two of them, and gently pushed it towards Sur.

"To be precise, we have modified the method of making Horcruxes. At the expense of our own magic power, we use the Resurrection Stone and the power of the Elder Wand to forcibly separate the soul. After the other body truly dies, the new body here will borrow This is an opportunity to avoid death and survive for a period of time through a ritual magic.”

"So." Sule glanced at the old book with a plain cover on the coffee table, "Dumbledore did the same thing."

"Yes."

"But I have a question. The Elder Wand seems to have fallen into Voldemort's hands at this time. Without the help of the Elder Wand, it would be difficult to do the same thing, right?" Suer thought of another key to the problem.

"It's impossible for others." Grindelwald said softly, "But your wand is different. You know, aside from the mists and legends about the Elder Wand, its essence?"

Soul shook his head.

"Elderberry, Ye Qi's tail feathers, this is the core essence of the Elder Wand. It is the combination of power and death. As for your wand, you might as well recall that when you first got the wand, the old man who sold you the wand said to you What I said."