HP: Hogwarts Snake

After Cockrell wrote a few letters and allegedly contacted several remaining Wiccan members who were similar to him, Della regained some dignity and embarked on her journey with everyone else making every detail of her arrangements.

It was also quite novel, because the means of transportation she took was a private airship. This project, in which she had participated a lot, has been partially developed from public to private, and it seems to be very popular.

Della felt a sense of accomplishment from this small detail, and she devoted herself to rediscovering alchemy on the way to Austria.

Although Professor Cockrell said she had the ability to break into the prison by force, Della didn't want to be so ostentatious. She had never been the type to act arrogantly, so she sorted out the manufacturing principles of all alchemical items that absorbed magic power on the way, and made corresponding disabling devices for each one.

After making preparations, with the help of Grindelwald's remnants, Della sneaked into the stone fortress of Nurmengard. As soon as she entered, she corrected her words, saying that this place could be called a palace.

As rugged and precipitous as Nurmengard is on the outside, it is as magnificent on the inside. And unlike the glittering gold in the lobby of Gringotts, most things here have a heavy feeling of antiquity, which dulls the splendor of the entire castle.

Della couldn't help but nod slightly as she watched. She admired the layout of the castle and also admired Grindelwald a little more.

Nurmengard is where Grindelwald is imprisoned now. It was once the place where Grindelwald imprisoned those who rebelled against him. This place was designed by him and his men, and they must be a group of people with good taste.

Good taste, especially this kind of low-key and elegant taste, can really reflect a person's style of doing things, and dealing with such people is generally enjoyable.

Of course, the prerequisite for enjoyment is that you have to be able to suppress him, or you have to submit to him completely.

Della, covered in Confusion Charms, walked among the staff, waved her wand and got a few passes that Cockrell mentioned, then slipped into an empty dark cell and checked the communication passes of different levels of authority.

The appearance is basically the same, with only slight differences in the carved characters between low and high levels.

Della curled her lips, certain that these passes were locked with hierarchical permissions. As long as this lock was opened, the lowest level pass would also be able to pass the highest level permissions.

Della, who had made many exquisite alchemical gadgets, finished it in two or three moves, then took out a bunch of round coin-like things from her pocket and threw them on the ground.

As soon as those round coins fell to the ground, they stretched out four spider-like thin legs and walked around unsteadily. Every time they touched other coins, they would split into two, becoming two identical ones that continued to walk forward unsteadily.

These were all cast with the duplication spell. They scattered and kept interfering with the various security measures in Nurmengard. The guards dealt with them in a hurry. Della quietly walked to the edge of the tower where the confusion spell would fail.

She waited patiently for a while, and after the guard came here four times, she took the opportunity to use the pass and walked over.

Almost as soon as Della stepped inside, her Confusion Charm failed and the alarm sounded again.

And the guards were slower to arrive.

Della cast a speed spell and ran as fast as she could. She soon reached the safe area and used the pass again.

The so-called safe area refers to the safety from being discovered, but in fact this place itself is the most dangerous for wizards. It is the place that will restrict and absorb magic power to the greatest extent.

Della squinted her eyes and looked at the metal embedded in the black wall. She tried to wave her wand first. The sluggishness and flow were obvious, but it was not to the point of complete restriction. She could feel that if she risked her life and waved her wand to cast a fire spell, she could do it. At the same time, she could probably destroy the restriction directly as Professor Cockrell said.

That would be too "famous", so Della chose to take the technical route.

She walked over and checked the inverted triangle of metal inside the wall. At the same time, she took out several failure devices she had made on the way and tried them one by one. This was a form of brute force disassembly. By matching the corresponding process through exhaustive enumeration, she would know what method to use when dismantling.

When she tried the fifth one, Della heard a small "click". She knew what she was doing, so she picked up her wand, drew a phase diagram, and began to twist the device. Finally, the metal in front of her fell to the ground, and the discomfort caused by the magic also disappeared.

Okay, I got the small-scale anti-restriction magic device.

Della picked up the triangle on the ground, moved it left and right twice, roughly estimated the range of effect, waved her wand and casually added a similar object with no practical use next to it, and officially walked towards the tower.

Then she saw one of the worst prisons in Nurmengardi.

Along the way, those prisons surrounded by cold stone walls at least had a wall made of iron bars, and they could directly feel a lot of light and air leaking in. But when Della walked to the top of the tower, she saw a small entrance half a person's height made of stone bricks. It looked pitch black at first glance, and she was sure that there was an airtight door behind it.

If the iron bars of other prisons symbolize the freedom of prisoners bound by chains, then at least they can see the freedom and future possibilities on the other side; but what Grindelwald faced was the undisguised intention to let him rot in confinement forever.

The Dark Lord, who originally owned this prison, was captured and could only live the rest of his life in absolute darkness.

Della held the metal block in front of her with one hand and waved her wand with the other to move the tight bricks and stones, creating a path that was just enough for her to walk through with grace and head held high.

She could crawl in, but she was here to negotiate, so of course she couldn't be so embarrassed.

After opening the last small iron door, Della saw the whole picture of the prison. It was very simple, with only a bed. Grindelwald was curled up on it, wrapped in a thin blanket that had already been patinated. He was skinny and his face facing Della was full of wrinkles.

He looked like a disheveled old man who was about to die, but his blue eyes were as deep and wise as Dumbledore's.

"Who are you?" Grindelwald looked at Della, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He only had memories, and it had been a long time since he had seen a living person. "What do you want to see me for?"

"I'm Della, sir. I've come to you to ask for something," Della said, smiling as she walked over. "I wonder if taking you out of here would earn you a little more patience with an ignorant young man like me?"

"It couldn't be a worse place," Grindelwald sneered. His lips parted for a moment, revealing that he had lost almost all his teeth. He stared intently at Della and said, half tentatively and half with emotion, "There's nothing worse than not being able to be a wizard."

"I agree with you, sir." Della stopped two steps in front of Grindelwald's bed and handed over the metal block that isolated the magical restriction. "Perhaps this will help you remember what it feels like to be a wizard."

When Della's hand approached, Grindelwald's eyes flickered a few times. When he finally grasped the small piece of metal, he looked at her with a more appreciative gaze. "I am so old and confused. I didn't even know there were talented people like you."

Della couldn't tell whether this statement was true or not. She didn't know whether Grindelwald had any channels to contact some newspapers. Although she had just made some attempts to conceal his last name, who knew if Grindelwald was pretending to be confused without digging deeper.

"No matter what, I'm just an ignorant child in front of you." Despite all the thoughts flashing through her mind, Della still smiled flawlessly. "The contact is outside. Let's get out of here as soon as possible, Mr. Grindelwald."

"How are you going to get me out? You can't Apparate here," Grindelwald asked. "My body isn't as strong as yours, so it's hard for me to walk the same way you came here."

"Let's go from here," Della pointed her wand at a small window on the wall that was no bigger than a plate. "I can take you on a levitating flight. There's an airship waiting to pick us up not far away."

As Della pointed her wand, the bricks moved away like waves with the window as the center. The hole gradually became larger, and more of the bright moonlight tonight shone in.

Wrapped in a blanket, Grindelwald staggered into the moonlight and closed his eyes in ecstasy, feeling free in the moonlight just as he felt warmth from the sun.

The blanket slipped off as he opened his arms to embrace freedom. Grindelwald smiled again and said, "I've always thought this window was too small."