Chapter 169

It's still raining.

Gellert walked slowly out of newmond GAD castle and let the rain fall on him.

Very cold, very cold.

But

It feels good.

"Mr. Greenwald, I have arranged everything. Don't worry, they won't know what happened here."

When the receptionist saw Garrett, he hurried forward and bowed his head.

"Yes."

Garrett nodded.

"Hard work."

"Not hard, this is what I should do!"

Hearing this, the person in charge of receiving immediately showed an excited look.

But he also knew that this was not the time for gossip. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a carriage, opened the door himself and invited Garrett to get on.

"Mr. Zod is waiting for you."

After a pause, he took a deep breath.

"Welcome back, Mr. Greenwald."

Covered with water, but unusually clean, Garrett smiled and stooped into the carriage.

"Well, I'm back."

"Boom!"

In the thunder, the night wings roared.

The dark carriage soared into the air.

Silver lightning flashed across the sky, reflecting the symbol of the devil's eye composed of triangles, circles and vertical lines on the carriage.

......

"Huh?"

He suddenly opened his eyes and Klein's expression became very dangerous.

But soon, he depressed his mood and returned to his harmless face.

"Hoo ~" "Hoo ~" "Hoo ~"

Around him was Draco's even breathing. Klein turned over and lay face to face on the bed.

"Prediction, illusion, reminder."

With both hands pillows, he whispered and began to think about his dream.

Strange castle, vague figure, dark night, pouring rain

It can't be wrong. It's a reminder of your own spirituality!

"What's going on?"

Recently, he has been too high-profile. Who has he provoked? Klein has no bottom in his heart.

The feeling of being out of control made him very uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, I can only continue to look for other enlightenment in my dream."

Because it's just a vague hunch, it can't meet the preconditions of prophecy magic. Klein muttered to himself, made up his mind and closed his eyes again.

But this time, he did not let go of his control over consciousness.

Under hypnosis and suggestion, Klein took the initiative to enter the dream.

The dream world is very vague. Many colors representing emotions are pieced together, like a paint plate that has not been cleaned.

In the ocean of spirit and reality, he kept sinking. Suddenly, he was in a trance and returned to his place.

The gray castle.

"Where is this?"

Klein, who remained awake, stood in front of the castle and looked around vigilantly. He was very sure that he had never been to this place.

Dilapidated, declining, overgrown with weeds.

He was not sure whether the castle was a real place in reality or an image.

A few steps forward, Klein found some additional clues.

Above the entrance of the main gate of the castle, a huge stone is engraved with a line of very beautiful German.

"For the greater good."

"Wait, this is..."

Seeing this, Klein remembered, and his expression couldn't help being dignified.

Newmond GAD.

The prison where his uncle is held!

"I didn't expect it to be here."

Tickling the tip of his brow with the end of his finger, Klein smiled.

Speaking of it, he had never been with his uncle Garrett Glindwald met.

Garrett the last When grindworth was killed by Voldemort, Klein was still studying magic in a small room in Berlin.

In this life, he didn't want to see the people who brought many misfortunes to himself.

They are two lines that can't intersect at all

"Why can't you settle down and die, Mr. Garrett? The consequences of causing me trouble are very bad."

Muttering at the gate of the castle, Klein had no plans to explore the castle further. Now that he has obtained enlightenment, he can conduct the next investigation in the real world.

Lifting the psychological hint, Klein broke away from his dream and returned to Slytherin's dormitory.

Looking at the brass alarm clock at the head of the bed, he calculated that if he started now, he should be able to return to Hogwarts before dawn and catch the hot breakfast.

Just go!

Klein walked into the dormitory bathroom and disappeared.

......

"Hoo ~ another safe night."

Vaguely raised his head from the table, judman was stunned for more than ten seconds, and then stretched hard.

It was with his wand that he threatened Garrett The prison guard in greendevo!

However, he seems to have forgotten everything.

As usual, jadman put on his coat, took his wand, pushed the door out of the lounge full of wine bottles and began his routine patrol.

It's a patrol, but there's nothing to patrol.

The only prisoner, Garrett Greenwald is honest and doesn't look like the Dark Lord who once set off a war. Therefore, jadman's work has always been leisurely and comfortable.

"Well, good."

Passing by Garrett In greendevo's cell, when he saw the bent figure curled up in the corner, judman nodded with satisfaction.

He turned around and just wanted to go back to sleep, but suddenly he saw a figure.

It was a strange young man in his twenties, dressed in a black suit without a tie, with a red silk shirt and shiny leather shoes.

He smiled, and the corners of his mouth raised a good-looking arc, but somehow, jadman instinctively felt that the smile was a little strange, like a devil hiding fangs.

"Stop, who are you and how did you get in!"

After a few seconds of brain downtime, jadman finally responded.

He nervously raised his wand, aimed at the feminine face and shouted.

"Good evening, Mr. guard."

Klein said hello politely, but didn't answer each other. He took a step forward, and his black eyes began to emit a magic wave that was difficult to describe.

In an instant, the whole world began to spin.

Jadman was unable to resist and fell directly into Klein's hypnotic Magic.

"Take the mind."

Tapping each other's forehead with his finger, Klein closed his eyes and his consciousness entered each other's memory.

After a while, he opened his eyes and his expression became a little strange.

"Unexpectedly, I escaped from prison without being aware of it."

From the other party's obviously changed memory, he stripped the cocoon and restored the real situation tonight step by step.

No wonder you get a spiritual reminder that something like this has happened

"Garrett's prison break is not a good thing for me. It's not easy to brush out his reputation. It's likely to be cleared directly with the exposure of this matter, or even reduced to a negative number!"

Klein scratched his eyebrows and analyzed the impact of Garrett's escape on himself.

"What trouble."