A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 885 Grindelwald... is he dead?

Arctic,

It felt like being plunged into eternal night.

It's not that the sun is completely invisible; it shines in the distant distance, like a fallen star.

But that light, decadent and gloomy, was like distant fireworks, weak and dim.

In this interplay of light and shadow, a row of sleds, pulled by reindeer, appeared on the sea.

A cold wind swept across William's face, carrying a salty, damp scent.

He hid his face in the thick scarf Hermione had knitted, revealing only his two green eyes, and kept memorizing the route.

Elsa truly lives up to her reputation as a Veela living in Northern Europe.

She twirled and leaped... like an elf, running from her sled to William's side.

Elsa leaned closer, her voice slightly louder than the wind, and asked:

"Bassy didn't send you back with a message, did she? She won't tell anyone she lives here!"

William turned his head and glanced at Olaf on her shoulder, his attention completely drawn to her.

Olaf are small, gentle magical creatures that live in the snow, similar to gray snakes in flames.

Olaf has extraordinary senses and can guide people through blizzards and fog.

This is a very useful magical animal!

So William ignored Elsa, the Veela, and secretly winked at Olaf.

Come on, Uncle will take you to Hogwarts to see the Little Mermaid...

William noticed that Elsa was still glaring at him, so he casually replied:

"So how do you think I found this place? If you don't believe me, go ask her yourself."

"Oh..." William added, "You don't know where Babling went, do you?"

Elsa bit her lip, glaring at William: "What's your relationship?!"

William finally looked away from Olaf and onto Elsa.

He remembered Barblin, the beautiful vampire, who shared his hobbies:

That is, they all like pretty girls.

Barbling was especially kind to Hermione and always wanted her to stay overnight.

Before Babling left Scandinavia, could she have been a heartless woman who abandoned Elsa?

"Professor Barbling was my teacher, but I don't know where she is now."

"What she's doing... I don't know either," William said.

Can it do it?

He was definitely impersonating William and harassing female students in Ifamony.

When William went to Ifamony, he probably had a lot more ex-girlfriends.

艹 (a type of activity)

That bastard!

William and Elsa both cursed Babling in their hearts.

"William, look over there, what's that?" Hermione suddenly pointed into the distance.

William turned his head and looked over; even though the visibility was poor, he still recognized it.

"It's a Norwegian whaling ship."

"Isn't whaling prohibited?" Hermione asked, bewildered. "Why are there whaling ships here?"

That's right... At the 34th International Whaling Commission meeting, a resolution was passed to temporarily halt commercial whaling after 1986.

But this kind of behavior has always existed.

Japan became infamous because of this.

However, when it comes to whaling numbers, Japan is just doing it for fun; we should look to the West.

For example, the two Nordic brothers, Norway and Iceland... They, along with Japan, are known as the "Big Three" whaling nations.

Japan has no shame, using "scientific research" as a pretext for whaling.

Norwegians, on the other hand, seem much more "straightforward".

Too lazy to find loopholes or excuses, they adhere to the Viking style: you say your piece, I'll do mine.

Norway kills more whales each year than Japan and Iceland combined, making it the world's number one whale killer.

Therefore, the inherent flaws of a maritime civilization lacking order... this statement is not just a casual remark.

As the reindeer galloped, the group gradually moved away from the European continent and closer to the Arctic Ocean.

Huge glaciers, like vast shadows, stretch across the sea.

The swirling snowflakes blocked the way forward, completely obscuring the starlight that had once provided some light.

William then understood why they had to go to Lapland first.

Without the snowman and Olaf to guide them, they would never find their way and would simply get lost in the blizzard.

After traveling for several miles, the reindeer entered a crevice in the glacier and descended a passage about seventy meters down to a spacious open area resembling the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

At the end of the open space, there is a dark cave; this is the last stretch of the road.

It was initially extremely narrow, but after striking it dozens of times, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

The blizzard vanished completely, as if isolated by a glacier. Starlight began to fall.

William stood at the cave entrance, gazing into the distance.

This is a vast snowfield, with snowmen and snowmen scattered here and there.

Hermione had already cleverly pulled out her binoculars and looked around.

She suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "William, look over there!"

Where Hermione pointed, there were two cold, lonely, hemispherical igloos that looked like a large pot turned upside down on the ground.

"Walk!"

William tugged on the reins, and the reindeer pulled the two of them toward the snow hut.

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Grigovich sat at the door of his igloo, holding a small bowl, thinking about his cabin.

Since being taken away by Grindelwald in Venice last July, he has endured many hardships along the way.

The same applies now: I'm in the Arctic, and I've been adrift for a year.

It's pitiful that he's over a hundred years old and still has to suffer like this in his old age.

However, he had no choice but to follow Grindelwald; it wasn't like he hadn't tried to escape in the middle of the night before.

But after running only a few miles, the giant sea monster suddenly appeared.

If Grindelwald hadn't appeared in time... he would have died many times over.

Grigorovich also figured it out:

The Kraken's target... was him!

Realizing this, all he could say was:

"Waaaaah, if I've done something wrong, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me be attacked by an octopus."

But fortunately, there's always a way out.

Grindelwald said that following him would ensure his survival... so Grigorovich had no choice but to obediently follow him.

Then, we arrived at this run-down place.

The food in the rings William and Hermione had given them was almost all gone.

Grigorovich had no choice but to make a living by fishing every day.

But as all fishermen know... they can catch anything except fish.

Grigorovich is eating so much seafood that he's almost developed anorexia.

He held the bowl of soup, picked up some vegetable roots he'd somehow gotten his hands on, closed his eyes, and murmured:

"This isn't pickled vegetables, this isn't pickled vegetables... this is braised pork intestines, this is braised pork intestines."

A while ago, Grindelwald told him that William and Hermione were coming soon.

Dark Lord... If they really want to come, then let them appear before me now.

"I really, really want to drink... hand-ground coffee!" Grigorovich wailed.

"We don't have hand-ground coffee, but would you like some ice cream?"

A voice suddenly rang out from afar.

Grigorovich suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head so quickly that he twisted his neck.

A reindeer landed in mid-air, and two young wizards, bundled up in their robes, stood on the sled behind it.

Grigorovich's tears fell with a thud.

"Am I dreaming? William, Hermione, you two have come to save me?" The old man choked with emotion.

"Yes," William jumped off the sled and asked, "Where is Mr. Grindelwald?"

"Him?" Grigorovich wiped away his tears and said sorrowfully:

"He's dead!"

"..."

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