Heavy snow covered the world, and almost everything was shrouded in a dark and dreary atmosphere.

"Lord Eredin." A Wild Hunt Knight spoke, "We are here."

Voldemort nodded: "I understand."

He stood at the bow and looked down.

It was like a black reef, firmly rooted in the vast white ocean.

Nurmengard had no guards.

But the door was wide open.

Even... when the spaceship landed, a red carpet was rolled out from the old, abandoned castle, but it was covered by heavy snow in a short while.

Voldemort noticed this.

"Stay here," he said, giving orders to the Wild Hunt. "I'll go meet him."

The Wild Hunt responded in silence.

They didn't dare to disobey Eredin in the first place, not to mention that after today, they could all feel the huge changes that had taken place in Eredin - his personality became more violent, and he even branded strange totems on them, each of which was marked by Eredin himself.

Voldemort flew off the ship and stepped into Nurmengard alone.

He was not afraid of Grindelwald - everyone else acknowledged that he was a greater dark wizard than Grindelwald.

Especially now that I have become stronger.

He walked inside along the red carpet.

Puff——

The oil lamps lit up one by one as he walked.

Until deep inside, into the magnificent hall.

Grindelwald sat at the other end of the long table. "Welcome, Voldemort."

"You knew I would come?" Voldemort walked to the long table, tapped his hand on the table lightly, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him playfully.

Grindelwald's eyes were deep: "You should have heard that I have a pair of third eyes."

"Then should I admire your courage," Voldemort said softly, "or your confidence."

"Since you knew I would come, why did you stay here?"

Grindelwald shook his head. "It is not courage or faith that keeps me here. It is love."

Voldemort's facial features were somewhat distorted.

This tone of voice made him think of Dumbledore, the man who had caused him to have a physiological stress response.

"Love?" Voldemort sneered. "That's a ridiculous statement."

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

He cast a transformation spell on the chair that was originally next to him, and it transformed into something more gorgeous.

Voldemort then sat down, and said proudly and dignifiedly: "Mr. Grindelwald, I will now allow you another chance to choose."

He raised his right hand and sprayed the Dark Mark under the ceiling.

"Accept my kindness and be my friend."

"Or die."

Grindelwald couldn't help laughing. "You know what? I once tried to use my third eye to see my future."

"Before you were defeated by Harry."

Voldemort's face fell.

The second thing he hated the most was also mentioned by Grindelwald.

"Can you guess what the ending was?" Grindelwald asked.

Voldemort whispered: "If you disobey me, you will be killed."

Grindelwald nodded. "Yes."

"In that future, I was killed by you, effortlessly."

He looked at Voldemort, still smiling.

That future... Of course he understood what was going on.

Being imprisoned in Nurmengardi did not diminish his spellcasting ability. Even though it was not as powerful as before, he was not like a chick that was easily crushed to death by Voldemort.

But in that future, he had no hope or motivation to live.

Dumbledore is dead.

Of course, the current reality is completely different from the future seen by the Sky Eye. Dumbledore is still alive and well.

Voldemort's expression softened and became more cheerful. "So, your choice is to become my friend, is that right?"

He raised his hands, his magic gathering.

Just waiting for Grindelwald to lift his left arm.

Grindelwald shook his head decisively: "No, there is no way I will obey you."

Voldemort's face turned cold: "It seems that you are courting your own death."

The magic power is surging.

The white frost rushed out in droves and rushed towards Grindelwald in an overwhelming manner.

Grindelwald tapped his fingers on the table.

The long table suddenly turned into a huge pocket, wrapping up the entire white frost, but even steel seemed insignificant under the power of the white frost. With a puff - the white frost broke free from the restraints and continued to smash forward.

Also no wand.

Grindelwald was somewhat overwhelmed by Voldemort's attack.

He was able to hold on and not be taken down by Voldemort.

But all I can do is barely protect myself.

He has been in Nurmengard for decades, and as he has aged, his magical skills have declined somewhat.

And Voldemort...

He didn't really need a wand, as part of his body was made of it. Not having a wand wasn't a disadvantage for him, and his elemental body made of frost gave him more freedom.

After Voldemort tried several times, he sneered, "Grindelwald, I thought you would have some means to deal with me if you stayed."

“Is this the extent of the result?”

"That's not what you call a Dark Lord."

Grindelwald dodged the white frost and shook his head: "No, I have never been called the Dark Lord."

Voldemort raised his hands.

The white frost became more violent.

"Now I'll give you a chance."

"Grindelwald."

"Tell me where the Elder Wand is and I will spare your life."

"So that you can enjoy your old age in Nurmengadre."

Grindelwald was entangled, and the white frost rushed over and entangled his arm: "Voldemort, you are destined not to have it."

Voldemort clenched his right fist.

The frost wrapped around Grindelwald's arms with increasing force.

"Although you are disgusting." Caught in the crisis, Grindelwald was not panicked at all. He smiled, just like the day when Dumbledore took Harry to visit Nurmengard, "But at this moment, Tom Riddle, I still have to say thank you to you."

Thanks?

The inexplicable words made Voldemort stunned.

His thoughts were in a mess.

Could it be that Grindelwald has been preparing for something all these years, just like how he was resurrected with the help of Hogwarts, he used his third eye to see something and then waited for me to come and use me to gain more powerful power?

A faint wave of magical power emanated from Grindelwald's left hand.

Voldemort looked.

It's a ring.

He was also familiar with the magical fluctuations emanating from it. It was not a vow or a powerful spell, but just a portkey.

"Goodbye, Voldemort."

Grindelwald greeted cheerfully.

His belly hooked and he spun around and disappeared.

Voldemort's face was gloomy.

Escaped?

After just a few fights, he actually ran away?

The great Grindelwald actually escaped?

"Very good." Voldemort took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "I want to see where you can escape to."

The white frost is part of his body.

He can track down the white frost.