Chapter 347 Fr das Gr??ere Wohl

Grindelwald watched as Quinn disappeared down the stairs. He sighed. The plan to invoke sympathy had failed.

I wonder who he really is, he muttered. His seer blood was far from perfect it was already a surprise that he was able to get a name. But having known the name and face, he couldnt help but wonder more about the person named Quinn West. Oh well, maybe Ill get to meet him afterward, he sighed while glancing towards the small window.

His prison started to shake. The brick shook off old dust, his feet felt tremors, and the debris rained on his old nest head. Grindelwald walked to the edge of his cell his knees were tired from standing and sat down on his thin, wet cot, and got to staring at the small window, the only source of natural light that ever graced his body, but also from where the cold mountain winds came which tortured his joints night after night.

The window suddenly darkened, and a black mist came pouring into his cell, spreading to the ceiling. The mist stuck to the top, bubbling and freezing simultaneously. Grindelwald watched it calmly with his blue eyes, studying with curiosity. The mist sank to the floor with a waterfall and coagulated into a humanoid figure, giving shape to a lean and tall man with slit-like red eyes, a flat nose, a bald head, ghostly white skin wearing a loose black robe on his body.

Grindelwald, spoke the unnatural man.

Grindelwald smiled with a bare grin, Voldemort. I knew youd be coming.

Fifty-three years after his defeat, Grindelwald found himself not alone in his prison cell; the prison had been infiltrated by the newest iteration Dark Lord. He found it strange having someone this close while not being separated by bars. He wanted to get up and touch Voldemort; he couldnt do it with Quinn knowing that if he tried, the prison of his own creation would retaliate. Grindelwald internally sighed. It wasnt like he could peacefully touch Voldemort without getting cursed with some horrid magic that his body couldnt bear, as it was now.

Look at you, so frail and. . . weak, said Voldemort with a mocking sneer. Defeated by your enemy, jailed inside your prison created to hold your enemies. What an insult a stain on your accomplishments.

And you were killed by a little babe. I will let you decide which is more of a stain on accomplishments, smiled Grindelwald.

The sneer fell from Voldemorts face, his red pupils darkening as if a shot of blood had been injected into them. I will kill that little babe, but you, he looked Grindelwald up and down, cant even stand against Dumbledore. But dont worry, Ill take care of the old fool for you so in return, you tell me where the Elder Wand is.

Grindelwalds eyes threatened to widen, but he pulled on the reigns known as Occlumency to keep his expression to the carefree mad smile.

The Elder Wand. . . ah, the Elder Wand. . . of course, the Elder Wand, Grindelwalds smiled as if listening to something amusing. No wonder you came to the humble abode. You cant defeat Albus with your own power, so you want the help of a wand thatll push you over him. . . how frail. . . and weak.

Voldemorts mouth pursed into a thin white line. Tell me where it is, Grindelwald.

Grindelwald laughed again as if hearing a joke.

Voldemorts bland expression twisted into a frown. He raised his wand, clutched in his bony finger, and chanted Crucio. An invisible stream of magic flared out of the wand and hit the skinny body of Grindelwald.

A scream pierced the prison cells walls, and it continued till Grindelwalds weak throat from not speaking much for decades screamed soar.

Now. . . tell me where is the Elder Wand, Grindelwald, said Voldemort, his expression confident.

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Grindelwald laid prone on his cot, coughing with his body shaking. He used his skinny arms to push himself to sit up, leaning against the wall. Grindelwald stared at Voldemort, his chest going up and down. . . until when the ex-Dark Lord started to laugh again.

Voldemorts eyes narrowed angrily. His mouth twitched. He cast the Cruciatus curse again. The pain again tortured Grindelwalds body, cutting his laughter off and replacing it with screams.

Answer the question, said Voldemort, stopping the magic.

Grindelwald took a while to sit up and raised his head to again look at Voldemort with a mocking smile and spoke with a frail voice, You know. . . Ive been here for decades. . . but it doesnt mean Ive been completely cut-off from the outside world. . . . The idiots who thought they could improve upon my work ended up creating mistakes that I could exploit. . . . The guards talk downstairs, and I listen. They told me about your penchant for torture. . . but do you think torturing me would work on ME? Grindelwald looked at Voldemort as if he was bored, I am Gellert Grindelwald. Do you think your usual crude methods will work on me?

Voldemort stared down at Grindelwald, his expression not showing what he was feeling. Then lets try some other methods. . . . Legilemency!

Grindelwald and Voldemort met eyes, and a connection was established immediately. Grindelwald felt a metal probe thump against his shield and his eye sharpened in focus. It had been a lifetime since he had felt a mental attack the last time had been after his capture with various Aurors trying to extract information out of him; they, of course, had failed.

Is that the best you can do? asked Grindelwald, scoffing. If so, I care for the wizarding going downhill in their capabilities.

Voldemort frowned.

Grindelwald felt the force of the mental attack increase, but he shook his head, I have been alone for a long time, Voldemort. I have a lot of time on my hand, and mental practices have been common for me. . . and you should know that Occlumency is much easier to improve than Legilimency. Even without that, I have been practicing the mental arts for longer than you have been alive, boy. Dont think Ill just roll over and let you in.

Grindelwald winced; the pressure on his mind just went up. While he had said what he said, his condition hadnt been good for the past fifty years. What Quinn had been correct; his magical trifecta wasnt operating at the level it should be he could keep it up for a good while, but not long enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and again launched a vile curse that struck Grindelwalds body, who felt that his body had been plunged into freezing cold water. His skin turned progressively paler, visible in real-time with chattering teeth. Grindelwalds body shriveled up into itself and dropped onto his cot once again.

Lets see if you can still keep things hidden, said Voldemort.

Grindelwald felt as if a hippogriff had crashed into his mind. He gritted his teeth and turned to Voldemort before breaking into laughter, weakened by the cold, but he kept laughing.

Voldemort fumed in anger and curses after curses fell on Grindelwalds prone body, while Grindelwald kept on laughing at Voldemort, who failed to break into Grindelwalds mind.

I-I-I have be-e-en. . . never ever been defeated, except by Dumbledores hand, said Grindelwald, his teeth chattering. O-One time is enough. . . a-and if theres going to be another, it is not going to be someone l-like you, he laughed.

Voldemorts fury exploded, but he was about to launch a curse when he stopped. He looked down at Grindelwald and his frown turned into surprise, which gave way to a smile.

Only defeated only once, you say, he said. Doesnt the Elder Wand change masters on defeat. . . . If you were only defeated by Dumbledore, then that means, his eyes widened, and anger started to bubble in them.

If Grindelwald was laughing before at Voldemorts failure, now he was laughing at Voldemorts realization. Oh, you realize it now, dont you. The one who you hate the most has the thing you want so dearly. How does it feel now? I feel it is fate. He started to shake with laughter.

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Grindelwald didnt care if Voldemort knew or not. He had already spent his prime here and was left behind by the world. He only cared that he didnt get beaten by a disgrace like Voldemort.

You have killed so many wizards and witches, said Grindelwald. So much magical blood spilled. So many lives that couldve birthed more magic dead. You started the war, wanting to prove that the wizarding kind was superior to muggles. . . but all you did was to make them weaker by killing so many. . . . Youre a disgrace to the wizarding kind, an enemy to magic. . . I hope you get killed by the hands of the Boy-Who-Lived, Grindelwald raised his hand to point at his eyes, I have seer blood in me, so let me give you a prophecy youre going to be killed, Voldemort, he laughed, youre going to get killed.

Voldemort raised his wand to Grindelwald, You dont have to worry about any of that, Gellert. If you kill me, youre going to regret it.

A pathetic excuse for a pathetic man, said Voldemort and yelled AVADA KEDAVRA!

Grindelwald smirked as green filled his vision and uttered his last words, Ready to regret.

As the killing curse hit Grindelwalds body, an orange streak expunged from his body and raced towards Voldemort. The Dark Lord didnt miss a beat to defend himself, even while in surprise. While his defense worked, a portion of the spell passed through his defense and seemingly got absorbed into his body.

Voldemorts eyes bulged. He clutched above his heart and staggered. His nose slits started to bleed as his body began quaking.

NOOOOO!!!!!

He waved his wand, and a yellow glow covered his body before it got absorbed. He weakly looked to the ceiling and raised his wand, and the entire cell came apart, brick-by-brick. His feet left the prison cell ground and flew away. . . not giving Grindelwalds dead body another look.

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Quinn walked into the previously securest cell of Numengard prison castle and started at the blown-off ceiling.

He sighed at the destruction.

Voldemort was strong, he thought. Grindelwald had created the prison, believing it to be perfect, but Voldemort was able to stroll in and exit without retaliation.

Well, the prison did injure him in some way.

He waved his hand, and all the debris rose. he couldnt vanish it as every single piece was imbibed with magic so he could only put it away to the side. When the debris cleared, there laid the crushed body of Grindelwald.

Quinn stared at the lifeless body, and another sigh exited his body. While he didnt agree with what Grindelwald stood for, he still held a level of respect for the mans level of accomplishments. Grindelwald had accomplished so much. . . more than many couldnt achieve in multiple lifetimes.

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I wonder what happened for you to smile like that, Quinn muttered as he stared at the smile on Grindelwalds face. You know. . . Id loved to learn about people, how they think and behave from you.

He, of course, got no other response.

Quinn waved his hand, and Grindelwald gently rose from the floor.

When ICW response team would arrive later. . . theyd found a grave thatd be immediately dug out. But that grave had a tombstone with words etched into:

[ Fr das Gr??ere Wohl ]

Here Rests The Greatest Dark Lord To Ever Reign.

Gellert Grindelwald.

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Quinn West MC Doesnt know that it was Grindelwald not Numengard.

Gellert Grindelwald Dark Lord The disapproval of cowards is praise to the brave.

Voldemort Dark Lord He was warned, but didnt heed.

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