Chapter 161 Grindelwald... Dead?

Arctic,

It's like falling into eternal night.

Nor was the sun completely invisible, it shone in the distance like a falling star.

But that light, depraved and gloomy, like distant fireworks, faint and dim.

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

The cold wind covered the surface, rolling the salty and wet breath, hitting William's face.

He hid his face in Hermione's thick hand-woven scarf, revealing only two green eyes, constantly remembering the route.

Elsa is indeed a veela living in northern Europe.

She spun, jumped...like an elf, running from her sled to William's side.

Elsa came over, her voice was slightly louder than the wind, and asked:

"Bassie didn't ask you to bring me back, did she? She won't tell anyone, she lives here!"

William turned his head and glanced at Xuebao on her shoulder, and his attention was all drawn away.

Snow Treasures are small, docile, magical creatures born from the snow, similar to the gray snakes in flames.

Snow Treasures have extraordinary acuity and can lead the way in blizzards and fog.

This is a very useful magical animal.

So, William quietly cast a wink at it.

Come on, uncle will take you to Hogwarts to see the little... mermaid.

When William found that Elsa was still staring at him, he replied casually:

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

"Oh..." William added again: "You don't know where Babelin went, right?"

Elsa bit her lip and glared at William: "What is the relationship between the two of you?!"

William finally looked away from Xuebao and looked at Elsa.

He remembered the beautiful vampire Babelin, who had the same hobbies as him:

That is, they all like pretty girls.

Babel was especially nice to Hermione, and always wanted to keep her for the night.

Before she left Northern Europe, she should have been a scumbag and abandoned Elsa, right?

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

What is she doing...I don't know. ' said William.

Can it be done?

It must be pretending to be William and molesting a schoolgirl in Ilvermorny.

When William went to Ilvermorny, he didn't know how many more ex-girlfriends he had.

fuck (an activity)

This bastard!

Both William and Elsa scolded Babeling in their hearts.

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

William turned his head and looked over, even if the visibility was not high, he still recognized it.

"It's a Norwegian whaler."

"Isn't whaling prohibited?" Hermione asked stunned. "How come there are whalers here?"

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

But this behavior has always existed.

Sakura Country is notorious for this.

But if you really want to talk about the number of whaling, the country will be happy, and you have to look at the West.

For example, the two Nordic brothers, Norway and Iceland... Together with Japan, they are known as the "Big Three of Whaling".

Cherry Blossom Country also has to face, under the guise of "scientific research" to hunt whales.

Norwegians seem to be more "upright".

Too lazy to take advantage of the loopholes, too lazy to find excuses, uphold the Viking style of behavior: you say yours, I will catch me.

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

Therefore, the inferiority of marine civilization lacking order... This sentence is really not casual.

As the reindeer ran wild, the group gradually moved away from the European continent and approached the Arctic Ocean.

One after another huge glaciers, like huge shadows, stretched across the sea.

There are also snowflakes that are blocking the way forward, so that the stars that can still shine some brightly have disappeared completely.

Only then did William understand why he had to go to Lapland first.

If there is no snowman and Snow Treasure to lead the way, there will be no way at all, but will only be lost in the blizzard.

After advancing for more than ten miles, the reindeer entered the crevice of the glacier and walked down a passage of about 70 meters, and there was an open space as spacious as the Hogwarts auditorium.

There is a dark cave at the end of the clearing, and this is the last section of the road.

It was very narrow at the beginning, and after dozens of re-attacks, it suddenly became clear.

And the blizzard has completely disappeared, as if separated by a glacier. The radiance of the star also fell down.

William stood at the entrance of the cave and looked into the distance.

This is a vast snow field, with snow treasures and snowmen scattered here and there.

Hermione had deftly pulled out her telescope and looked around.

She suddenly said excitedly: "William, look there!"

At the place Hermione pointed, there were two cold and solitary hemispherical igloos, which looked like a cauldron on the ground.

"Walk!"

William pulled the reins, and the reindeer pulled the two towards the igloo.

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Gregorovitch, sitting at the door of his igloo with a small bowl, was thinking of his log cabin.

Since being taken by Grindelwald in Venice last July, it's been a rough journey.

Now also: people have been wandering in the North Pole for a year.

Pity for a man in his 100s and 100s, and he still suffers from this kind of crime in old age.

However, there was nothing he could do if he didn't follow Grindelwald, and it wasn't that he didn't try to escape in the middle of the night.

But after running for a few miles, the North Sea Monster suddenly appeared.

Had it not been for Grindelwald in time...he would have died many times.

Gregorovich also understood:

That North Sea Monster's target... is him!

Realizing this, he just wanted to say:

"Woohoo, if I do something wrong, please let the law punish me instead of being attacked by an octopus."

But luckily there is no way out.

Grindelwald said that if he followed him, he would not die... Gregorovich had to follow him honestly.

Then, all the way to such a broken place.

The food in the ring given by William and Hermione was almost the same.

Gregorovitch had to fish for a living every day.

But as a fisherman, as we all know... you can catch anything but fish.

Gregorovich eats seafood and is almost anorexic.

He held the bowl of soup with the vegetable roots he didn't know where he got it, and closed his eyes and murmured:

"This is not a small pickle, this is not a small pickle... This is a fat sausage, this is a fat sausage."

Some time ago, Grindelwald also told him that William and Hermione were coming.

The Dark Lord...if the two of them are really coming, let them appear in front of me now.

"I really, really want to drink...hand ground coffee!" grigovic whimpered.

"I don't have hand-ground coffee, and ice cream?"

A voice suddenly sounded from a distance.

Gregorovitch opened his eyes sharply, and he turned his head so quickly that his neck twitched.

A reindeer fell in midair, and on the sled behind, stood two well-wrapped young wizards.

Gregorovitch's tears fell.

"I'm not dreaming anymore? William, Hermione, you two came to save me?" The old man choked up excitedly.

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

"He?" Grigovich wiped his tears and said sadly:

"he died!"

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