"I'm dizzy."

The footsteps were completely gone away from him, and Grindelwald quietly waited. The door was locked, and then there was a "sizzling" sound, which was the sound of the defensive magic of the cell; the footsteps and speech became weak afterwards, but he kept waiting, holding his breath and not letting go of any small echoes - finally, a sound of the door closing came from a distant place.

Grindelwald raised his head empty and there was no one in front of him.

He grinned and laughed silently, then made a sound, the laughter grew louder and louder, echoing in the narrow cell, and finally started to retching. He coughed, retching, his expression was in great pain, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Finally-

A bloody spectator was vomited out and rolled on the ground.

"Thank you for your kindness, Longbottom, didn't ruin that hair."

Grindelwald said hoarsely, and he took out the book "The Story of the Poems of the Poems" from his arms and placed it at the corner. Now is not the time to look at it. He returned, picked up the mirror from the ground, and wisps of magic power surged out of the mirror. Then, the magic power turned into a burning blue flame, lit him into a burning torch.

A suppressed and painful moan came from the prison.

I don’t know how long it took, a low voice of chanting came from the blue flames, and a blue firebird soared into the sky.

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Chapter completed!