Chapter 188 The Race Against Time

In the Newmongarde castle, in the main hall.

"So, has it been this long?"

Gellert Grindelwald stood in the center of the hall, observing the scenes of ruins around him, and without realizing it, the magnificence of the luxurious settings and people who used to pass through there appeared in his eyes.

In his memory, everything seemed just like forty-six years ago. The Phoenix was circling the intricately carved bronze chandelier on the ceiling. The floor was etched with simple and elegant magical lines. The sunlight reflected through the floor-to-ceiling stained glass windows. Back then, he enjoyed standing there and talking with the wizards of the vestibule.

"It's not the time to lament about the past, you know, we have been delaying for too long."

Elena's voice came from the door, interrupting Grindelwald's reminisce. "How is your castle's door supposed to open? I couldn't find the latch or the handle. It was locked."

As she spoke, Elena attempted to push the door again, but there was no movement; it seemed like a brick wall.

The castle door? By the way, I almost forgot about this.

"Newmontgarde castle is a magically constructed castle, and of course, the door must be opened with magic."

Grindelwald dismissed his thoughts, took the gray suitcase, and handed it to Elena, shaking his head with a smile. "Although I don't have a wand, it will only take a few minutes, I can open it, but maybe I'll need your help to sustain my magic..."

"Magic? I understand, don't worry. Your magic is reserved for healing yourself." Elena nodded and raised her wand, gesturing for Grindelwald to step back a little.

"Wait, you're not going to..." Grindelwald's expression hardened.

"It's not a big problem, leave it to me." Elena smiled confidently, pointed her wand forward vigorously, and calmly said, "BombardaMaxima [Powerful Explosion]."


Accompanied by a loud blast, the closed door of Newmontgarde castle burst open, the door panels shattered and were thrown into the pile of rubble outside the castle.

As Grindelwald and Dumbledore mentioned, there were no guardians outside the entire Newmontgarde castle, and all protective spells were on the outside, even when the main entrance of the castle exploded, there was no magical reaction.

"I suddenly feel like you don't need to learn any unlocking spells," Grindelwald pursed his lips.

"Thank you for the compliment, I actually think the same." Elena narrowed her eyes happily.

Facing the vast Alpine mountains outside the Newmontgarde castle, Elena took a deep breath and turned to Gellert Grindelwald, with the same complex expression. "Let's go, let's go."

Austrian time, 9:41 AM.

There were less than eleven hours left for Gellert Grindelwald's magic to run out.


The larch is the most common tree in the Alps.

The forest beneath the Newmontgarde castle is mainly composed of tall trees of this kind, and the thick pine needles cover the ground like a natural carpet, facilitating Grindelwald and Elena's trekking.

With the passage of time and the decrease in altitude, the oxygen concentration in the forest gradually increased, and the temperature began to rise. Even at a temperature of around 17 or 18 degrees, even if they walked for an hour or two at a stretch, they could barely persist.

"These pine needles are really edible. They are rich in vitamin C and carotenoids, which can regulate blood pressure and boost endurance. They are very suitable for inclusion in the daily diet of the elderly. I used to think about it when I was in the castle. However, it would be fine if you have time to gather some."

After leaving the Newmontgarde castle and venturing into the original jungle of the forest, Elena was clearly uncomfortable, so much so that the girl had to occasionally turn her head to say a few words to the old man and relieve the pressure.

"Pine needles? Well, from the look in your mouth, it seems like you have nothing left to eat." Grindelwald looked around in a circle of fragrant larch, and smiled nonchalantly.

After coexisting these days, he would no longer be surprised by questions like "Can this food be eaten?" or "Do you want to eat that thing?"

Grindelwald has no doubt that even if Elena were to be left alone today in the depths of the primitive jungle and isolated, she could easily find a way to survive and find a way out, after all...

"Bombarda [Explosive Spell]."

Along with the increasingly skillful sound of Elena's spell, a piece of dead wood blocking their path split in two, revealing a passage for them to walk through.

"Are you sure this is the place? The first Dark Lord."

Elena looked around carefully. The disadvantages of her short legs and orientation left Luchi completely disoriented in the direction of the jungle. Even with the footprint of the explosive spell as a guide, she still found it difficult to distinguish the southeast from the northwest. Before that, she had found a trusted elder.

"Do not put Voldemort's ridiculous title over my head."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and said somewhat annoyedly, while looking around, he took the extraordinarily abstract "map" with Elena's scribbles from her arms and looked at it carefully, "If the map you drew in the castle is correct, we should have covered a third of the way."

"Have we almost traveled a third of the journey? It's much easier than I expected."

Elena looked up at the sun blocked by the trees and then observed the evidently tired Grindelwald. "It seems we can reach Salzburg much earlier. By the way, should your magic be able to last about nine hours? Shouldn't we rest first?"


Grindelwald froze for a moment, looked at Elena, who was drenched in sweat behind her, and thought about it, she replied, "Well, it's true, it usually can last between seven and nine hours. Let's rest."

If the cost of magical energy keeps increasing, Grindelwald frowned slightly.

He realized that maybe he made a mistake in his previous estimation. With the passage of time and physical exhaustion, the magical consumption he needs to spend in his body is gradually increasing. Perhaps he won't have any time left at all.

Time in Austria, 12:09 a.m.

Gellert Grindelwald's magic ran out, and it was actually less than seven hours.

"Phew... we finally arrived."

Elena pulled the suitcase ~ ~ while standing by the asphalt road, looked at the sign on the blue sign-[Salzburg Salzburg 300 m], couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, pointing at the sign, turned happily and looked at Grindelwald.

"Look, here we are... what's wrong with you?"

Seeing behind the girl, Grindelwald's magical light in the lower abdomen was almost extinguished and almost invisible. The elderly face was somewhat distorted by pain, and the eyes full of wisdom seemed to be covered by a layer of gray matter.

"I'm sorry, maybe I made a mistake in calculating the magical power... there were five more hours missing," Grindelwald said, raising his head and smiling helplessly, "Thank you, but this is not your fault."

Time in Austria, 4:34 p.m.

Gellert Grindelwald's magic is completely depleted, but he is still 300 meters from the center of Salzburg.