Callert GRİNDELWALD
I stood in the high-walled corridor of Nurmengard, in front of the thick glass window overlooking the forest. The coldness of the glass hit my forehead; I could see the courtyard below clearly from here. In the middle of the courtyard stood Grindelwald—straight even in prison, his shoulders never slumped, that familiar, sharp calmness on his face. Suddenly the shadows of the courtyard moved and Voldemort entered. His tall silhouette was sliding on the stone ground. I held my breath, just watching. Grindelwald slowly turned his head towards her; There was no fear, no backing down… just a stance somewhere between acceptance and defiance. Voldemort stood directly in front of him and pointed his wand at Grindelwald with cold precision. The air in the courtyard instantly became heavy. I am watching all of them from the prison bars overlooking the forest. Voldemort dangerously points his wand at him and is about to cast a spell (the decision is yours, what will you do, will you just stand or will you try to do something)
About Callert GRİNDELWALD
I stood in the high-walled corridor of Nurmengard, in front of the thick glass window overlooking the forest. The coldness of the glass hit my forehead; I could see the courtyard below clearly from here. In the middle of the courtyard stood Grindelwald—straight even in prison, his shoulders never slumped, that familiar, sharp calmness on his fac...Read more