When I left Beauxbatons via lightning travel across the sky I headed north east roughly. More east than north to be fair but still the point stood. Thanks to periodic stops to check my location I knew when I crossed into Switzerland and shot across the sky to Italy from there. I had learned my lesson after getting caught entering France and when I landed I waited a couple seconds before immediately vanishing into a cloud overhead. The aurors that arrived looked downright confused and even used people detecting spells but I was WAY up in the sky so obviously out of their range.-
I didn't mind getting caught by the French ministry since I was planning to go there to begin with and some legitimacy would only help me out. Getting caught here though would be a big problem. I was planning to visit someone even now lightly guarded at all times for the off chance he tries to escape. No one gets near him of course but the castle he was imprisoned within had at least one person guarding it all year round, according to public information at least.-
I didn't want anyone to even remotely consider the possibility of me visiting that man so getting caught here was a no go. Still I roughly understood how the aurors reacted to a magical border crossing after my previous one and planned accordingly. Once they left I moved much slower to the alps and began scanning it all over for a single castle. I honestly almost missed it if it weren't for the massive amount of magical energy located in a single spot. The castle itself once a grand and luxurious place had been purposely neglected and was covered in ice and snow with a few places collapsed under all that weight.-
At the edge of the grounds a single shack stood with a wizard napping within it. I didn't land casually here as my haki picked up dozens of detection wards at the edges of the grounds. I instead stood on a nearby mountain crag and held up my right hand. Twirling my wrist as I focused I gathered the electrical charges in the air for miles slowly causing the weather to change. Not fast enough to be alarming but eventually a "natural" storm would form giving me the cover I needed to move in.-
I transfigured me a small cave to sit in as I gathered and stoked the growing storm into a blizzard of frozen rain and lightning. Even while one of my minds slept I kept this up and two days later the storm was allowed to move. It would give a day of cover at most before moving beyond this area. I shot up into the clouds above and carefully came down as a bolt of lightning within the perimeter line. I picked up the Auror on duty snapping to attention as the detection wards blared to life and elementalized to pass into the castle where I detected the man I was here for.-
The Auror quickly reached the spot I landed and upon seeing the scorch mark grumbled about it being a false alarm and went to clear the wards back to their primed state. While that was happening I began to appear outside the frankly horrifying magical feeling cell in a buzz of gathered electricity. The man within the cell merely watched with an intrigued expression, not surprised or even excited. Merely intrigued. As I fully solidified he finally spoke, a rough sandpaper croak like he hadn't used his voice in decades.-
"Who are you?" he asked with a frown at his own voice.
Gellert Grindelwald, the dark lord of the past. He had none of the handsome and impressive appearance he once had. Now he was just a skinny wrinkled old man with wiry unwashed hair and two different colored eyes that still held an impressive amount of power and even now unbroken pride. I didn't answer his question immediately but took out a simple chair and a table. With a wave of my hand various still hot dishes covered the table whose edge was pressed against the bars of his cell.
"Alexander Drake, aspiring merchant and wizard in training." I said finally with a grand bow.
"May I?" he asked motioning to the spread, even after decades of poor food not forgetting his decorum.
"Please, help yourself." I said with a smile.
"Thank you." he said, his voice soft but full of genuine appreciation as he pulled the creaky old wooden chair in his cell to the bars and sat down before reaching through the bars and carefully making a plate.
I didn't speak as he ate what I was sure had to be the first truly delicious meal he'd had in over five decades. He maintained a tight control of his reactions but I could see the pleasure just something this simple as a good meal gave him. Perhaps not bliss but his eyes shone and the corners of his mouth curled ever so faintly. Despite being full with very little he made sure he finished everything he grabbed even when he was uncomfortably bloated. I offered him a napkin that he took and lightly cleaned his face with.-
"My compliments to the chef." he said lightly.
"I am glad you enjoyed the meal. I had hoped it was to your tastes. I would offer a wine to pair with it but with such a selection I was uncertain what sort might go well with it." I said calmly.
"With savory foods like this a dry red or smooth brandy go best in my opinion." he said seriously.
"I will keep that in mind." I say as I pack away the remaining food and the table.
He leaned forward and rested his chin on his arched hands "So what can this old man do for you?" he asked with a small smile.