My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson stepped aside, looked at Jacob, and signaled that it was time for him to fulfill his promise, "You should get rid of Mr. Kowalski's petrification curse."

"Don't worry, in a while, his spell will have no effect." Grindelwald took up his wand, waved it casually, raised his hand to let Nelson sit next to him, stroking his thigh and asked, "I want to ask you one. problem."

"You said." Nelson sat down beside Grindelwald somewhat restrained, and cast his eyes to the old magic wand in his hand.

"Do you know what happened to this Muggle?" Grindelwald asked himself as if he hadn't seen Nelson's eyes, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Nelson shook his head. "I only know that he was erased by the wizard of the US Ministry of Magic because of his love for the wizard."

"It's probably not much worse," Grindelwald nodded, then shrugged, and said with a scornful expression, "but they are not really in love with each other, it's just a rush of enthusiasm, you know, the wizard and How can Muggles really come together? Even with the so-called love, their lives are completely different from their family members and the world they live in, so it is impossible to get good results. This kind of estrangement is more secular than the so-called family, race and even gender. The estrangement is much worse."

"I don't know, sir, I just think that at the very least we should give others the opportunity to fall in love," Nelson retorted. "At least if their love ends, it should be due to the breakdown of their relationship, not to let a group of ignorant people. People play with the memory of the weak."

"You are so wrong, Nelson," Grindelwald was amused by Nelson's words. "Hahaha, you are still young and believe in love, but I am not against this. Who can stop a hopeful young man from believing in love? ? But I’m not talking about this—you have to know that the weak can only be played with by others, not just playing with memory, but even life, body, and even life have no right to be the master. You have been living in a Muggle family since you were a child, and you’ve seen it Factory? Just those gray houses with big chimneys and black smoke in the outskirts, filled with muggles like canned sardines, one person sews the buttons of the dolls and passes them to the next person, so that another person will sew it. s eyes."

"I know, sir," Nelson nodded, "This is what I think Muggles are not weaker than wizards. They are better at improving efficiency under limited conditions. I noticed that the suburbs of Newmontgard also have similar qualities. factory."

"Yes, they are not useless, but the subject of our conversation is not this," Grindelwald shook his head and said, "I mean their lives. Those factories, those equipment, those materials, including the labor of workers, belong to The owner of the factory, the surplus of Muggles, and the inactive Muggles, they can only work there mechanically. Their wealth, their families, and their health are all engulfed by those cold machinery-even Muggles themselves are playing with the weak, not to mention us wizards who are better, stronger, and possess greater power?"

"But Mr. Grindelwald, isn't the wizard born from Muggles?"

"How do you say?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows with interest, and asked, "Why do you have this idea?"

"When I was studying at Hogwarts, I was assigned to Slytherin College," Nelson said. "It's a good place, but there is still a bad atmosphere. They are very obsessed with pure blood, but sometimes I think, Where did the first wizard come from? It can't fall from the sky. It must also be a Muggle-born wizard."

"Well," Grindelwald nodded deeply and explained, "This involves the wizarding world studying the origin of magic power for hundreds of thousands of years. After so many years, there is no result, and I think this is a complete waste of time— —When one thing is too long or unknowable, I suggest you put it down and think about how other things should be done. The separation of blood and the separation of race are basically two different things. Have you heard of the theory of evolution? I I agree with this point of view. Yes, there are many Muggle-born wizards who are very good. I call them the evolutionary among Muggles. They have become a completely different race from before."

"I..." Nelson was a little confused. He didn't know how to refute Grindelwald's argument. Even in the 21st century, Social Darwinism is still regarded as a standard by many people. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I just think That shouldn’t be the case. Wizards don’t have the right to play with Muggles at will. You may not have seen it before you came. It’s really hard for him not to feel sympathy when he was heartbroken when he shouted'Queeny'."

"That's just sympathy, Nelson, you see, he is recovering soon," Grindelwald didn't pay attention to Nelson's accusations against Sanghuai. With his eyes, Nelson saw Jacob, Grindelwald, whose face gradually became normal. Continued, "You said that if you remind him of everything, what will happen?"

"I don't know," Nelson said too much "I don't know" tonight, and he shook his head again, "maybe he will be discovered by the US Ministry of Magic and erase the memory again."

"That's endless, isn't it?" Grindelwald grasped the key point and encouraged Nelson to continue.

"Yes." Nelson nodded. "But all Muggles don't know. As long as one forgetting spell can save a lot of things, so wizards are willing to expand the enrollment of the amnestic office every year, and they don't want to change the status quo, because of this. It's already the most comfortable situation they can do."

"So where is the problem?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically.

"It's the secrecy law," Nelson didn't know why Grindelwald had to talk about this topic that might not be fruitful for hundreds of years, so he followed his words and said, "The secrecy law has only been To protect the rights of wizards unilaterally. The wizard made this law without discussing it with Muggles. It did not consider the ideas of other owners of this planet. This law is not as sound as the history books say."

"Very well, Nelson, your ability to think independently makes me stunned," Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction, leaning his chin and looking out the window, playing with the wand in his hand, turning it fast, "Although we still have some differences in our thinking , I have been studying like Muggles, I think their pursuit of efficiency is great, but the secrecy law prevents us from unifying the population of this world, so that many precious resources are wasted in meaningless internal friction-war , Politics, and even business. Those in power grabbed wealth for themselves, and even led to a delay in development. I see these things in my eyes and hurt my heart."

"Excuse me, it's hard to agree," Nelson shook his head. He was ready to be beaten and said, "People still need the right to choose themselves."

"They can choose to climb upwards and become better people, can't they?" Unexpectedly, Grindelwald was patient with Nelson. He smiled and said, "But it is very good that we have reached a certain level. Consensus, for example, we think that the existence of secrecy laws is unreasonable, don’t they? This is what I admire most about you. Compared with those extremely rigid guys who have lived in the wizarding world since childhood, your thoughts are too open."

Nelson pursed his lips and stared at Grindelwald's fast-turning wand without speaking.

"You seem to know what this is?" Grindelwald suddenly turned his head, met Nelson's gaze, raised the wand in his hand and asked.

"Wands of this material are indeed rare." Nelson nodded.

"In the legend, the wand made of elderberry has powerful power," Grindelwald raised the wand to his eyes and said intoxicated. "It is said that there is an elderberry wand that belongs to the Deathly Hallows, and it can even be defeated. death."

"But I don't believe it," Grindelwald said with a turn, throwing the wand on the table without even looking at it, "Although the increase in wands or other magic items is not small, the power of wizards is still due to In itself."

"Yes." Nelson nodded, indicating that he was taught.

"But sometimes, this kind of magical gadget can play an unexpected role, or even change the course of something," Grindelwald shook his wand, tucked it back into his pocket, lowered his head slightly, and raised his eyes. Staring at Nelson, his right pupil became paler and darker again, and the thoughts in his eyes could only be understood by him. Then he straightened his collar and maintained an elegant sitting posture, looking at Jacob who had just returned to action. Bu, said enthusiastically, "Are you the owner of this shop? Cookies are really good."

Jacob closed his stiff chin, blinked his dry eyes, and asked Nelson in a daze, "Where is the Newt? I just saw him run out in a hurry."

"Oh, he saw a friend he hadn't seen for a long time," Nelson explained. "I was a little worried, so I didn't have time to tell you."

"It's okay," Jacob grinned. "It's not that he doesn't give money anyway. Everyone is anxious about this kind of thing."

"That's right." Grindelwald, who was ignored, seemed a little embarrassed, grinned and interjected.

"Oh! Look at me. I don't have any eyesight to see." Only when Jacob in Grindelwald slapped his head, his body was trembling, he rubbed his hands and laughed, "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

"Pack me some of these biscuits. Bake some new ones. I'll pick them this afternoon." Grindelwald pinched a plate of biscuits, "Lemon flavor."

"Okay." Jacob nodded and hurriedly ran to the back kitchen.

"Be optimistic about it. You can't just put the contents out. I have something to do. Let's go." Grindelwald stood up, stretched out his hand, grabbed Newt's box that appeared out of thin air, and placed it in front of Nelson. , Approached his ear again and laughed, "If this Muggle can restore his memory, it must be very interesting."

"Uh...it doesn't seem very good, goodbye" Nelson shook his head and looked at the back of Grindelwald waving away. He saw a blonde woman in a red coat appeared outside the window, tiptoeing into it. Seeing Grindelwald walking out of the shop, she saluted and left behind him.

When she left, the woman reluctantly turned her head to look in the direction of the baking room behind the counter, but the open door was just a black hole, and there was no one she wanted to see.

Nelson sat bored by the window waiting for Newt, vaguely, heard the sound of breaking the plate from the back kitchen.

"Hiss—I lost it." Newt suddenly appeared at the door, pushed open the door, and walked in frustratedly. Seeing the box in front of Nelson, he leaped up nervously, opened the buckle and stuffed his head in. No After a while, he poked his head out and shouted into the store, "Jacob, the bread is very good, let's go first."

There was a dull response in the baking room.

"Let's go," Newt said, raising his arm to check the time. "After a delay, our next schedule will be a little tight."

After all, he grabbed Nelson's arm and was about to drag him out, unaware of what had just happened in this shop.

"Newt, do you say that the secrecy law really protects Muggles as it says?" Nelson asked abruptly, sitting still, looking in the direction of the baking room.

"Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?" Newt scratched his head. "I haven't heard much of the history of magic, but I know that if there is no secrecy law, Muggles will definitely live in a world that is a hundred times more dangerous than now. There are always watching magical animals and dark wizards trying to hurt them."

"So in fact, it still protects Muggles~www.readwn.com~ right?"

"I don't understand, but I think, yes." New Features nodded, and then pulled Nelson's arm. "You should discuss with me more about magical animals, such as your curled-winged demon. I'm not sleepy with Fantastic Animals."

"That one is not mine." Nelson moved this time. He stood up with Newt's strength and walked outside the store together. The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the sky. The sky above New York was hidden. Covered by the smog, it looks like there is a huge land bat entrenched in the sky, "It even wants to attack me."

"It's yours if you catch it," Newt shook his head. "Fantastic animals like this extremely dangerous to wizards are not suitable for keeping pets."

"Okay," Nelson looked down at the road, and walked side by side with Newt on the street that was gradually becoming lively. "When I detoxify, I will give you the Curly Winged Demon."

"Keep it for yourself," Newt declined this tempting offer for him, and he said bitterly. "When I came to New York, I had one on hand, and I thought it was the world's The last curly-winged demon almost caused a catastrophe...If I hadn’t recovered the box soon, there might be a legend of brain-eating murderer circulating on the streets of New York. You may only see it in Azkaban. Me." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 147 Secret Law Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if not automatically To jump, please click [Jump]

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