My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Grindelwald, I think we should start with something simple," Nelson looked at the strange bird opposite, earnestly giving his self-righteous advice, "For example, quail or something? I heard When others learn to fight against magical animals, they start with magical animals like Bogut or Leprechauns."

"Do you think you can only win a quail?" Grindelwald's mouth twitched. "It's just an ordinary bird. Look, it has no special ability other than flying, it's just a little bigger, and Compared with the real magical animal, it is still a thousand miles away. Did you know that your Professor Dumbledore has a family phoenix? It only needs one paw to wipe out this mere appearance of the bird... ...Not to mention, if you fight with you, you will only use some boring things like paint."

"I'm just afraid that I might hurt you by losing my hand." Nelson spread his hand.

"You? You hurt me by losing your hand?" Grindelwald was angrily grinned, he grinned, "Are you afraid to irritate me? But I told you before, if you can really hurt me , I’m too happy to have time."

"Why are you so obsessed with cultivating me?" Nelson finally raised the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"Do you want to know? I'm a little curious, do you see anything from the future?" Grindelwald asked back, "I can tell you as long as you can beat it."

"Whatever method is used? As long as it can be defeated?"

"No matter what method is used." Grindelwald nodded. In his perception, this bird should be the limit of Nelson's ability to fight against magical creations. He also wanted to see how much Nelson could do. Nelson was in his mind. In his eyes, it was like a lost fog caused by a transforming talent, even if he had a rich experience like Grindelwald, he couldn't see what was hidden in the eyes of this young man who went with the crowd.

Grindelwald smiled sadly, glanced at the black flames of the giant bird's tail in the blind spot of Nelson's vision without a trace, "As long as you can defeat it beautifully, I will tell you everything you want to know."

"Okay." Nelson nodded, and he could finally try the biggest killer move against transformation spells that he had built in his mind.

Under Grindelwald's gaze, Nelson raised his wand and pointed it at the black giant bird floating in the air, muttering words in his mouth, and spit out an obscure, awkwardly awkward spell-exactly what Nelson learned from Tom Slytherin's Transfiguration Curse, but different from the past, the passage he read was an incorrect version of Slytherin's Transformation Curse.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a subtle explosion, a cloud of white smoke burst out centered on the giant bird. Under Grindelwald’s surprised expression, the white smoke quickly dissipated, leaving behind an emerald green toad with a few black feathers on its body. Struggling in the air, bulging its cheeks and let out a "quack".

Grindelwald looked at the scene in disbelief. As Dumbledore’s former best friend, this great wizard known for dark magic also had extraordinary attainments in the transformation spell. In his knowledge, Nelson should have struggled all over his body. Solving the numbers, and starting a bitter battle with the big bird-the concentrated fierce fire and the hardness of the feathers comparable to the steel, are all his "gifts" hidden in the body of the giant bird for Nelson.

"What's this?" He quickly accepted his small failure, but was curious about Nelson's methods.

"This is a product of the failure of ancient polymorphism. When I fail to deform an item, it will become such a toad." Nelson's face was a little pale, and he transformed such a huge magical creature. Even if he failed, it consumed most of his magic power, but the joy in Nelson's eyes was not affected at all. The use of this spell was exactly the same as he had imagined, and it seemed that he had mastered a killer move against transfiguration. "When it transforms successfully, it will be more stable than a normal transform spell, but when it fails, it will be like this. I don't know the principle."

Nelson shrugged and continued, "Its spell is—"

"You don't need to tell me," Grindelwald waved his hand. "You know this kind of spell yourself. Unique spells are the greatest wealth of every wizard."

"Okay," Nelson nodded. "Do I win this way?"

"Of course, I can still fall back on the bill." Grindelwald turned around gracefully, picked up the croaking toad from the air, looked at it for a moment, then threw it aside, and said, "As a reward, next you I personally control the study of magic, and to be honest, learning with a wizard like me is an opportunity that many people dream of."

"Mr. Grindelwald, you said you would tell me—"

"Of course I will tell you, Nelson." Grindelwald smiled and waved his magic wand. Nelson suddenly felt the surrounding sky spin and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, quickly becoming a warm room with exquisite decoration and burning fireplace.

"Sit as you like." Grindelwald pressed Nelson's shoulders and pressed him onto a knitted sofa, saying that he was sitting casually, but he still arranged a place for Nelson.

Nelson noticed that the pattern on this sofa cushion was exactly the same as the one in Dumbledore's office, maybe two of them went to the furniture store to buy it.

"Mind if I drink something?" As soon as Grindelwald finished his voice, he took out a bottle of mead from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, leaned against the fireplace, and asked, "You are a prophet. I should understand that I sometimes see some plausible images, and some situations are too bizarre, making me feel like I have delusions."

"There are some." Nelson nodded, wondering what medicine was sold in Grindelwald's gourd.

"I was troubled by these'memories' when I was young. Until I grew older, I didn't realize that what I saw were real memories," Grindelwald swallowed and said intoxicatedly. "Those are happening in the future. Real memories may come from me in the future, or they may be what the world wants to tell me."

"But the prediction is actually not accurate."

"No, it is absolutely accurate," Grindelwald shook his head and said sternly, "I know that there are many talented guys like you in history who think that they see the falsehood, and such people are most vulnerable to fate. I must remind you that facing up to the destiny you can see, this is the most suitable way to deal with this gift."

"..." Nelson nodded. In his heart, he always believed that the people who are most likely to be played by fate are those who believe in fate too much, such as Voldemort, who will shape his enemy in the future, and Grindelwald, who is now a little confused. But he just shook his head and didn't say much.

"I know what you are thinking," Grindelwald stared into Nelson's eyes. When the two looked at each other, Nelson saw that the color of his right eye pupil turned from dark to bright, and Grindelwald's voice was a little excited, he held his chest. Said, "I saw Muggles make steel warplanes among the prophets, and saw that they made ships and guns capable of destroying the world. I thought at the time, Muggles, that group of people who can't feel the magic at all. How could the ignorant possess such a powerful force? But then when I really saw the fighter plane roaring past my hometown, I felt deeply afraid that the fragments of destruction were the most real truth."

"This is Newmondgard..."

"Yes, this is my original intention for establishing Newmontgarde. It turns out that I was right." Grindelwald looked out the window. Nelson followed his gaze and looked out the window and found himself in Newmontgarde. , This should be the tall tower where Grindelwald lived. He saw that the sky outside was wrapped in a blue film. Scattered wizards were fighting on the boundary of the film, but Grindelwald seemed not to care about the fighting that was taking place. Looking back, looking at Nelson, he said, "So that I became more and more afraid of becoming the kind of guy who was bound by fate. I felt more and more that a shackle was being put on my neck, getting tighter and tighter, making me Can't breathe... so do you understand how happy I was when I saw you?"

"Me?" Nelson, who was mentioned inexplicably, pointed at himself, very confused. What does this have to do with himself?

"I foresee so many things that the world thinks I am a lunatic," Grindelwald looked at Nelson, not hiding the heat in his eyes. He stepped forward and said to Nelson, "When everything I foresee When things happen around me, my fear has completely surpassed my pride. I hate my prophetic foresight more and more, because when everything happens, I have foreseen it, and what I fear most is that at the end, there is a A terrifying future awaits me."

"A terrifying future?" Nelson's throat tightened.

"But everything has changed," Grindelwald happily, dancing with his hands, "Nelson, do you know where you are special? You don't exist in my future."

"I am not there?"

"Yes, Nelson!" Grindelwald took a step forward and scared Nelson to dodge back. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Nelson by the collar, and said loudly, "Nelson! Of all the futures I know, there is no you. Existence, do you know what it means?"

Nelson shook his head.

"You know what this means!" Grindelwald seemed to think that Nelson should know everything, and he said excitedly, "If my life is a book, then you are the character that the author doesn't know, you may come from the book page folder. The corner of the corner may come from a scrap manuscript with a wrong binding on the title page, or even from another book. Your existence is not restricted by any story, any plot or any outline, you can change the whole story!"

"..." Nelson pursed his mouth, and under Grindelwald's gaze, he slowly said, "Then you, what do you need me to do?"

"I won't let you do anything, I won't ask you for anything, I don't ask for anything from you, on the contrary, I will give you everything you want, magic, power, wealth, power, fame, "Grindelwald's eyes are full of bewilderment. "I will not try to interfere with your decision in any way. This will involve you in my story. I just want you to do everything you want to do with your own ideas, and The terrible ending I fear will definitely be changed. Compared with the overall situation that you Professor Dumbledore likes to do, I am more willing to let go. I believe that you will bring me unimaginable surprises."

"Can this be considered nothing else?" Nelson asked softly, tilting his face to one side.

"I give you all the support you want. Think about it. From the time you came to Newmontgard, did I have any ideas that distort you?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "Even if I knew I was yours. Enemies are not stingy about training. I feel a little strange when it comes to this."

"What's weird?"

"Nelson, are you Nelson Wiltning or Nelson Williams? When I tell you personally, I am your murderer's enemy, I can't even see a wave in your eyes, sometimes you The style of acting is more like a Muggle, which really puzzles me. What do you want when you follow the crowd?” Grindelwald stared at Nelson’s profile, and seemed to be able to see the flowers from above. After a while, he loosened Nelson’s collar, clapped his hands, and muttered to himself, “You seem to have no attitude towards anything. Except for your own friends, I can’t see what you care about. This is not a mentality that a strong man should have."

"I'm not a strong one..."

"That's just what you think, Nelson, do you think you are weak?" Grindelwald retorted, "I can't even imagine how far you will grow in time~www.readwn.com~ So what you want is what?"

"I don't know what I want," Nelson shook his head with a wry smile. "I came to Europe with a purpose. That was the only thing left to me by my most important elders, but now I feel that With my own strength, I can't do it..."

"what?"

"He wants peace, it's weak, doesn't he?"

"Peace?" Hearing these two words, Grindelwald opened his mouth and laughed, "Haha, even if you want to be the king of the world? What kind of ideal is this?"

"Can't it?" Nelson felt that this era of war was completely different from what he had imagined. If you want to make a change, even with the help of magic, you can't see any hope.

"Of course," Grindelwald laughed as he looked at Nelson's speechless expression, and he changed his conversation. "If you are allowed to fight alone, you may not be able to do anything after the battle is over, but—"

"but?"

"However, with my help, everything will be different." Grindelwald’s eyes flashed with confidence, "Under my guidance, you can become the greatest wizard in the world, and you can have the most difficult The power of imagination, at that time, you can do everything you want." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 156 Grindelwald’s Conspiracy Green Reading-Hogwarts My classmate of Gwartz is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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