My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Are you talking about Zweig? That Jewish wizard?" Dumbledore heard Nelson's description, thought for a moment, and said, "I know him, Newt has a history with him."

Nelson squinted. In the castle where Lorrian once lived, Newt and Zweig had a confrontation. In that battle, Newt hit Zweig's face twice with a one-on-three, and the two even He didn't say much, not like he had seen it before, he didn't say a word, and looked at Dumbledore quietly.

　　 "I know him," Dumbledore repeated, shaking his head, "He is a poor man hurt by blood and fate."

　　 "Poor man?" Nelson repeated.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "I heard that he has half the blood of magical animals, but I don't know what animal it is... He throws... there is a tragedy, but listen to me, Nelson, even He has never used black magic, and that doesn't mean he can't use it."

"Professor? Are you serious?" Nelson grinned and smiled kindly, but Dumbledore felt a clear cold from his face, "My patron saint curse is exactly what Zweig says. , Taught me one action, one action, professor, you just said in person that a wizard who can display a complete patron saint can't be a dark wizard, so why are you so sure that he is a dark wizard?"

　　 "Nelson..." Dumbledore raised his hand and prepared to apologize, but Nelson was no longer the kind of elegant and easy-going boy before. He had become another kind of elegant and easy-going, and he did not give Dumbledore a chance to interrupt at all.

"Professor, I would take the liberty to ask you, do you know Zweig? Do you know what magic he knows? You know what he did before he became a saint. I don't even know how you learned from'he and Newt have After a while, what kind of dark magic can he hear in this kind of story?"

Nelson hugged his hands, leaned on the back of his chair, and looked at Dumbledore calmly. Although he spoke extremely fast, his tone was flat. This sentence penetrated Dumbledore’s heart like a powerful spell. , His body suddenly leaned forward, supporting his chin with his crossed hands as Dumbledore used to do, lowered his head, and said in a low voice:

"Furthermore, Professor, you were wrong. From the very beginning, you were wrong. There are no poor people in this world who are hurt by fate, let alone people who are persecuted by blood. There is no such poor creature in the world... People can always choose for themselves when they are the most desolate, the most vulnerable, and the weakest, right?"

The silent Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes as if he was awakened suddenly, and he realized that Nelson was no longer an ordinary child. In fact, since September 1, 1939, Nelson was no longer the full of epigrams. Baby.

"Nelson, you're right, I have to apologize to you," Dumbledore actually lowered his head and apologized to Nelson. He stared into Nelson's eyes and said seriously, "People like me stay up high for a long time. I’ve forgotten where I came from."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, with a trace of relief in his eyes. He held the candlestick by the table and said in a hoarse voice: "I thought I had seen a lot, but I didn't expect it to become a murderer that interfered with my cognition. ——When I came to Hogwarts to become a transfiguration teacher, I vowed to educate every student with all the enthusiasm like Hufflepuff, but I didn’t expect that I would be like this in front of my students today. He hastily used stereotypes to define a stranger."

　　 "Professor..." Nelson stirred the glass of lemon sundae in his hand, not knowing what to say.

Dumbledore, this man who always seemed to be calm and steady, seemed to have not vented his emotions for a long time. A cloud of red flames spread around Dumbledore, and Nelson dodged backwards. It was found that Dumbledore had disappeared in place, leaving only a bird's song echoing back and forth in the air.

"..." Nelson had to sit there and finished the cup of sundae, but Dumbledore still did not come back. The bored Nelson got up, walked around the office, and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect him now You can apparate in the school."

Nelson propped his chin, looked at the small ornaments in the office, poked at that, pounded this...until Nelson discovered that there was a slender cabinet hidden behind the door, and the old but not slender cabinet door was concealed. He seemed to be saying "Come on and open me", he walked towards the cabinet as if he was possessed, and before him approached, the door of the cabinet popped open from the inside, and the cabinet was hollow, only an old and plain grey stone basin was quiet. Placed inside.

　　 "Pediatric basin..." Nelson shook his head, and suddenly realized that his behavior was inappropriate and weird. The views in his mind were fighting until one side killed the other.

　　 Nelson took out a small glass bottle full of flowing silver light from his arms. It was filled with the complete memory of witnessing the battle in Paris, which was given to him by Newt three years ago.

Nelson picked up the silver silk with his wand, carefully picked it out of the bottle, and pulled out a long silk. He quietly lowered his head and looked at the suddenly muddy water in the meditation basin, and poured the memory in. A small whirlpool is generated from the very center and turns faster and faster until the water in the entire stone basin turns into the same bright silver as the memory.

Nelson took a deep breath, held his breath, and buried his head in the basin. With his eyes closed, his eardrums also made tinnitus due to the momentary pressure imbalance. He almost lost his five senses at that moment, and he was dizzy. Nelson's falling feeling hit Nelson, and he tried to open his eyes, and for a moment, the voice in Nelson's ear suddenly became clear.

Cries, laughter, screams, glaring red and hot air occupy the five senses, and wizards in wizard robes fly around Paris, fighting each other, fighting in a ball, and can't even distinguish between enemy and me. The black veil covering the sky and the sun was floating around them, guarding the leader standing at the top of the tall building in the center. With his hands on his back, he seemed to be giving an impassioned speech.

Nelson raised his hand and looked around and found that he was standing at the top of a tall tower on the outskirts of Paris. He blinked and the three tall and thin figures in front of him overlapped. Nelson opened his mouth and was about to say hello, but suddenly realized that he was standing upright. In memories.

The three tall and thin figures overlapped, and he turned around, holding the suitcase in his hand nervously. That was Newt when he was young, his face was not as long as it is now, and he was very tender, and a blue windbreaker. Throwing loosely on her body, she kept chanting something in her mouth.

"It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me..." Nelson took a step forward, hearing Newt's incessant thoughts pacing back and forth. His face was tangled, his eyes closed, his nose and face wrinkled. Together, until Nelson was completely close, Newt clenched his fists with both hands and shook it heavily, in a very soft but heavy tone, "I... alas! Forget it!"

He immediately opened the suitcase, and a big white cat with a white body and huge body came out of the suitcase. It was Zou Wu who Nelson had seen. Newt patted its fur, jumped forward over the railing, one by one. The beast shuttles between the tall buildings in Paris like a monkey.

"Yes," Nelson was impressed by the senior's agile posture. Although he didn't understand why he didn't apparate directly to the battlefield with Zou Wu, instead running around on the roof, but Shuai is really handsome, and he can also. Keep up, "It might be better to fly."

As he said, Nelson drew his wand and pointed at himself. A cloud of smoke burst in place. A sparrow with complicated patterns and patches all over his body appeared there, even wearing a coat. He took his wand and left to Newt. In the direction of the flight.

As Nelson turned into a sparrow, the scenes behind him shattered like shattered mirrors, and realistic scenes were constantly being generated in front of Newt who was walking through the building. This memory is taken from Newt’s Experience, so only the things included in his vision have the qualifications to exist.

　　 As we move forward, the depressive smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger. The giant Voldebat is slowly adjusting its body that fills the sky and wraps Grindelwald in a ring.

　　Newt turned into the side alley, but Nelson did not follow him again, but flapped his wings and flew in the direction of Grindelwald.

He saw the two characters that only existed in the background story, a man with blond hair and bruises but a firm expression. He held a wand in his right hand and stood on a tattered broom volley across from Grindelwald. He Biting his lower lip tightly, the red blood slowly dripped down his chin, while his other hand tightly held a black dress lady who suddenly appeared next to her, her face pale, His figure was thin, and his plain black dress appeared tottering in the air.

Without any introduction, Nelson knew their names, Melgan Wiltening and Elizabeth Williams. He felt a little heavy on his wings, and he waved it twice and hovered quietly over Melkan and Elizabeth. Between the two.

Melgan felt the flying broom suddenly heavier, and he reached out and grabbed a slender, cold hand. The palm of that hand was full of sweat, while the smaller hand turned over the wrist, firmly Holding him firmly, Melgan turned his head and faced Elizabeth's bright eyes. He looked at Elizabeth and shook his head reproachfully. After a few seconds, the two smiled brightly to each other. Then, May Ergan turned his head and looked at the oppressive Dark Lord on the top of the building resolutely. Elizabeth also raised her wand. Although her body was shaky, the hand holding the wand was unusually stable.

　　 "Good meeting," Grindelwald performed an extremely standard wizarding ceremony. He held his wand to his chest and said softly, "Mr. Wiltening, and Miss Williams, it's nice to see you."

　　 After that, he bent down again, looked at the position between Mergan and Elizabeth, did the same thing again, blinked and said, "Good evening."

Nelson hovered in the focus of his sight, with mixed feelings in his heart. He really did not expect that the prophet among the wizards could even predict such things. He looked up at the sun hiding behind the clouds, and he understood this sentence in his heart. Good evening is for myself.

　　 Melgan only when Grindelwald greeted the two people separately, nodded stiffly, and raised his wand.

　　 "Grindelwald!" He swallowed, tossed his hair, and said sternly, "How on earth are you willing to leave Paris?"

"Interesting," Grindelwald lifted his hand, looked away from the two of them, and looked at Melgan's face with interest, and said, "I have to say that you are the only one I have seen so far. I don't want to The enemy who took my life."

"I'm not your opponent, Grindelwald," Mel happily admitted that he was inferior, but he said with a serious expression, "Although I can't beat you, I have the confidence to hold you back. I believe in Paris. The people will save themselves, and your abacus here won't work."

"I can't agree more, Mr. Wiltening," Grindelwald said with a shrug, "but we have to try, don't we? Although we will be withdrawing from Paris in fifteen minutes, I still can't help it. An opportunity to learn from a powerful wizard like you~www.readwn.com~Wiltening by the stream, this is a name that resounds throughout the world."

　　 "I will accompany you at any time, but you might as well take these saints and evacuate first." Melgan played a careful eye.

"Mr. Wiltening, why don't you let Miss Williams next to you leave first," Grindelwald looked at Elizabeth and said sincerely, "Is it your child that you sent away just now? You can't live without a mother if you are so young. , And it looks like you are a little weak, so I am a little invincible."

"It's okay." Elizabeth's acting style is as capable as her black ponytail. She poked her hand forward, and a blue electric light rushed out of the tip of the stick, rushing towards Grindelwald's face, and shot Green. Dvor suddenly thickened again. She maintained the beam of light and continued, "We are two against one, it doesn't matter."

　　 The electric light condensed into a thick beam of light wide and wide, instantly vaporizing the railing in front of Grindelwald, and completely wrapped him up before continuing to rush back.

Almost in an instant, this beam of light reached the horizon, smashed the surrounding clouds in an instant, and shot farther into the sky. Almost all the surviving people in Paris looked at the sky and saw this road more than sunshine. Be dazzling light.

　　 "I hope I inherited this..." Nelson flapped his wings and looked at the huge hole in the sky that was difficult to close.

"Ladies first, this is completely in line with public order and good customs." Finally, Elizabeth stopped the supply of magic power, but the curse passed. Although everything on the roof was melted, Grindelwald stood still intact, and he touched it. Touched the railing with molten iron, nodded, and said to the air, "Let you see the battle of the strong."