My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"what?"

　　 Nelson showed a confused look. This was the first time he entered the memory of others, and he had no experience.

"The mechanism of the meditation basin is not like the mind-trapping," Dumbledore leaped from the street lamp, glanced at the embarrassed Grindelwald with a complex expression, retracted his gaze, and said softly, "When we travel in other people's memory , Can only follow in the footsteps of those who have experienced it, experience everything he has experienced, and see the sights he saw in his memory... Have you found that when Newt moved forward, the scenery behind him was shattered."

　　 "Didn't he see this battle?" Nelson asked, "Although he is far away, but—"

"If this memory of yours was given to you by Newt Scamander," Dumbledore groaned for a moment, and said, "Then I saw it, and I watched it with him... At that time I Just stand by the window over there."

　　 Dumbledore pointed to an inconspicuous hut in the distance, but it was very conspicuous at the moment, because it was in the shock wave of Melkan’s magic, and it was the only building that stood firmly in this circular ruin below.

　　 "You mean this memory has been modified?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Then Green—"

"No," Dumbledore shook his head and glanced at Grindelwald who was frozen in place. "He wouldn't do this kind of thing. For your situation, I prefer this to be What is special about you."

　　 "What is special about me?" Nelson thought for a moment and shook his head. "For magic related to memory, I will only forget the spell."

"Have you noticed that your parents' fighting style is very similar to yours, and the version I saw was just that they used a bolt of lightning to injure him, and he was injured...not so badly. According to mine Judging from experience," Dumbledore said, narrowing his eyes, "I think it's because—"

　　 "Don't waste your brains, Albus." Another voice squeezed in, "You don't understand."

　　 Nelson looked back, and Grindelwald, who was still still, actually moved. He winked at Nelson, and his clothes were cleaned up.

　　 Grindelwald appeared in front of Nelson, blocked him and Dumbledore, looked at Dumbledore on the street lamp with a smile, and said, "What do you want to do to my students?"

"Your student?" Dumbledore's voice was trembling. He trembled and looked weak, but he recovered in the next second. He looked back **** for tat and sarcastically said, "Gellert, you can't teach. Such a student."

　　 "Really?" Grindelwald shrugged and said indifferently, "Just keep thinking about it."

　　 "Mr. Grindelwald, how did you get here?" Nelson's confused voice sounded, and he still didn't understand the principle of this matter.

　　 "I found something in the illusion," Grindelwald turned around, winked at Nelson, and said, "Your tactics are very effective. Your parents didn't beat me so badly back then."

"Blurred illusion?" Nelson nodded thoughtfully. This strange space is full of mists, and the essence of these mists are the memories left by the people who passed away. What has been studied based on these massive memories The new magic is not far-fetched, it has the entrance to the illusion, even if Grindelwald has developed any dream-killing technology, Nelson is not surprised.

"Yes, Illusory Realm," Grindelwald looked very happy, he said, "I found that memory may be more than memory. Just now, I felt myself in the illusion of Newmontgard. It turns out that there is an independent world here, but you can do more than I thought. Even if you enter the memory of others, your unique fog can erode it into your own thoughts. The most important story... when you read it, it is no longer someone’s memory."

"Erosion..." Nelson nodded. In the past few years, he has learned all kinds of magic with a group of powerful wizards, but he hasn't developed much of his own natural things, although Grindelwald got into Newt's memory. It sounds strange, but it undoubtedly opened up new ideas for Nelson.

Dumbledore stood under the street lamp, silent. When he saw Grindelwald's conversation with Nelson getting deeper, he finally couldn't help but burst out. He took a step forward and squinted at Grindelwald. Said every word:

　　 "Why do you dare to appear next to him, in front of this child's parents, Gellert, how dare you?"

"Child? Do you treat Nelson as a child?" Grindelwald asked back, "Oh, yes, you even prevent him from doing the last thing for his most beloved person. You even have to help him with this decision. , That's why he pushed this'child' to the most dangerous, evil, and craziest black wizard in the world?"

Dumbledore's face turned pale, he glanced at Nelson cautiously, and then quickly withdrew his gaze. Every word of Grindelwald plunged into his heart like a barbed blade. He retorted, "How dare you ?"

"Why don't I dare? What are you talking about? Albus, there seems to be something wrong with your mind," Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "What are you referring to? Did I kill Nelson's parents? I never Having avoided this kind of thing, I even encouraged Nelson to take revenge on me, why, because I have a clear conscience, I am willing to pay for what I have done, but do you dare? You dare to let me say why only the two of them came over. Sent to death? You know, that deadly curse really came from me, but am I really the real murderer?"

　　 "You never shy away from such things? Then why did Nelson dare to look at Newt's memory when he came back."

"You are really interesting, Albus, are you under the Imperius Curse? Is it your boss Dipeter who controls your body now?" Grindelwald sneered, with no mercy on his lips, "because of him Never asked me, what should I do? Did he suddenly appear when he was eating donuts one morning and tell him the details of his parents’ death in battle? As for why he had to go back to school to watch Newt’s memory , Don't you know it yourself?"

　　 Grindelwald exhaled and continued.

"Albus, do you feel so proud to own an antique? Who doesn't know that there is only one meditation basin in the world, and it’s in Albus Dumbledore’s office. Why, are you going to let Nelson drink the memory? ?"

Today, Grindelwald is a double happiness. He made some unexpected discoveries while doing research in the illusion. When he broke into this place, he ran into Dumbledore. At this moment, he was refreshed and full of energy. He felt that he could eat more for dinner. bowl.

"Nelson, I still said that, I won't hurt you, and I welcome you to come to me for revenge, but I think there are some things you need to be clear about," Grindelwald turned around, grabbing Nelson's shoulders with both hands, in a deep voice Said, "Your parents have little combat experience and they were indeed defeated by me, but have you ever thought about it? Why are they only two of them dealing with me? Why are there no reinforcements for such a long battle? They were betrayed! You! You may not expect that the person who betrayed them is as close as yours—"

　　 "Shut up! Grindelwald!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Enough! Is this interesting? Are you going to cut his wounds?"

　　 After all, Dumbledore disappeared in place, a mirror-like crack appeared on the boundary of the memory world, and Grindelwald smiled and greeted Nelson and left.

Only Nelson was left here. The cracks spread from the periphery to the inside, and gradually climbed to his side. There was no Grindelwald or Dumbledore. Nelson took the last time to look at the two men holding hands on the broomstick. A complex emotion surged into her heart, and the focus of Elizabeth's eyes only followed Melgan's profile, but Nelson felt she was looking at herself.

　　 He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. The abnormal feeling of blood connection became stronger and stronger, making Nelson a little stupefied. He obviously didn't know the two people in front of him. This should be their first meeting, but...

　　Melgan met his gaze suddenly, blinked, and his grimacing look looked like Jonas.

Nelson was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, but the two on the broomstick returned to their original state. Everything just seemed to be an illusion. At this time, the crack on the edge of the world spread to his feet, and Nelson's eyes were dark, a weightless drop Feeling flooded him.

　　……

　　 "Professor, is he true?"

　　 Nelson opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa in Dumbledore’s office, with a thin blanket covering him, and the flames in the fireplace warming his right side.

Dumbledore stood between Nelson and the fireplace, with his back to Nelson, holding the wand in his hand tightly, his knuckles were white, no emotions could be seen from his back, the fire in the fireplace reflected on his face , Making his back darker, and after a while, he said:

　　 "No."

　　 "Then why don't you let him go on? Professor." Nelson asked, sitting upright.

"Because he is best at using this kind of words to confuse young wizards like you." Dumbledore said with a halt, "You are still young, and you may not understand. Some things he said are indeed the truth, but for anything, change it. Permutations and combinations, or pick and choose, may represent completely different situations."

　　 "So can you tell me? What was the situation?" Nelson asked, "Since you think he will lie, you should tell me the truth."

　　 "Well... I'm sorry, I always thought of you as a child," Dumbledore said with his back to Nelson, "I'm not even as good as Grindelwald at this point."

　　 "Thank you, murderer, who else besides Grindelwald?"

"Your mother, Elizabeth, is a very good witch," Dumbledore answered the wrong question and began to tell the story of Elizabeth. Nelson did not interrupt him, sitting on the sofa and listening quietly, "She is cloth Sparton’s best student, when I first came to teach at Hogwarts, she followed Boothbarton’s team to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"But she hadn't been selected by the Goblet of Fire not long after she entered school at that time. I didn't realize how good the little girl would become in the end." Dumbledore turned around and looked into Nelson's eyes and said, " Later, I was invited to participate in the assessment of the French Wizarding Examination. I have never seen a girl with such a bad temper... Sorry, I mean, she was a bit grumpy, but it was amazing. During the assessment of Defense Against the Dark Arts, she destroyed All the facilities in that area-people who know her say that her magic is as violent as her character, but she is outstanding and unparalleled."

　　 Nelson listened patiently, waiting for the following.

"Your father, Mergan Wiltening, comes from an ancient Nordic family," Dumbledore said. "I don't know much about it. You can ask a specialist in the history of magic with deep genealogy. When he was young Cynical and unremarkable until he got the same grades as your mother in the graduation exam, such a young and excellent wizard and wizard should be a couple of gods and goddesses, but their love has not been blessed."

　　 "Because of Muggle origin?" Nelson asked faintly~www.readwn.com~ Actually...Yes, yes. "Dumbledore paused for a moment, and finally admitted, he said, "Your father's family has always lived in France, but the population is declining. At that time, he was the only one left, and his grandmother's family was your great-grandmother's family. He is still prosperous in the UK, so for a long time, he was taken care of by this family. "

　　 "What family?"

　　 "Have you heard of Gorshak? The builders of the Knight Bus and the Hogwarts Express, they are...a bit old-fashioned. This is why your mother still calls herself Williams after marriage."

　　 "I see." Nelson nodded and stood up. "So what did the Gorsak family betray them?"

"I think...that can't be called a betrayal," Dumbledore turned around and said, "The situation of the war is changing rapidly. At that time, Britain was also being attacked. Even if the old Gorschak did not oppose it, there was not necessarily The wizard had time to support Paris."

　　 "I understand, thank you." Dumbledore said vaguely, but Nelson already understood what had happened, so he stood up and said goodbye, "Thank you for filling out the student registration form for me."

　　 "That's what I should do," Dumbledore watched Nelson walk to the door and said, "Those people are dead."

"I know."

　　 "Will you find him revenge?" Just when Nelson turned the doorknob off, Dumbledore said suddenly, "Actually, you can wait. These shouldn't be things you need to solve."

　　 "Not now, Professor, I am still too far away." Nelson shook his head and left without looking back.