My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"What I do has nothing to do with you."

Dumbledore only glanced at Sigmund who had appeared at the end of the corridor, then turned his head back, and continued to study the mist that had been captured, "I don't need to introduce it to you, and I don't bother to tell you this. "

"How is it possible? Albus, what each of us does at any time will have any unimaginable effect on anyone. This is destiny," Sigmund sneered and stepped on it. The daggers and slags of the earth, the soles of black dragon leather boots creaked, "As a person who may be affected by your behavior, don't I even have the right to care about what fate I might encounter?"

"Of course, please do it yourself." Dumbledore shrugged, and the mist in his hands couldn't dissipate in the air under the squeeze of magic, and it condensed into a constantly changing face. "You have the right to care, but I didn't explain it. Obligations."

"Albus, you must know that communication is always the most powerful means for humans to resolve misunderstandings," Sigmund walked behind Dumbledore, looked at the changing white face in his hand in surprise, and asked curiously. , "So what did memory master Albus Dumbledore find in his student's treasure?"

Dumbledore's fingers pressed slightly, and the face in his palm instantly shattered into fugitive smoke. He turned around, raised his wand, and pressed it against Sigmund's chin.

"Grindelwald, I warn you!" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "I don't know what idea you are hitting Nelson, and I don't know why a living wizard can connect to the illusion, but you indulge. His act of using magic to develop the illusion is no different from harming him!"

"Why?" Sigmund smiled and changed to Grindelwald's teasing face in the next second. He even took a step forward, and Dumbledore's wand tipped his jaw. , The voice of his speech became strange, "A wizard who has never learned magic can go to the place of life and death. What a great talent? Is it your concern to kill other people’s talents and turn him into a Relying on Dumbledore II, who was juggling with polymorphism all day long by his family?"

"You are simply unreasonable!" Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and the lost fog that had not completely escaped was captured by him. "How many memories are there in such a mist? You have taken Nelson for so many years, haven't you studied it? This? Do you think the soul of a wizard can bear so many things that do not belong to him? Don't you know that any gift of fate has his price?"

"I don't know, Albus." Grindelwald continued to take a step forward, Dumbledore's wand had been bent, "I have never studied other people's things, I just went to the illusion and found one. Big baby, you may not know that Nelson Wiltning, like me, is a prophet, and the prophet is the best at writing bad checks to fate."

"you!"

Dumbledore shook his head, holding only his wand, and even for a second he thought of piercing Grindelwald's head with a spell, but his arm slackened and shook it away. The wand was in Grindelwald's. A **** scratch was drawn on the chin.

While the shallow wound had not yet healed, Grindelwald smiled and wiped his chin with his hand, lowered his head, and looked at the red blood on his fingers. He stepped forward again and watched Dumbledore hold tightly. The wand's right hand was lowered, and his mouth was close to his ear.

"Sure enough, Albus, even so," Grindelwald grinned and grinned. "We are all the same."

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"We are the same."

In the illusion, Nelson woke up leisurely, his eyes under the silver armor were bright and blue, but there seemed to be a dark ink flow in the depths. The ink color brought a tyranny that had never appeared in these eyes. He took a deep breath. He took a sip of water from the air, splashed it on his face, and simply closed his eyes. After struggling for a while, his expression and tone returned to the gentleness of a stream that was unchanging for the year.

"Pippy Ghost is not the same as you!" Pippy Ghost was still kicking on the spot under the control of the four big hands, and shouted loudly, "Pippy Ghost is not a human being, and Pippy Ghost will not lock himself in iron. In the can, Pippi will not force others to kick forward!"

"Oh, sorry," Nelson waved, and the four hands stopped, just to put Pippi in a high-legged posture, "but I still want to say, we are the same, do you want to listen? Pippi? Peigui, I know you have always regarded Hogwarts as a family, don't you want to be a good boy that your family likes?"

"Go ahead! What else can Pippi do besides listening!"

Pippi drooped his eyelids and muttered like a puppy who had lost a territorial fight. "Pippi has no family. These little wizards who come to Hogwarts to study are bad boys. Will never disappear again after one year? Even Pippi knows that his family will not abandon his home."

His two pointed ears drooped softly, covering the external auditory canal, but the big hand holding his left arm quickly raised his little finger, and two small hands grew from above, pinching his ears, so he had to let him listen. Nelson spoke.

"Look, see! Look! You can't even do this kind of thing, are you still a human?" Pippi's tone became resigned, with a little grievance, "You are really evil. , How can there be a wizard who can read the memory of ghosts..."

The magic power containing negative emotions accumulated over the centuries was vented through Nelson. Pippi's body became more transparent, and the turbid milky white no longer existed. This may be the true appearance of the ancient castle elves when he was born. .

"I'm a little curious." Nelson found the wooden stake that McGonagall liked to squat on when teaching him transfiguration on a flat lawn, sat on it, and brought Pepi Ghost over. After so many years, is there anything I want to do?"

"Me?" This is the first time Pippi used the pronoun "I" to refer to himself. Nelson continued to say that he was a little confused, "Pip...Does Pippi need what he wants?"

"Isn't it?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, bent down, and patted the lawn next to his buttocks. A shorter wooden stake emerged from the grass. "Sit down?"

The big hands condensed from the lost fog dissipated instantly, and the raised-legged Pepy Ghost fell from mid-air and sat on the ground. He looked around blankly, and did not choose to escape, but jumped onto the stake and hugged his knees. He curled up in the false annual ring, turned his head, saw the nasty guy in the nasty tin can, snorted, turned his head aside, and stopped looking at Nelson's direction.

"When I came to this world, I didn't know what I was going to do." Nelson learned the appearance of a Pippi, and he shrank his legs on the stakes and hugged them with his hands, but the hard armor made this The difficulty of the action suddenly increased, and the silent armor silently adjusted the joints to look like soft armor, allowing Nelson to sit more comfortably. "Later, I had a home, a good friend, and After a while, a man in a purple suit came over and told me that I was actually a wizard... If you were me, what would you do?"

Pippi was stunned. He lowered his head and buried his head between his knees, but the bodies without physical bodies were superimposed on each other. He lost his balance and almost rolled to the ground.

"Purple suit? It's Albus, right? Only he can wear this kind of clothes." The armor, who had been restraining his temper for a long time, couldn't help but finally interrupted, "Of course I went to Ollivander's to buy one. Magic wand, then come to Hogwarts to study!"

"Yes, that's how I did it." Nelson shook his head, "but I don't understand, I don't even approve of it, even though I seem to have some talent in magic, even if I was born a wizard, but I still feel mine There are too many things in my life that shouldn’t belong to me, my philosophy, my magic, my experience... everything in me is like being engulfed by other people’s ideas, being pushed away, and even some tragedies. —I understand that tragedies happen all the time in this world, but I don’t understand why these things happen to me. Sometimes I even wonder whether my life is shaped by a crappy author and whether I Living in a book-like world, are the bizarre sections of my life written by a self-righteous person? Are those dramatic conflicts and transitions just forcibly created by him to advance the plot? While killing the important person in my life, is he hiding behind a gloomy desk and laughing wretchedly and happily?"

There was a sudden gust of wind in the illusion, swept away the fallen leaves by the Black Lake, Nelson opened his eyes and looked at this world, which is almost the same as reality except for colors, and bit his lips. This was just a thought created by him. .

"Brother... Ravenclaw also thought about this question. Didn't you say that you met her? If you are interested, you might as well ask her." Armor gave his answer first, although there is nothing to do with no answer. The difference, "I'm just a pair of armor, but I once asked Merlin, since he can predict the future, why does he have to do so many things? Since the future is visible, why not hang himself on the armor frame like me and wait for the future Where are you visiting?"

"He didn't say anything."

"He...huh? How do you know that he didn't say anything," Armor raised Nelson's left hand and rubbed his hair. "But I think you are at least a powerful wizard, not to mention that you have done a lot. What no one dares to do."

"Thank you, I actually figured it out a long time ago." Nelson raised his right hand, patted the arm armor of his left hand, and turned his head to look at Pepy Ghost, "Pepy Ghost, all I said we are the same."

"what?"

"I know you as I know myself." Nelson shook his head. "You help others because everyone likes him. You hurt someone. That's because someone doesn't like him. Your magic determines your going. What to do, even your stubbornness and your naughty, is just because of the nature of children. We all enjoy a life that is influenced by others, and we don’t even have to think about what we should do, because someone will do it for us. choose."

"Pippi was born for pranks," Pippi stalked his neck and snarled, but where could he stop his mouth when he did not go out of the door? His voice gradually weakened, and he was obviously not so sure, "Pippi has been doing pranks since he was born..."

"I have been eating since I was born. Am I born to eat?"

Nelson laughed loudly, and the armor also made a "嚯嚯嚯" laugh in concert.

"I saw you fighting Helbo and his descendants in the secret room." Nelson carefully stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of Pi Pigui's head. He cautiously held back his strength for fear that his hands were too deep, Pi Pi The touch of a ghost is very similar to that of a ghost. Although it is invisible, the difference in the medium can be clearly felt. Unlike the cold touch of a ghost, Pepigui feels hot to the touch, like blood surging in the heart of a young man. "Look, as you said, no one takes Hogwarts as their home. The bad guys among them even set up traps to kill you. Only you. You protected this castle and protected yourself. Home...and your family, Pippi, you have to know that home is a place where people are willing to go back when they are tired, and Hogwarts has given everyone a steady stream of motivation so that we will never be tired in our lives. As parents, You should be happy when your child grows up and leaves home."

"Should I be happy?"

Pippi's tone was perplexed. He shook his head, his eyes cleared, "But I... Pippi feels—"

"Aren't you you?" Nelson interrupted Pippi, "Isn't there the word'I' in English a thousand years ago?"

"I..." Pepy Ghost turned his head and looked at Nelson blankly.

"Yes, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Pippy, you are you," Nelson stared at Pippy's almost transparent eyes, "You have protected your home, you are no longer a congregation of mischievous consciousness, you With your own ideas, I ask you, in Hogwarts for so many years, do you think that some of your own'pranks' are really not too much?"

"I...I, I!"

Pipigui nodded and shook his head again. His movements became convulsive, like a movie that was disrupted by film, with mixed magical power rising from all over his body. Moreover, his pupils were occupied by the darkness gushing from the bottom of his heart, but they did not look like it. Nelson showed tyrannical and chaotic malice at first, but on the contrary, like a baby falling to the ground, opening his almond-like black eyes, he looked at the world curiously.

"I***"

At the same time, Alphad, who was hungry and wanted to get something to eat in Hufflepuff, suddenly fell from the stairs. He grabbed the railing and hung in the air. He saw that the stairs in the corridor began to spin frantically, like It's a dance that is full of Scottish style and requires a lot of positive movements.

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