My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"Fortunately! When you tremble, some people protect you!"

Some wild sarcasm from Grindelwald resounded over the Quidditch pitch.

At the same time, in the middle of the city of Newmontgard, the eight-way intersection in the hidden place, the roof of Gringotts in Diagon Alley, the village entrance of Hogsmeade...Almost a wide area appeared above the settlements where wizards gathered around the world. The water curtain, the wizards who passed by these places were attracted by the water curtain.

"what is this?"

On the hidden magical food street, a pair of rich middle-aged couples who just finished purchasing walked towards the leaving statue. The witch held her husband with a basket full of vegetables and stretched out her hand to touch Pitya’s arm. Suddenly, a sign appeared in front of her. The water curtain and the pure white "canvas" puzzled her. She retracted her hand and looked at her husband next to her.

"boom-"

The vegetable basket in the hands of the husband fell to the ground, the bright red apples rolled all over the floor, and the carefully selected large watermelon fell in half. The witch looked at the dusty fruit with distress and was about to scold her. The husband found him staring straight ahead, his eyes were full of surprise.

She quickly turned her head and looked at the water curtain that was still white just now.

I saw a distorted black monster roaring towards the outside of the water curtain. The witch living under the water curtain actually experienced what is naked-eye 3D immersiveness. A huge pitch-black eyeball was squeezed in the center of the screen. It was almost as high as a two-story building. Before she could react, the eyeball suddenly split from the middle, and the shark teeth that were stacked like tiles roared and wanted to shred everything in front of her.

This picture can be called an opening lightning strike. The witch felt her heartbeat slowed down a bit, her legs were soft, she stumbled back a few steps, and she was about to fall to the ground. When she leaned back, she felt Until his old waist was dragged by a pair of powerful arms.

"Oh...Dakko..."

She turned her head and looked at her husband who had lost her passion for marriage for decades, but found that the husband who was holding her was holding her old waist with the other hand, still staring at the water curtain in front of her. He squeezed a sentence from his teeth, "Honey, get up quickly, don't you know how heavy you are?"

"Okay." The gentleness on the witch's face disappeared in less than a second. She straightened up dryly and asked, "What is this? Dakko?"

"I don't know. If you are talking about the things in the painting, I can only say that it looks like a distorted silent person... It is a disqualification of education. Why does the current wizarding education create silent persons?" Rubbing his old waist, his eyes were full of fear, "As for this water curtain, I know what it is."

"what?"

The witch asked curiously. She realized that the things in the picture were fake, and she was able to enjoy the immersive scene.

"Fifteen years ago, at Father Lachaise Cemetery, Gellert Grindelwald used this magic to show his followers the Muggle future weapon he imagined."

The wizard squinted his eyes. At this moment, the water curtain reproduced not only the huge sound of silently fighting an unknown enemy outside the screen, but also the unforgettable voice of a wizard over fifteen years old in Paris to corroborate his statement. The Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald!

He didn't understand why Grindelwald dared to spread his own voice in such a place, and the sonorous words clearly passed into the ears of him and everyone who was in a hidden place like him.

"You have been bred to be demented under the illusion of peace. Look, my compatriots, my brothers, this is the tool that Muggles use to deal with us, to stifle the younger generation of wizards, and to destroy our hope. These tools were once our compatriots!" Grindelwald's voice was full of pain, "Second Salem, I believe most people have never heard of their names, even if they know it, they laughed. Because you never imagined that a group of Muggles who can only do such useless work as handing out flyers can pose a threat to wizards!"

"It turned out to be... really silent." The wizard's lips trembled a little, and he put on the eyes hanging around his neck, and pulled out an extremely thick book from the bag behind him.

"What's the matter, dear?"

"Years ago, there was a silent man who was able to control his magical powers. Although he was only active for a while before disappearing, he still left a deep impression on the wizards of that year," the wizard recalled, "the idle Auror is fundamental. I can't touch the corners of his clothes, and he breaks their shields as simple as drinking soup. I was fortunate enough to meet him... No, it, but it can't compare to the monster in front of me."

"These despicable Muggles, they abduct our children, abuse them, humiliate them, squeeze them, leash them and keep them in the sheep pen, play and squeeze their hearts unscrupulously, and let an innocent person Children grow up in misery, use inferior potions to induce their magic power, overdraw their lives, and make them into puppet-like obedient silent people in batches!"

Grindelwald complained loudly that what was playing in the water curtain at this moment was the scene of silently jumping into the Slytherin stand. Although they did not know each other, the hearts of the audience were raised for the children.

"Look! This is the tool they made. It is a mixture of the souls of seven poor children, and the one who stole them controls the reins like a horse!"

Grindelwald’s energetic words provoked the resentment of almost everyone. Despite their different positions, when they learned that this "monster" was once a cute and lively little wizard, it is difficult for anyone not to regret their tragic experience. And the last sentence of Grindelwald completely stirred up their anger!

"They may be your neighbor’s children, your colleague’s children, or even your children, my children! But they have not only lived in pigpens, but also lived in misfortunes. They have also been told that wizards are evil aliens, and even To call a disgusting Muggle lunatic'mother'! Think about it! What a humiliation, what a persecution?"

Grindelwald’s words slowed down. Undefended students appeared in the water curtain. The students of the entire college consisted of only one chubby professor and another student who was so weak that he seemed to be about to die suddenly. Their hearts were gripped, and they felt a malicious net pounced on the wizard from Grindelwald's vague words, as if the students on the stage were their own children.

(In Grimmauld Square, Bollocks, who has an independent water curtain, looked at the son who protected his classmates in the picture with satisfaction, smiled and said to the housekeeper, "I didn't spend the money in vain."

But he quickly shook his head, poking his teeth and said, "But why is it Alphad?")

The silent blood bowl watched as he was about to swallow the entire stand, and Grindelwald seemed to feel powerless for this situation, the picture was frozen, his face appeared in the center of the water curtain, and a drop of tears flowed from his resolute eyes. , Moistening his pale cheeks and dry beard, the demon king who dedicated his life to the cause of terror cried, showing his weak side in front of the world.

"For thousands of years, wizards have always regarded themselves as part of mankind. For the peace of the world, we even put the shackles called "Secrecy Act" on our necks. In the Muggle expansion, we must not Not again and again, abandoning their homeland and homeland, moving to places off the beaten track..."

His voice was so low that he didn't feel like a dark wizard at all, but rather like a poor man who was hurt by the dark wizard.

"That said, some of us are indulged in false peace and have become demented. They raise their wands, raise their swords and axes, and persecute those who want to make everyone good. They use blunt knives. They castrated the wizard's backbone with a slash and kidnapped everyone with a ridiculous stripe. They watched Muggles rush into the wizard's rare event and ruin the victory of the Triwizard Tournament. They helplessly give away other people's children. Go to hell, they will touch your head when the Muggle drives the knife to your neck, and pretend to say:'This is for world peace'... My fellow citizens, perhaps in your heart, I am a murderous demon. Head, but I tell you all this just to give you the right to think for yourself."

Having said this, Grindelwald’s face disappeared from the water curtain, and there was a long silence on the magic streets around the world. Those who were clamoring to destroy the Dark Lord’s conspiracy also stopped their impulse after hearing all this. During the time when the picture was frozen, everyone seemed to be under a petrification curse, standing in place, at a loss.

"Dako...Is that...Is that so?" The witch showed a worried expression and pinched the back of her hand. She remembered her grandson who was still learning to speak, and her daughter-in-law was taking her child on vacation in the United States. "I just heard someone say …Second Saxon, in the United States?"

"It's the Second Salem..." The wizard corrected his wife's speech disorder, shook his head, and said, "The best solution to what Grindelwald said is to not believe a word, but..."

He closed his mouth, Salem's clamor resounded across the street, which was ironclad proof, and he didn't know how to refute it.

Seeing her husband not speaking, the witch gently took his arm and comforted, "The Ministry of Magic will take care of it."

"You don't know, it's because of the Ministry of Magic," the wizard sighed anxiously, "Oh!"

As time passed, more and more people gathered next to the water curtain. Even the wide street in the hidden place was crowded with water. Everyone looked anxiously at the water curtain, expecting and fearing what's next. progress.

"Fortunately! When you tremble, some people protect you!"

Except for Hogwarts, the broadcast of the water curtain does not seem to be real-time. At this moment, it finally broadcasts the first words Grindelwald screamed at Hogwarts. Then, under the watchful eyes of wizards all over the world, A thunderous beam penetrated silently, and in the next second, a giant steel hand stretched out from the void to strangle the monster's throat and dragged it into the pure white world!

Even Darko, who has a deep hatred of Grindelwald, was so excited that he almost waved his fist, but the tingling on his arm calmed him down. It turned out that it was his more emotional wife who was so excited that he grabbed his forearm.

The camera climbed up along Alexander’s fist, obviously fast, but because of its oversized body, it looked like slow motion. The camera always focused on the red light behind the fog. The wizards were a little surprised. Why would the hero who save the students be a hero? This kind of thing?

Although I don’t understand Alexander’s principle, its gleaming armguards, hot steam and dense magic patterns all demonstrate its power, except for some privacy content about the family that was pinched by Grindelwald. The conversation between Nelson and Salem was almost heard by the wizards. They learned that at this moment, it was a Hogwarts student, a young man named Nelson Williams!

Nelson’s process from being sensible to violent under Salem’s provocation is almost a psychological portrayal of them. They can only see the silent battle of Alexander’s resistance through the swing of the camera. This is also Grindelwald’s shrewdness, just Dislocation shooting and shaking the camera, turned the battle that was originally easy to win by relying on geographical advantages into a battle that was crushed and won by unrivaled strength after a difficult battle.

"I ask! You answer!"

"You... you ask..."

Salem's soft service made many viewers unable to help waving their fists, and many people accidentally injured the surrounding wizards, but no one cared about it at the moment.

"What is your purpose in coming to Hogwarts!"

"You...Tom Riddle, and, as well as Head...no, Christian Jewell, you have a similar experience, you are the best raw material for silent people, enough to help us complete the great cause of eliminating wizards, hahahaha , We have succeeded. Even if you kill me, you can't stop the next mother who inherits the name of Salem."

"Talk more!" Salem wailed after a loud noise, and Nelson continued to ask, "How many little wizards did you kidnap?"

"Remember... I can't remember. Since I became Salem, there are probably more than 3,000. Every year there are dozens of high-quality piglets, but... Unfortunately, those goods can only train a few fighters. ."

"How many people died?" Nelson's voice was filled with anger like most people.

"Why should I remember something? Cough cough, maybe one out of a hundred piglets can be raised..."

"Very good, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is very good, very good." Nelson's tone was lighter than ever.

Grindelwald's lens pushed forward rapidly, finally breaking through the fog and rushing into the sky. The red spot that puzzled everyone finally appeared in front of everyone-a flame behind a lens, the angry eyes of the gods.

The camera did not stop, and it was still upward. In the center of the crown-like head, there was a pointer-like throne. It flicked over the throne, and the figure sitting on it gave the wizards a glimpse of it.

"Mergan! Wiltening by the water!"

Dakko's eyes widened and shouted incoherently.

"My fellow citizens, you must have your own answers and your own choices."

The wizards were silent, and Grindelwald's voice like a friend's heart-to-heart talk sounded again.

"For the greater good."

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