My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The muddy ground was covered with moss, and the fallen Armando was also covered with splashes of filth.

Nelson was silent for a moment. The battle was not as close as he had imagined. In his perception, the principal of Hogwarts could be equivalent to a Dumbledore, but now it seems that he is just playing tricks. It was nothing more than a delirious old man, so much so that the news that the magic predicting the opponent's actions was successfully used for the first time in a battle has become like chewing.

He was puzzled. What had gone through a once-respected principal to become like this now, and in the bunker of the House of Love, from that one seemed to be Sister Sykes In the memory read by the mother's heart, the image of Armando's "decency" seems incompatible with those monsters. What role does he play?

All kinds of doubts gathered in Nelson's heart, so that his joy of easily defeating powerful enemies was washed away.

After thinking for a moment, he walked towards Armando. Some sharp broken rocks were scattered on the ground, and a long stone happened to be collected from the back of Armando's land and penetrated through the back of the head. The green mist quickly seeped from the wound on the back of the head. After coming out, he was quickly dissolved by the fog. Despite such a fatal wound, Armando did not shed a drop of blood. He was literally squeezed dry by Isabel's potion.

Nelson took off his hat and held it to his chest. The old principal was hopeless.

Suddenly, Armando's wrinkled eyelids trembled, and his lips were squirming. Nelson turned his ears and listened carefully.

"My portrait... is with Barry."

Armando's eyes have completely lost their luster, his chapped lips screamed, and he uttered an intermittent word like a mosquito.

Nelson did not speak, just took off his hat and silently stared at the once respected old principal.

"It's all this time, do you still care about your name?" Nelson felt a little disgusted, but this kind of impatience only flashed in his eyes. He simply sat down in the moss-filled mud, patiently After listening to Armando's last words, infinite desolation rose in his heart, "Is the end of life actually spent with the enemy... It's really sad."

"If he is willing to let me stay with him... Could you please help me to say something good, you are Barry's friend! I don't want, I don't want to be a grandfather who is hated to death."

Armando seemed to be back in the light. He didn't know where his strength came from, raised an arm that was so thin that it was not as thick as a branch, and took Nelson's wrist.

Such a simple action has become the last straw that crushes the camel. The dry bark-like skin cracks along the texture of the muscles, exposing the shell under the skin. The muscles that hang weakly on the bones are already rotten. It’s not that much. Without a trace of water, it is as dry as a coral stone on the bottom of the sea. The faint green light is also shining in the gaps of the muscles, and the blood vessels passing through it are clearly visible. It is hard to be called the dark green liquid of blood. Flowing slowly in it, laboriously squeezing the last life in Armando's body.

Nelson, who had witnessed this tragic situation up close, almost vomited, but he quickly suppressed the nausea, and did not shake Armando's hand. He could not feel anything from this shriveled hand. Malice and madness, only felt the last touch of nostalgia for the world by a dying old man.

"Don't you need me to give the portrait to Dumbledore?" Nelson shook his head and asked softly.

"It looks like you think it's impossible for Barry to forgive me, not to mention... If my actions are made public, then Hogwarts' face will be lost," Armando shook his head, his neck His skin also cracked, "At that time, if you can put me in a storage room in Hogwarts to accompany him, it will be the best ending for me."

"I will tell them the truth."

Armando let out a relaxed sigh from his chest, as if some unbearable burden had finally fallen to the ground.

"Perhaps in the eyes of all of you, I am an incompetent grandfather."

"Maybe only Barry can judge this matter," Nelson said softly. Armando had no expression on his face, but Nelson could also feel his wry smile. "But you were at least a competent principal before."

"I am not. I am too strict with you. I have formulated too many strict school regulations, and even let the administrators punish students physically, even though Ogg, a good old man, has never done this before."

"When Barry was a kid, he was a good kid like you, but he was different from most wizard kids. He always carried us behind his back and sneaked into Muggle kids’ school to play football with them, you know? ? It's the kind of game that kicks an inflatable leather walking ball with your foot."

Armando’s thinking is a bit vague, and he didn’t even realize that Nelson, who gave him the desperate matchup, was no longer a child. His face was shining with the happiness of memories, and those faint blushes were even enough to penetrate into his bones. "His idol is Daris Devente, and his dream is to become a therapist like her, so that everyone can be free from disease...because his mother left him when he was born. The root cause of the disease, so I have never had the opportunity to watch him play football."

Nelson's heart was somewhat depressed. He stretched out his other hand and placed it on the back of the old man's. The fire in Armando's eyes seemed to be extinguished at any time, but he seemed to want to finish the story.

"Even though his mother was a little sick and couldn't go out, our family was considered a wizarding family that everyone envied. I just became the headmaster of Hogwarts, when he was in the limelight, and my son was in As an Auror at the Ministry of Magic, he can be regarded as a young talent, and Barry is also a cute and well-behaved child. If only he could get rid of the bad habit of kicking the ball on the back of guests."

"I've never seen him play football, I don't know he has this kind of talent."

Nelson responded to the topic of Armando, holding a small black ball with a sacred symbol in his hand, hesitating to call Barry.

"He shouldn't be able to play football in his life...it's my fault. I shouldn't blame a child for all of this." Armando rolled his shriveled eyes, and Nelson couldn't judge the ability of such eyes. Can't see things, "Is the one in your hand a tool for contacting Newmondgard?"

"Have you seen it?" Nelson blurted out.

"Yes, sorry, I have tortured some of your friends, those of Grindelwald, who have seen something similar, do you want to contact Barry? Why... forget it, I don’t want him to see this ugly Grandpa."

Nelson fiddled with the ball twice, leaned forward, and slid it into Armando’s other hand. The hand was lying weakly on the ground, unable to hold the wand that followed him for life. Rolled from the straight wood into the dirty water.

"I'll leave it to you. If you want to see Barry, click on it."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Armando's eyes, and was soon covered by loneliness. He curled up his fingers and held the small ball, but did not press it down.

"Is this invented by you?" After receiving a positive answer from Nelson, Armando sighed, showing a headmaster's comfort when he saw an outstanding student, "It would be great if there was such a thing, if it existed for a long time. , Those children will not be involved in danger."

"Are you talking about Barry?"

"Yeah, would you like to hear the story of me, an old man who has done all his evil things, will be old? Hehe...Anyway, you have heard so much, and I have no one to tell." Armando continued to himself. Said, "Barry was not worrying when he was a child. He always sneaked out of the house to play football. In order to show his mother his skills, Barry even wanted his father to accompany him to perform at home with me."

Nelson couldn't help but think of Armando's stern face and shorts galloping like a referee on the green field.

"In order to achieve his wish, this old bone of mine even learned the rules, and was hit by a ball on the grass every day," Armando laughed laboriously. "Later, the day before the exhibition game, Barry proposed Go and find those little friends. You may not know that a football team needs eleven people!"

"It's so much." Nelson continued to follow Armando's words. If he has skin on his face at the moment, it must be the last flush.

"Yes, but he went here and didn't come back the next morning."

Nelson's heart tightened.

"Yeah, what does a child know? He proudly told his friends his identity as a wizard, showing them the ridiculously simple magic that made a mouse turn yellow or something." Armando said in a tone. There was some serious killing, "It was a **** Muggle church school. When Barry's father found him, he was hung on the cross, receiving the **** purification and the **** baptism!"

Nelson remembered that Father Crowder had told them about the bombing of the Scottish church many years ago. He could already imagine what Barry had suffered, because the green magic on Armando swelled sharply, bursting out even more than at the beginning. The powerful aura quickly died down because his oil ran out and the lamp dried up. This excitement accelerated his death again, and his body twisted loosely like a shaking building block.

"An Auror who killed an entire church and blasted a street into a pit. Do you know what it means?" Armando's tone was a little crying, "He took the child back. When I got home, I used a magic wand to end myself in front of me. Barry's mother saw this scene with her own eyes. The day before the performance to his mother, he became a child without a father and mother."

"..."

"This is why I am so strict with him, and even so severe with you... Now that I think about it, I shouldn't blame this on a child, showing off to friends how normal nature is." Armando wanted to cry, but The dried-up body has lost the slightest amount of water, "I am immersed in the majesty of the principal, in the reputation and authority, but I don’t know that for Barry, I am just the only relative he can rely on. Indeed, I have He was forced to become a silent one."

"Sorry, Professor."

Nelson lowered his head, Armando's body had begun to crumble and scatter like sand, and most of the bones of his body were placed in front of him desolately.

"I've got too much filth, boy, I didn't remember who I was until I was about to die," Armando's voice suddenly rose, and his withered hands hurt his arms. "Close my eyes. , Boy, I hope it is clean."

"What eyes?!"

Nelson's heart was suddenly startled.

"There used to be a group of people, for various reasons, to get together to explore the essence of magic... Some people think that magic grows from hatred, some people think that magic comes from love, some people think that magic is a kind of power, and some people think that magic is a kind of power. Some people think that magic reveals the essence of life, and some people think that magic is an irresistible destiny...They all have ghosts, fighting each other, and want to recognize its essence in order to save their biggest regrets in life. "," Armando's chest was violently undulating, and the irritating cough was endless, his facial muscles exposed in the air became red, and he said hoarsely, "They hate each other but have to communicate with each other, in order to make up for regrets. But I don’t care that it may bring greater regrets to more people, and I’m one of them—I think magic is a curse! Nelson Williams, your former principal made so many rules to control you , But secretly, he is studying the most rebellious taboo subject. He may be the most evil person in the world!"

Armando's body shattered like a sculpture that had been weathered for many years. The shriveled muscles fell off the bones, and the bones exposed to the air turned into fine sand and evaporated in the air.

"This is a kind of magic that we have researched, which can leave a person's magic power after death. Maybe Rose is right. Magic power comes from emotion... Child, I hope my eyes can be clean in the end. "The skeleton-like Armando didn't know where to rely on which organ to make a sound, "I also want to save my regrets, but perhaps for Barry, I am the biggest regret in his life."

The last two lines of tears were squeezed out of Armando's completely dehydrated eyes, only a few centimeters flowed, and they dried up helplessly.

The strength on Nelson's wrist suddenly loosened, he lowered his head, and a white sand was scattered on the back of his hand, which quickly dissipated in the wind.

Only the magic wand lying in muddy water and two amber gems remained in the world by Armando.

And the small black ball that was rolling in the mud that was not pressed until the end.

He raised his head and looked at the sky where the drizzle began to fall. The clear rain hit his face and wet his hair, washing away the dirt on his body like a trickle.

"Love can be twisted like this"

He let the raindrops hit his cheeks, whispering softly, until the cold touch quickly disappeared.

"The rain stopped."

Nelson raised his head, the raindrops no longer fell, but the pattering voice still lingered in his ears.

"What do you think?"

Tom’s leisurely voice came from not far away. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Nelson turned his head and saw Tom holding a black umbrella and raising his chin at him. He stepped on muddy water and walked to Nelson’s side, chin On the left side, there is a brand new scar with deep bones visible.

Noting the magic wand in the water, Tom bent down, held the umbrella in one hand for the two of them, picked up the magic wand in the other, waved it to remove the stains, and raised it to the front with a sorrowful expression.

"In the second grade," Tom said softly, "Professor Dipeter once wrote me a letter of recommendation. He encouraged me to study hard and strive to stay in school and be a good teacher."

"..."

"What just happened? Did he say something?"

"Have me a hand," Nelson held out his hand. "Sitting for too long, my **** is a little numb."

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