My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Crunchy——"

The swollen corner of the decayed wooden door rubbed against the door frame, and the rusty door shafts rubbed against each other, making a horrible noise. It closed inward, then opened over the door frame, and then hit the chair behind the door to the street again. Sway in the direction.

　　 "Young people are really anxious."

Grindelwald was sitting in front of the bar in the pub, hooked his fingers, and the wooden door that was flickering and flickering with Nelson who was anxious to leave squeezed shut. It was a pity that the wooden door fell into disrepair for a long time, and part of it had been deformed due to long-term dampness. He couldn't get stuck in the door frame tightly, which made Grindelwald, who pursued perfection, frowned and simply stopped looking at it.

　　 "If it was the previous you, maybe I would try to make the door into a regular square."

　　 Dumbledore stood at the door, leaning on the bar, looking at the closed door, as if he wanted to observe the empty street outside the door through it.

"What's the point of that, Albus?" Grindelwald shrugged, stretched his arms and took another glass, filled it with turbid liquor, and flew slowly towards Dumbledore. "All these years , I understand a truth, everything is different, not eternal There is no guarantee that in this marinated environment, it will not expand again because it is soaked in water, even if I use permanent magic, what about it? There are so many doors in the world, should I be like Nelson Don’t wear a wrench around your waist every day, do you see one fix one?"

"You're right." The wine glass in the sky kept hitting Dumbledore's skull, which made him feel tired and had to reach out and take it off and put it on the table casually. "So more often your thoughts don’t Not suitable for most people, is it?"

"Look at you, you are reasoning to me like a teacher again," Grindelwald held up the cup on the table, raised his head and drank it. The half-melted ice slid into his throat without chewing. , The cold touch rippling from his chest to his limbs, he shivered comfortably, wiped the mouth of the glass with his hand, and it was filled with turbid wine again, "I'm talking about the door, you're talking about people, people Can it be the same as the door? The door can be repaired if it is broken, or even a new one can be bought, but what about people?"

　　 "How can people be bad?"

Dumbledore gave a smile, took the cup on the table, and drank it. He did not swallow the ice, but chewed it in his mouth. For a while, it was very similar to the crunch of a door shaft. The sound reverberated in the tavern again, becoming the only bottom noise in the silence of the two of them. Grindelwald leaned on the table with his cheeks. There seemed to be drunkenness in the eyes of different colors, and there seemed to be some complicated mood flickering.

After a while, when the chewing sound of the ice cubes subsided, he straightened up and shook the wine glass. The purple fire burned into various strange shapes at the mouth of the glass like a docile pet, but the wine glass was still cold, even A thin layer of frost formed on the wall.

　　 "Do you know what he did?"

　　 "I don't know and don't care."

　　 "It's really sad," Grindelwald squeezed his eyes pretentiously, "As the principal, I don't care about my students, so I have to be an outsider to care about."

"You know yourself." Dumbledore stared at the torch-like cup in Grindelwald's hand, and said softly, "I thought it would be the limit for fire to change from red to blue. I didn't expect its temperature to be even higher. ."

"I have to say that Muggle research still has some value," Grindelwald played with the flames. "Nelson left me with a few books written by Muggles before. I really can’t understand things like gears and sliders. , But some things are good and can be traded for gold in the garbage dump."

　　 "As long as there is something is valuable."

　　 "Yes," Grindelwald smiled, "So I am very good at waste utilization."

"Nelson... the Horcrux that Nelson said is in your hands," Dumbledore heard the subtext in Grindelwald's words, "that kind of sinful soul is no different from a junkyard, but you can still Go for the gold you think from it."

　　 "You actually believe the kind of rhetoric he said." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. Although he did not agree with Nelson's excuse, he did not deny Dumbledore's accusation.

"I believe everything the Hogwarts kid said." Dumbledore lowered his head and played with his wand. "Whether that is true or not, as long as I want to believe him, he will always tell me the truth, just or Sooner or later."

"I can tell you what he was doing," Grindelwald suddenly turned back to the topic at the beginning. "Your ex is preparing his murder plan again. This time he is focusing on the little boy Nelson brought from the United States to the United Kingdom. Girl, you should understand his temperament and be indifferent to anything, but as long as you hurt the person he cares about, then—"

　　 Grindelwald shrugged, and Dumbledore experienced the plot himself.

"My predecessor?" Dumbledore pointed to his nose. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. "You mean Professor Dipeter, although his story is embarrassing, but his thoughts difficult to realize."

"His grandson is with me. You should have seen that child. He is almost the opposite of Dippet. He is a man who likes to break the rules and write everything on his face." Grindelwald shook his head. In the category, silent people like Aurelius Dumbledore are more from the oppression of unfortunate fate. He has gotten better recently. I see new colors in his fate. For those who have a home, The injustice of fate can only be regarded as an insignificant episode, but this fate is equally unfair to him, and his destiny has come too late, and he has fallen too much toward decay."

Hearing Credence’s real name, Dumbledore’s eyes showed a trace of regret. He shook his head, picked up the refilled glass, and drank it. Finally, he wiped his mouth and sighed, “It’s love. , Love can make him go further."

　　 "That kind of thing is too elusive," Grindelwald raised his mouth, "Can you use love to perform magic?"

　　 I thought that Dumbledore had nothing to say, but his reaction was beyond Grindelwald's expectation. He nodded and said, "I will. Its power is stronger than you think."

"Yes?"

"Yes, some of what you did is contrary to love," Dumbledore slowly filled the glass with his wand. "So you will face resistance from it, and the followers you confuse with a powerful future are now Leave you one by one, Queenie, Aurelius... There are many people who know what is right, and there will be only fanatics around you. At that time, you will be overwhelmed. The cause surrounded by fools is just a mirage, Gellert, you who call yourself wise, can’t fail to understand this truth.”

"It's true," Grindelwald shrugged. "Perhaps you don't know, we haven't done what a villain should do for a long time. The current purpose of Newmontgard is to make wizards live a better life. ."

"I like that magical sewing suit very much. To tell you the truth, the holes in the wool socks I am wearing now are filled with it. It hasn't been broken for three months." Dumbledore kicked the stool and wiped it with his cuffs. Own magic wand, "I admit it will make this world better, but does it have anything to do with you?"

"is it OK?"

"A young man who didn’t catch your eyes at the beginning took just three years to turn the fortress you worked so hard to build into icing, and the atmosphere like a pressure cooker became alive. Why? In your history, those Ministry officials didn’t choose to wipe out this criminal’s den, but even threw an olive branch? Do you think that power deterred them? For resource owners, power cannot be dispelled. Their determination to clean up the enemy-those who may become criminals and thugs have changed, and they have found a place that suits them in a new type of industry. In the final analysis, if you have a good life, who wants to fall into the trap?"

　　 "So you should thank me."

"Why do you want to thank you?" Dumbledore asked back. "After stripping off this new coat, has anything changed? Those who are still by your side are already at the end of the road. I have seen Newmont Gard. A magnificent magic factory, I have seen its spitting steam and goods that are being transported all the time. It has changed the times, but does it belong to that shell? It is just a hermit crab, when it becomes bigger , It will choose a more suitable hotbed. I think this is the change we should encourage, rather than simply tearing it down, and building a palace on the ruins that is exactly the same as before but with a new door."

　　 "You know a lot." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I have been paying attention to you, Gellert, and I am also learning the new knowledge that makes me overwhelmed like a freshman. Before that, I have always" Dumbledore sighed, "We used to want People who change the times, so when facing changes, I will be even more nervous. I look forward to what he can do in the future, and I have even seen it."

"I have seen it." Grindelwald knew that he was referring to the best-selling sewing kit, and perhaps something else. His face showed a daze in the face of change, as Dumbledore said, when Newmont Gad's products are sold all over the world. When he grabbed the unimaginable wealth and power in a hundred times easier than before, the changemaker was a little lost in the face of faster and more violent changes, but his eyes were of different colors. Zhongna's perseverance has not changed. For the Prophet, these are just small episodes in the established future.

"Since you have been paying attention so much, then you must have noticed that too." Grindelwald didn't want to continue the topic, but rather bluntly turned the topic back to what he wanted to say at the beginning, "You noticed it. Is that one second."

Grindelwald held the cup in front of him, and the rising flames concealed his face in the lush purple. When he said this, Dumbledore's movements obviously froze. After a few seconds, he was Slowly he said, "I don't have one."

"It looks like you know what I'm talking about." Grindelwald put down the cup, with a tacit smile on his face as he did decades ago, "Your time has also moved back for a second. Obviously, this is right. It comes from our "change boy"."

　　 "This nickname is really ugly," Dumbledore said nonchalantly, "reminds me of his other nickname, the Nordic Kid."

"You must have noticed it." Grindelwald swiped around the mouth of the cup with his hand. Whenever his fingers passed through, those fierce fires that seemed like a life-killing evil spirit to others would hide like a taboo emperor. On the one hand, from the beginning to the end, his fingers felt the burning sensation of recognition, "Otherwise you won't be here. It's really not easy. I thought that the taboo subject of the essence of magic is hard enough. I didn't expect there to be more. It’s difficult—it’s so incredible that it’s not included in the list of taboo subjects."

"Oh, that's the case," Dumbledore didn't take it seriously, and even seemed to be a little bit regretful. "I thought I could predict it suddenly, and I also thought, this will not be easy for some people to make up a science fiction story. Deceived."

"Haha, do you remember the story of the Muggle I flew into space and built a house in the sky with missiles?" Grindelwald remembered the imagination of the two when they were young, and laughed out loud, "I admit Compared to the aircraft and cannons that I actually saw, this illusion is still too advanced."

　　 "Impressed," Dumbledore blinked, "but it's not impossible."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the top of his head, "Fox told me a few days ago that there are always things flying to the sky from all over the world these days, and then never come down again. It is exactly the same as the house hanging in the sky as you said. The ideal is slowly slowing down. Slowly shine into our reality."

　　 "Is this an ideal? This is a delusion." Grindelwald shrugged. "There are often some meteorites falling to the ground, so it is excusable for something to fly up, isn't it?"

　　 "I hope so."

The conversation between the two fell into a weird tacit understanding. They both deliberately avoided certain topics, and knew each other well about the content of the avoidance, so they had to put guns and sticks in the chat, and they could quickly get through the reaction of the other party. Get the answers you want.

　　 "In fact, Newt gave me the blood oath many years ago."

　　 "I think you should always keep it in the cabinet, it is well protected."

"Now I wish I did this~www.readwn.com~It's not too late," Grindelwald stroked sharply and said softly, "From the standpoint of a souvenir, a pile of glass ballasts and a whole cup It makes no difference."

　　 "……"

　　 "By the way, changing the boy's things may make regrets no longer be regrets."

"It was obviously a big accident," Dumbledore took a sip of the cold liquid. "Even if it succeeds, it must be costly, not to mention that a pile of glass ballast is not a complete cup after all. "

　　 "What's more, how can a person who believes in the future say such things?"

　　 He took the cleaned wand back into his arms, and Grindelwald on the side also took the burning glass and drank it in one go.

The two persevering people did not convince each other, but it seemed that something had changed. They looked at each other and smiled, holding up the normal wine glasses with normal ice cubes and clinking them away. When they met next time, they didn’t know when it was. .

"I go first."

　　 "I check out."

　　 Familiar conversation, only Dumbledore was left in the tavern, and at the place before Grindelwald, a light green spherical gem was slowly turning at the bottom of the cup.

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