My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Why do you dare to appear here?"

The boy whose throat was strangled yelled angrily, attracting the attention of everyone present, but no one came to stop him. They understood the resentment in the boy's heart and saw the self-blame on Nelson's face.

He loosened the boy's collar, helped him fasten the torn button, and said softly: "I also blame myself, but I dare to face all the bitter fruits that I have brought."

"What's the use? I don't have a mother anymore!"

The boy's bitter cry penetrated Nelson's tympanic membrane and echoed in his heart. He did not refute, did not make a useless apology, and did not say any nonsense like chicken soup, just stared at the boy's eyes until he calmed down.

Dumbledore on the side saw this scene, his eyes flashed unbearable, Nelson's figure gradually overlapped with the appearance of Gellert Grindelwald in his memory, whether it was the posture of facing the hatred or they did it. What I think is right, but I can hardly avoid the steps forward to the unknown and unpredictable.

But he was like Dumbledore again, like a helpless, self-righteous teacher.

"Your mother did die because of me, but it is not me who needs you at this moment, but her." He looked at the corner of the three vacated by the tomb, not even noticing that he was so much like he was in Newmontgard. Grindelwald in the cemetery, "When you grow up, I welcome you to come to me for revenge, but before that, I think you should be her expected son."

The rain suddenly became heavy, and a wall that was difficult to break through was erected between the boy and Nelson. The boy lowered his head, clenched his fists, turned his head and rushed into the rain.

…

"Amen."

The rain stopped.

Following Robert, who got up, uttered the last eulogy, and as Isabel’s three children shed the last tear, as the last shovel was filled in the pit, Isabel took her full of sins and was defined by love. Completely bid farewell to this world in his whole life.

Even if the backfilled soil is not as tight as before, and even if there is something underneath it, the final tomb has only a negligibly small radian, so flat that tombstones can be placed directly on it.

Isabel left too few things, so little that she had no personal belongings at all except a few jewelry and magic wands she took away when she eloped. She also left too many things, as many as in the hut on the top of the mountain. There are traces of her on a household object—how did a once gifted witch learn to sew in the process of being pierced with her finger again and again, how does a pair of hands that have only touched a wand from childhood to large Kitchen utensils, and broom and mop get close.

At the end of the simple ceremony, Dumbledore shook his head and slowly walked towards the crying family of four. He bowed slightly towards Isabel’s grave and took out a green round gem from his pocket. A white handkerchief was cushioned and placed gently on the mound.

"What's this? Professor."

McGonagall raised his head and asked. Dumbledore shook his head and did not speak, but patted the student's shoulder lightly. However, Nelson who noticed this scene narrowed his eyes. After Isabel chose to destroy himself, Nelson was because of the drama. It is difficult for the poisonous obstruction to get close to the center of the village. This may be the eyes she condensed after obtaining the magic of the group of people in Armando’s mouth, but who obtained it and how it came to Dumbledore. Hands.

Now that Dumbledore got an "eye", he should have an understanding of this series of things, and Nelson had no need to conceal it. When Dumbledore returned to his original position, he immediately greeted him. Asked in a low voice, "Professor, do you know what that thing is?"

"Sure enough, you have seen the same thing," Dumbledore stunned, and replied, "Gellert gave it to me. It was the afternoon we got together in Ephraim. I think you should understand that it means. what."

Nelson recalled the scene he had observed from Dr. Sykes’s memory. His pupils shrank. At the end of the party, a man in the dust was late, and he was full of prophecies and other wits. Now it seems that that It is Grindelwald without a doubt.

"It reveals the essence of magic, doesn't it?" Dumbledore exclaimed, "I have never seen such a magic. With the help of previous principals and Professor Slytherin, I tried to analyze it. It is difficult. The project, especially when we face unknown affairs... Who can think that magic, life, soul and even memory can be integrated into emotion? Fortunately, there happens to be a useful item in my office Magic props."

"Pedestrian basin?"

"Yes, you always say that," Dumbledore nodded and said with a complicated expression. "I felt her relief and despair in that eye, but the deeper hatred. I was in love with Isabel. Hogwarts got along for a short time. At that time, I had just been teaching, but she was about to graduate. My impression of this girl was only smart and active. She was like a much enlightened Minerva, not so meticulous. But being smart is the same."

"Can you tell me something?"

Nelson was full of curiosity about this seemingly ordinary but crazy woman.

"I can tell you not as much as you know," Dumbledore sighed, and then said, "Many people say that she will have a bright future, but since graduating from Hogwarts, we have very few I heard the news about her, you know, Professor Slughorn is a person who likes to contact and sniff friends. This is not a good habit, but it is also useful sometimes, but wherever his classmates, alumni, and even I have been able to see that person in the slug club, but even if he is so good at camping, he can’t find any information about Isabel. I didn’t expect such an ordinary person. The place became her extraordinary burial ground."

"It's really embarrassing."

"With the help of the principals, I spied everything in my eyes, and you have also seen her. Her love for Mr. McGonagall and the children is so strong, so dazzling, and so moving, but I only feel her Endless resentment towards this world," Dumbledore sighed, "I don't understand. I always thought the world is good and worthy of our maintenance, but it can still push a loving person into the abyss."

"So we need to change it," Nelson put his hand in his pocket, holding a small silver ball tightly. "It may not be too bad, but it's getting worse with the naked eye."

"But what's the difference?" Dumbledore asked, spreading his hands. "Everyone knows it's not good enough, but do you know where it's not good enough? Maybe everyone has a plan to make it better. But are their results really good? I know you are not as gentle as you are, and you are full of prejudice against this world, but it is not to blame you, it has not treated you gently, Gnar... I know you There are many magnificent plans. I know that you can even make achievements that Gellert and I may not be able to achieve in my entire life in just a few years after leaving school. I even know that you are developing a kind of storage magic that can make Muggles and wizards have the same technology that can even be put into use, but I would like to ask you to think carefully, are you ready to make the world change, and is the world ready to welcome your change?"

Before Nelson could answer, Dumbledore continued to ask questions like a gust of wind and rain: "You have been by Gellert's side for too long. Perhaps you think your wisdom is sufficient to withstand all influences, but haven't you found out? You? I have become accustomed to using violence to solve problems. I admit that the vast majority of wizards in the world can no longer prevent you from doing what you want to do. In this regard, you are better than Gellert and I back then, but even you are the world. Invincible, but imposing self-righteous changes on others, what is the difference from Isabel who creates terror? If you don't consider the real contradiction, it is just a stagnant dream."

"Professor," Tom, who had been sitting next to him, suddenly spoke, saying what he said many years ago in the Troka pub in the suburbs of London, but time has passed. Earth-shaking changes, "Gnar, is a prophet."

"I can't refute this. The Prophet can indeed see much more than us," Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, "But I think, Nelson likes it more than chasing an illusory future. It should be Seek answers to history. Of course, I admit that even though I have added some knowledge in the past few years, my understanding of history is still below you. I think you should know this truth better than me. How do you say that sentence? Now? The dynasty is short-lived, but the kingship is eternal."

"But the kingship no longer exists."

"That's not kingship, only truth is eternal," Dumbledore said with an ugly smile, "sadly, none of us grasped the truth."

"..."

Nelson's expression kept changing, and the hand holding the small silver ball kept loosening and clenching again.

"Squeeze what's in your pocket, that's a great invention," Dumbledore blinked, like Nelson did in the first transformation class at Hogwarts, temptingly. "There are many reasons for this tragedy. Perhaps the biggest source is the contradiction between Muggles and wizards, in the secrecy law... Have you ever considered that if all conditions remain the same, and Mr. McGonagall is a wizard, a, uh... a Protestant wizard, what will the end of the story be? Has it changed?"

"Maybe, or maybe not," Nelson thought for a moment, as he answered the question in the first class, earnestly said, "Contradictions are everywhere, even if they avoid wizards’ fear and prejudice against Muggles, as well as blood, A series of contradictions such as status, wealth, etc. are emerging on the new story line. Maybe the final ending still has a tragic core, but this is just my guess. The future is chaotic, and they may live happily. Maybe his life."

"Look, even you admit that when a certain point in the past is changed, the future will become chaotic again." Dumbledore blinked and said softly, "History is unbreakable but also fragile. You must be careful. ."

Nelson knew what Dumbledore was referring to, and he held his chin, lost in thought.

Next to the tomb, the McGonagall family of four were saying their final farewells. Nelson opened his mouth, suddenly raised his head, and said to Dumbledore: "Professor, do you...know something from the future?"

"We should continue the topic just now, what if you didn't pierce Isabel's business?" Dumbledore did not answer him, and continued to ask, "Will the lie eventually become true?"

Nelson wanted to say no, because apart from McGonagall, there would be no tragedy in her family in the end, but in the face of Dumbledore’s problem, he found in his thoughts that even if he had the foresight to see through the future, it was as simple as that. But he couldn't answer complicated questions.

"Why don't you ask the person's opinion?" Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder. "Look, Mr. McGonagall is coming towards you."

Nelson quickly stood up, patted the dirt on his hips, and greeted him.

"Mr. McGonagall, I'm sorry."

"I've already said that right is right, and wrong is wrong," Robert waved his hand, his self-blame was worse than Nelson's guilt, "It was my ignorance that made it all, Isabel... she did it. If Minerva didn’t come here, the person who discovered her crime might become your policeman. Isn’t it called Eero?"

"It's Auror, Mr. McGonagall," Nelson said, considering his words. "You are right. The Ministry of Magic has noticed Mrs. McGonagall's... behavior, and it will definitely provoke Auror."

"So this is the inevitable outcome. Instead of putting a lie or a disaster in the ruins of our family's happy life, let us face all this calmly."

"Mr. McGonagall, if you are a wizard," Nelson put his hand in his pocket, held the small silver ball, and clenched his fist. "I mean, if you have a chance to become a wizard. , Would you be happy to be able to perform magic like a wizard?"

"Oh... I sometimes wonder, if I were a wizard, would the story between me and Isabel take a turn for the better?" Robert looked at the cross above his head with a melancholy expression and sighed, "But reality will not be because of this. Change, if God really gives me a chance to come back, I think I will cherish her even more and prevent her from facing so much despair alone, but the wizard’s wand may not be what I really need—we really It doesn’t care about each other in the “if”, does it?”

Nelson’s heart is mixed. Since he developed alchemy items that can be used by Muggles, he has never heard rejection from anyone. He took it for granted that no one would resist the charm of magic, and no one would be willing to accept it. "Ordinary", as long as everyone grasps magic power simply and rudely, the gap caused by magic will easily disappear.

But now, Robert rejected him.

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