My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Shafiq, do you have anything else to say?"

Shafiq slumped to his knees in the center of the Wizengamot Hall, just like those who were judged when they received the bad news. His eyes were scattered, his hair was disheveled, and his star-studded robe became gray.

"no."

"I didn't expect you to confess your guilt so happily." Nobby Ritchie stood beside Dumbledore, working as a secretary, with stacks of thick files floating behind him, shocking.

"You don't know what I've been through... You don't understand..." After rushing into the hall, Shafik kept repeating this sentence, "You will also encounter It, it will tear you apart to the point where there are no bones left..."

"Did you see the ghost in the hallway?" Richie sneered disdainfully, drew another note on the file in his hand, threw it into the thick stack of documents behind him, and took out a new one, this work. It has been going on for a long time, so long that in the dark underground where the sense of time is lost, he also feels hungry and extremely sleepy. He beat his spirits and said solemnly, "Are you pretending to be crazy and selling stupid? Die this heart. , your crimes are enough that you will be dug up and whipped even if you die!"

Do you still want to play the knight of the Law Enforcement Division in front of Dumbledore, Nobby? You have become what I expected, do you still think you can fool your former teacher?

Shafik raised his head blankly, his empty eyes frightened Rich, as if he was facing someone who had been kissed by a dementor, Shafik didn't even have the strength to say these words, he just thought about it in his heart. Laughing at Richie, who thought he had a bright future after he got rid of the bondage, after going through everything just now, he has lost the slightest interest in everything in this dark room.

Even now, Shafik doesn't think he's wrong, he's just afraid of the man's power, when he locks himself in an endless loop, waiting for him to make a choice that meets his expectations. God... no! Devil's power.

"Actually, we all know that you are not an unpardonable criminal."

Dumbledore bent down, approached Shafik's ear, and whispered, noticing that the wizards who were talking between the two chiefs turned their heads, only some wizards in the corner were still staring intently here.

"I didn't expect you to understand, Albus," Shafik's eyes glowed with some brilliance again, but quickly dimmed, "No, you won't understand, our world is built in a crumbling sandcastle In the past, termites had already devoured the foundation and became one of the majority, which would prevent the sandcastle from collapsing."

"I know, except for the first files, the content added later does not belong to you," Dumbledore said in a low voice, smiling, looking like a qualified "Wizengamore Youth Representative" who cared for the elderly , he paused, then got closer, "In order to prevent the sandcastle from collapsing, what we should do now is to eradicate all those worms, and then replace the foundation with a really suitable structure and material, otherwise it will also one day. collapsed, didn't it?"

"…"

Shafik lowered his head, shook his head with a wry smile, and did not respond to Dumbledore.

"I recognize your contribution to maintaining Wizengamore, and your guilt doesn't even count here because everyone does it."

Dumbledore said softly, he even put his hand on Shafik's shoulder, it looked like a teacher and student parting in a move, in fact, most of the people present also thought so - Wei Sengamo has been like this for an unknown number of years, and everyone is running for their own interests. As for the original intention of the establishment, what is the significance of the power at hand compared with Jialong?

Some of the old people who came with Shafik even wiped away tears for the embarrassment of the last era. They witnessed Shafik smiling and announcing Dumbledore as the youth representative of Wizengamore many years ago. , which almost declared that he would be the next successor, but no one would have thought that this handover would end in such a tragic way at such a time.

In the hearts of many people, although Shafik is old-fashioned and strict, to the wizarding world, he is an uncompromising and respected person. They simply do not realize the seriousness of his behavior. Deng Bu, who noticed this scene Lido sighed, Wizengamore really needs fresh blood.

"You all do that, it doesn't mean it's right. You are squeezing the future of British wizards, leaving the common people without a way out, the powerful and the powerful, and the lack of mobility between people. The rigid things will be corrupt, and the dead parts must be Cut off," Dumbledore's tone was a little fierce, but his voice was still controlled between the two, "Do you remember the first law when Wizengamore was established? The most basic constitution? I forgot too. , but a student of mine who likes history told me the answer, you know? In the next few hundred years, there are not a few new laws made by Wizengamore that are not contrary to the original intention! This is the same as the Middle Ages. What's the difference between being a master in your territory?"

"I've heard this," Shafiq pursed his lips, and the words that came out of his mouth were indistinct, requiring ears to be heard, "earlier, you and Gellert Green DeVore preached this idea, you call it the 'greater good', and I remember you betraying yourself and choosing to be his enemy, why are you trying to convince me now?"

"It's not his opinion, and it's not my prejudice," Dumbledore sighed. "The building will collapse, and delay will only make the collapse more terrible. I want to participate in the construction of the Knights Bus and Hogwarts. Express wizard, you can't fail to understand this."

Shafiq's eyes rekindled, and I have to say that these two epoch-making magical vehicles are indeed his proud achievements.

"I used to be like you," Shafik shook his head, "no, I'm not good enough for you, Albus, I used to be like Nobby, graduated from Ravenclaw, full of enthusiasm, and thought I could do a good job. As a major event, when I was a student, I often traveled during the holidays, and I saw the rapid development of Muggles. They have surpassed us in all fields except magic, so I said to my father, I want to let A wizard in England feels Muggle convenience, he thinks I'm crazy, but out of favor, that locomotive and that bus are quietly assembled at night when the Muggle factories shut down."

"I heard that you and Nelson are related," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. He didn't know that these two things were so closely related to Shafik. "Now that I think about it, this rumor may be true."

"He probably doesn't want to admit it." Shafik's eyes wandered, dodging the question, his recollections now and then mired in horrific encounters in the hallway, and in cycles of ego, his not stupid mind made him aware of a Shafik didn't dare to think about the even more terrifying possibility, and continued to recall, "Later, after graduating with full honors, I joined the Law Enforcement Division and was in the same department as Norby when he entered the Ministry of Magic. It was just me. Unlike him, I don't have to waste time in a cramped office, and I don't have to make any achievements, and I can rise step by step."

He raised his head, looked at Richie's still-young profile, and continued to lower his eyes, "I always thought that I would become the greatest wizard in a century. After I became the director of the Law Enforcement Department, my arbitrariness finally attracted To avoid the dissatisfaction of others, it was a young man who had just entered the department, a mixed race with no background. He yelled at me in the meeting, and then I realized that everything I got came from my surname, my first name It doesn't make any sense in front of the surname, and even the full honors that I got out of my graduation were stained by my father, who told me that his Muggle-born mother was the one who was pushed out by me, and I remember that girl, in In my impression, she is better than me. I thought she was already enjoying a better future. I didn't expect that she returned to her hometown, married a Muggle alcoholic who couldn't read one, and gave birth to a pregnant woman A boy born with resentment."

Dumbledore listened patiently to his story. Shafik's heart was not unbreakable. When he began to reminisce about the past, Dumbledore felt that he was getting closer and closer to what he wanted.

"What a brave man."

"He's a Gryffindor." Shafik sighed. "Although I know he's right, he's no longer in the Ministry, and no one likes a colleague or subordinate like that. ."

"What happened to him after that?"

"He..." Shafiq shook his head with a wry smile, "He defected with his mother, and fled to Nurmengard with detailed information about Si Li. It was the winter of 1926, and I didn't realize that he took him with him. In the information we have collected the detailed deployment map of the German Ministry of Magic. In order not to take responsibility, I even tried my best to cover up this serious accident. Grindelwald's defenses when he returns home to stand trial will be as naked as a naked man before the eyes of the saints."

Dumbledore squeezed his fist hard, and he suddenly felt sorry for what he had said, not to Shafik, but to the souls who died unjustly.

"You know what happened after that, Grindelwald escaped," Shafik said in a tone that could neither be guilt nor complacency, he had no emotions at all, "It was also from that time that I realized, I'm really just a moth with the surname Shafik, I didn't join them, I was born to be one of the majority, when my father came to me and asked me to figure out a way to get rid of the Shafik family stigma , keeping him and his Mudblood wife permanently in the fires of Bari, which is also a huge weakening of the French Ministry of Magic, is in our interest - these requests are exactly what I want, I'm afraid they will find out Grind The reason why Woo got out of trouble was on my head, so I moved my hands and feet in the order and delayed the reinforcements of the Ministry to the fire in Paris."

"Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet, I have always called you Justice Shafik." Dumbledore had given up the idea of ​​saving him. In his opinion, Shafik had written a letter on his forehead. Dead words, it is better to ask the name clearly, at least the injustice has the first debt and the owner.

"Don't you eat chocolate frogs?"

"I've never had much luck with trading cards like this."

"You keep calling me Shafik," Shafik sighed. "My name has no meaning outside of my family name."

"Indeed," Dumbledore murmured, and Shafik didn't listen to the criticism.

"The greatest achievements in my life are those two cars, and I chose you, Albus, don't go my old way." Shafik figured it out a lot, sighed, and didn't notice Dumbledore's treatment of him Disgusted by words and deeds, he said to himself, "I know what you want, but those things will soon be meaningless."

"Why?"

"It is clear that the termites that eat the dams need to be selected from nests," Shafiq's eyes burst with great fear, "In the endless cycle, I want to understand one thing, you take my memory away , you'll understand when you see it."

After that, strands of steam gushed out from his forehead, and floated in front of Dumbledore without being noticed by anyone.

"But if the dam is directly destroyed and then rebuilt, it will undoubtedly be the easiest, most efficient and most practical method for those who do not belong to the 'majority of people'," Shafiq's eyes kept showing the image The smiling face that looked extremely sincere under the blond hair, in his eyes now, was undoubtedly the smile of the devil, "There is nothing in the world that has no price, if there is none, it is only because of your stupidity that you did not notice it. Something was taken."

The memory condensed into a cloudy teardrop between him and Dumbledore. Dumbledore blinked. On the surface of the liquid, the words Shafik wanted to tell him flashed like a marquee, and his expression gradually changed. The ground went from dazed to nervous, and finally narrowed his eyes, his eyes became cold.

He let go of Shafiq and stood up with a thud.

Seeing Dumbledore stand up, Richie hurriedly approached, "Professor Dumbledore, these confessions require you to—"

"Today's Hogwarts final exam," Dumbledore waved his hand, "you can figure it out for yourself, you really can't wait for me to come back."

Richie opened his mouth, just about to tell the urgency of the situation, but Phoenix, who had been dozing on Dumbledore's shoulders, had already opened his eyes, and with a burst of flames, Dumbledore disappeared.

"Isn't this place... can't Apparate?"

Ricky dazedly twirled his wand, but it didn't do much other than make himself dizzy.

…

Dumbledore did not return to Hogwarts as he had said, but instead rushed to Diagon Alley without stopping.

On the edge of Diagon Alley, there were many workshops belonging to various families. He hadn't been here for a long time, and the situation in front of him was very different from what he remembered.

There are many standard buildings, only a workshop with the Malfoy family crest in the corner remains.

His figure flashed, and he appeared beside the workshop. An elderly craftsman carefully hugged the cardboard box and was kicked out by a fierce-faced wizard. The moment he stumbled out of the door, there was a sound of "Boom", a distinctive little boy. The building collapsed in the smoke.

"Go away! Don't really think that the gentlemen will give you such a waste as the announcement says! Go away, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com go out with your unprofitable **** craftsmanship. Go to your country kennel!" He shoved the old man and shouted, "I heard that there is a master in Nurmengard who likes to raise you guys who can perform talents. You can sell your poor belongings and go. Try your luck there, maybe you can meet an adult who likes to keep dogs!"

After that, he laughed loudly, without concealing his malice at all, and without stopping at all, he ran to the most prosperous and most intoxicated street in Diagon Alley.

The old craftsman turned his head blankly, looking at the ruins covered in smoke and dust, a line of turbid tears slowly dripping from his wrinkled cheeks.

Dumbledore followed his gaze, and the buildings that were exactly the same except for the emblem above their heads were different like a forest of steel, like a circle of steel walls, which made him breathless.

"Are you late?"

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