My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is this the change you brought to the world?"

Dumbledore was pacing the crowded streets, wearing an ordinary coat, he was inconspicuous in the crowd, like an ordinary, solitary tourist, walking with those who were like him. Together, holding a crepe that was just bought in the small booth in the front hall of the French Pavilion, let the plump jam drip on the back of the hand, the sweet aroma voluntarily evaporates in the air, and the air from the world The smells from all over the place are mixed together to form a complex picture that is invisible to the eye.

Among them, there is a cool, minty fragrance that is the most unique. Dumbledore took a few sips and made up his mind that it is best to find somewhere to sell it these days.

He did not choose to take a car. In his opinion, sometimes it is a good thing to be slower, especially at this time, he can see the traces he has touched when he traveled the world in front of every building. , Passing tourists just thought he was strange and couldn't understand why this man with a small sweet tooth kept staring at other people's outer walls.

"Dude, you have to go in and see what's inside is interesting."

A passing man patted him on the shoulder and said loudly in French. Dumbledore turned his head and saw that the man was almost wrapped in a dazzling array of shopping bags, and he could only see a big beard from the gap between the bags. After a while, the foreign language turned around in his mind before realizing what the man was saying. Dumbledore smiled and nodded at him, and walked into the venue in front of him.

This is the Hungarian pavilion. As soon as he entered the door, Dumbledore was surrounded by all kinds of lace. These specialties from Hungary were hung in every corner of the room like Christmas decoration ribbons. The venue was empty. , except for the big guy in the end, there are no tourists. Although Hungary is not well-known in the magical world except for the wasp, a dragon, it is not like this.

Dumbledore raised his head, pushed aside the lace in front of him, and looked at the big guy who was rightly placed in the center of the hall - a specimen of a Hungarian wasp, which was spreading its wings and minions, posing a fighting posture, The amber dragon's eye glared majestically ahead, but there was nothing there, it seemed to have been defeated at the most valiant moment of its life, and then became a work of art for all to see.

Dumbledore sighed, this dragon brought back too many memories in him, his eyes were down along the black scales of the giant dragon, and beside its curled feet, a tourist about the size of a fingernail was standing. With his back to him, admiring the heroic appearance of the giant dragon, this is the only visitor other than him in the Hungarian Pavilion, and there are not even staff.

Dumbledore understood the reason for the emptiness here, and he walked past the vine-like lace like walking through the jungle, approaching the tall and straight figure.

"Grindelwald."

Dumbledore's tone of greeting was a little stiff.

"Oh? You're here?" Grindelwald realized the identity of the visitor just by hearing the voice. He turned around and saw Dumbledore walking towards him, showing a long-lost smile. He patted the giant The dragon's scales felt the hard and cold touch of iron and stone, and said, "I remember that the dragon we caught together was as big as two... Oh, by the way, did you finally research something? It's been too long. , I don't even remember."

"Don't you read magazines?" Dumbledore approached Grindelwald, stood opposite him, and said seriously, "With the help of Mr. Nicole Lemay, I found the twelfth use of dragon blood. , he even put my name in the first place in the "Alchemy Today" paper, even compared to his workload, I did nothing."

"For someone like him, things like fame have long been meaningless."

"So what about you? Does it make sense to you?" Dumbledore spread his hand, his wand was clenched in his palm, "What exactly did you set up such a grand event for? To recreate your pioneering work that burned Paris more than ten years ago. ?"

"Then you really think highly of me, Albus," Grindelwald shrugged with a smile, spreading his hand too, only half a yellowish crepe in his palm, as if he was in the same house as Dumbledore Store-bought, "All of this was conceived by Nelson Weltning, who wanted to push the world forward, so good things, I had to go with the flow, you can come to Nurmengard to sit when you are free. Sit, and you'll know then, I'm an accommodating person who pays attention to everyone's advice."

Dumbledore shook his head. No one knew Grindelwald's paranoia and firmness better than him. For what he believed in, even if a hundred dragons like this were tied together, it would be difficult to pull Grindelwald back. What's more, not long ago, Aberforth also detected such important information, Dumbledore didn't say more, but changed the subject: "So do you know what he wants to do?"

"Oh... what does he want to do? This is a good question, but more importantly, what can we do." Grindelwald patted the other fingernail beside him, and invited Dumbledore to come and sit here, and said easily, " It's a good thing, isn't it? We finally don't have to pick up candy in our poor days, and if Nelson was born decades earlier, maybe I could ride a broom made in England when I was young and not have to worry all the time My rickety old car would throw me out of the sky—though it did in the end."

Dumbledore walked to Grindelwald and sat beside him, listening to him recalling the running accounts of those ignorant times, and wanted to try to find out some troubles, but he quickly fell into a similar imagination, and time seemed to solidified.

The minty aroma intensified, and Dumbledore was more awake, gripping his wand even harder.

Because the wasp's body is too large, the Hungarian pavilion did not cap, but opened a skylight on the basis of their traditional vault, which is enough for the thorns on the wasp to stick out. The whole building is built on it. , Those low-rise or high-rise shops can see its Kongwu attitude from any angle. At this moment, the clouds above the head are thin, and the sun shines in, coating its hideous attitude with a layer of medal-like brilliance.

Grindelwald was enveloped by the sudden skylight, and he raised his head with a surprised expression.

…

"I thought that the venom of the Winged Demon was unsolvable, as Newt said, until Professor Sykes told me by example what it means to specialize in surgery."

"Are you sure that the fresh spirit you made can dissolve the residual poison for so many years?" Tom unscrewed the bottle cap in his hand and took a sniff, "Why don't you give it to passersby as a perfume sample, I'm sure it will be welcomed. ."

"Since Newt can, so can I," Nelson took his hat from his bag and held it in his arms. "I don't have thunderbirds to make clouds and rain, but the sky isn't the prerogative of any species."

The sunlight shot down from the gap between the dark clouds and hit Nelson's back. No one noticed the figure standing above their heads. The tourists' eyes were attracted by the dazzling array of goods, lingering on the bustling streets. The applause came from the top of their heads, the huge sums were numb to the tourists now, and it seemed that orders from all over the world were signed on this tiny street every second.

Under the impact of magic factory products, the magic manufacturing industry in most countries has been crumbling. This kind of small workshop-like operation that seems to be stuck in the Middle Ages cannot achieve the efficiency and quality brought by the perfect industrial chain. There are special individuals who rarely communicate with the outside world, and the remaining hard bones of the industry are all smashed by dumping this little trick that will ruin the street in the future, and they spontaneously move closer to the magic factory.

Compared with ten years ago, the quality of goods in the wizarding world has almost improved, and there are more and more Muggle advancements in it. Nelson looked at the changes he brought, but still felt that it was not enough.

He straightened his back and looked at the sky with questioning eyes, but the dull sky didn't give him the slightest answer.

Nelson didn't expect that God would really promise him anything. He seemed to be performing a certain ceremony. He slowly buckled the soft felt hat on the top of his head, took out the dark black walnut wand from his pocket, and held it high. Point to the sky.

The sky-breaking birdsong soon came from above his head, as if responding to his call. The silver-white brilliance rose from his body and approached the sky in a curling manner. The silver falcon spread its wings.

The two high-pitched falcon chirps echoed in everyone's hearts like a duet. Everyone's breathing stagnated and their heartbeats slowed for half a beat. They quickly merged into one, and the face of the sky became strange and unpredictable. .

"It's raining, Paris."

Nelson put down his wand and muttered.

…

"I remember that it rained like this more than ten years ago. The rain was so heavy that it could go down from the east to the north, and from the west to the east," beside the excavator at the entrance of Muggle Expo Park, An old woman leaned on crutches and waited for her grandson who went to experience the machinery, and said to her grandson-in-law, "The rain was too heavy. It is said that it was raining both in the city and in the suburbs. I have never seen such a heavy rain. The cloud, it seems to be able to clean up our bad memories, and it falls into the mouth sweetly."

"Grandma, look at the weather, it's going to rain." The granddaughter-in-law held up an umbrella and put it on top of the old woman's head, and said softly, "Come closer to me, don't catch a cold."

The old woman did not hear what the daughter-in-law Sun said. Instead, she became more and more energetic. She pointed to the cloud gap above her head and said excitedly, "Yes, that's it, the sun is like being caught, in the clouds. Hiding and refusing to come out, but that time when it rained, there was thunder in the sky, and that scene was too terrifying!"

"Grandma..." The daughter-in-law Sun had no choice but to hold the umbrella close to the old woman, looking at the top of her head worriedly from time to time.

"I really didn't lie to you!" The old woman put her arms around her granddaughter-in-law's arm and said tossing and turning, "That rain really made people feel a lot easier, I feel a lot better... a lot better... "

The granddaughter-in-law sighed, her husband's grandmother was not very old, but her head was a little unclear. Her memory would always go back to when she was still young, and she would always forget things. She saw in magazines with her. The research results of a German doctor surnamed Alzheimer's were the same. She leaned her umbrella in the direction of the old woman again, for fear that she would catch the cold again.

Her husband was lining up beside the iron lump, and her mind began to diverge again. She recalled the conclusion in the magazine that the prevalence of elderly people in Paris was more than a little higher than the world average, and she couldn't help but worry.

"In recent years, there have been more and more old people like this. Will I be like this in the future..."

The clouds above her head became heavier and heavier, giving people a sense of urgency as black clouds overwhelm the city. On the contrary, the cloud gap in the center became clearer. The dull and humid air made her breathless, and the old woman around her seemed to be sick. It suddenly deteriorated, and she began to tell the conflicting childhood stories of her grandsons.

…

"What does it taste like, Newt?"

Tina Kankan climbed to the second floor of the China Pavilion, a pavilion made of a single piece of porcelain was wrapped under the shell of the wooden building. She stroked the raised moire on the surface of the porcelain wall, the smooth texture It made her feel happy from her fingertips to the bottom of her heart. In addition to the refreshing aroma that filled the air at some point, the discomfort brought by Newt, who was obsessed with the snowman, disappeared.

"Ah, it tastes good." Newt said without looking up. Obviously, he didn't listen to what Tina said at all. He was full of snowmen now, and he wanted to ride a broom to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to catch one. Just stuff it into your own suitcase.

The joy that Tina had just risen was immediately shattered. She slapped the picture book in Newt's hand, covered the portrait of the snowman, and said with hanging eyes, "Newt, I'll give you one more chance."

The desire to survive in Newt's heart became strong, he wrinkled his nose, took a few breaths, and said quickly, "I smell the perfume on you, and the burning in this building... It should be sandalwood, and A little minty smell, sorry, I'm not very familiar with potions, it's quite refreshing, do you like it? I'll buy it for you."

"Why didn't you do this sooner? Newt." Tina slowly moved her hand away from the album, took it away a second before Newt smiled, and carefully stuffed the album into her bag Inside, took Newt's arm, "I think I'm more interesting than Fantastic Beasts, right?"

…

"Grandma, lean in."

The granddaughter-in-law hugged the old woman anxiously. The sky was getting worse and worse. Although the cloud gap was still bright, she was still worried, which was not a good sign.

"boom!"

She only had time to hug the old man, UU reading www. uukanshu.com The sound of thunder had already sounded in the sky. Before that, a bolt of lightning had ripped apart the sky and hit the tallest colorful tower in Expo Park. Under the guidance of the lightning rod, it spread to the ground like a spider web. .

The falcon was trapped in the thunder, and its figure was also integrated with the clouds.

"boom-"

The misty drizzle fell neatly, washing the ground like a soft brush.

"Yes, that's the kind of rain!" The old woman stretched out her hand, caught the rain, and licked it like a child.

…

On the dark screen, snowflake-like noise flashed from time to time, and with a crisp ringtone, the noisy conversations around him fell silent, but the screen was still black, and only the sound of the projector and the phonograph could be heard.

"The story begins in 1939. Without this past, perhaps no one would know that there is such a small town called Auschwitz in the outskirts of Krakow in the center of Europe."