My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

The sound insulation of the auditorium is very good, and the audience has no idea of ​​the weather outside. After the lengthy opening remarks, a dull thunder sounded in the theater, and the aftermath of the thunder was absorbed by the walls lined with sponge, so that the audience could hear it. The side of the edge becomes thin and penetrating.

This completely different experience from the films of the same era made most of them refreshing. They seemed to have come to the mining industry filled with despair and pain. , waiting for the judgment of others on their own destiny.

The screen became pale, and the intense white light made many people sitting in the front row unable to open their eyes, and it illuminated the faces of almost everyone at the same time. staged.

People's hearts seemed to be tightly grasped, their breathing was blocked in their trachea, their whole body strength seemed to be sucked away by the soft cushion under their buttocks, and they couldn't even move their necks.

The phonograph didn't give people much chance to breathe. Just when they finally breathed a sigh of relief, the screen slowly dimmed, dense raindrops replaced pure white, and there was no other element that could convey information.

The sound of heavy footsteps, the drumbeat of raindrops hitting leather jackets, and the sound of rain splashing on leather boots suddenly came to people in the fine raindrops.

A pale hand holding a gun opened the curtain of the door and the rain curtain, and a rapidly advancing camera position inside the tent was presented to the audience. It finally stopped on the chest of the owner of the hand. The oil-stained military uniform that looked like it had not been washed for a long time was loosely draped over the body, and the black-bottomed iron medal on the chest made many spectators who recognized it gasped.

"Lieutenant Colonel Franz, the new shipment has arrived."

The voice came from outside the picture, the camera moved up, and the ghost-like face of Lieutenant Colonel Franz filled the entire screen without warning. Compared with when Nelson saw him, Lieutenant Colonel Franz He became thinner, which made his already sharp facial features even more mean. The original thick beard was also knotted together. The owner gave up taking care of it, and it was covered with blood stains or food dirt.

"boom!"

It was another thunderstorm. His entire face was paled by the lightning outside the door, and his pupils lost their color in an instant, but he could not avoid it, as if he had become numb to this kind of external stimulation, and his facial features were deeply affected. The lines dragged out a deep and heavy shadow, and it looked like an evil ghost that could hardly survive in the sun. Lieutenant Colonel Franz sniffed, raised his right hand, nodded towards the camera, and issued an order to be present. Everyone said "Long live" in disgust.

"Long live."

The response outside the picture was also very fast, which almost became an instinct for every German soldier. A rusty iron box was stuffed into Lieutenant Colonel Franz's arms. Finally got a bit of a human touch. "The cigarettes you want, Franz, do you want to go and see this shipment now? Let's take a break and then go."

Franz couldn't wait to open the tin box, grabbed a broken cigarette from the inside, tore the cigarette paper, and poured the cut tobacco into his mouth. , he wiped the corners of his mouth with his dirty sleeves, spit cut tobacco and a mouthful of saliva on the ground that had become muddy, and said in a heavy voice, "Go now, always take a break, take a break, take a break. , I feel like I'm going to rust!"

"Really? Franz," the camera moves around Lieutenant Colonel Franz, including him and the back of the visitor. Dipped in gunpowder smoke, he seemed to be an officer who had just come off the battlefield, "I thought you would have a lot of activities, but I can hear the brothers on the front line saying that you are like heaven here, and there are endless things to do every day. Fantastic, it would be nice if the Führer could keep a few more playgrounds like this after the war was won."

They didn't care about the increasingly heavy rain, and their figures were looming like ghosts in the lightning that flashed from time to time.

"Victory in the war? Hmph," Franz snorted coldly in the rain, and he took out another cigarette from the iron box, this time he didn't even tear the cigarette paper, but threw it directly into his mouth, "I would rather It's better to be killed by Allied bullets on the front line than to rot here, and if you stay here for a long time, even you will become a numb ghost like me."

"ghost?"

"Look at me, what's the difference between me and a ghost?"

Franz turned around and glanced at the camera from a distance. There seemed to be a faint phosphorous fire floating in the deep-set eye sockets. Lightning fell from behind him, and the camera moved quickly, detailing this devil-like face. The blood oozing from the rotten gums was mixed with tartar, and the spit-stained tobacco in the mouth was decorated like the lava of hell. If someone said that he could eat people at this time, there would be no The audience had the slightest suspicion. The hideous expression and facial features that were very different from those of humans made some audience members exclaim, but soon, they became silent because of fear.

There was no flesh and blood, no guns roaring, but the fear of war was like an invisible monster lying behind them, firmly controlling everyone's feelings.

"Darling, De... Germans really, really and here—"

The young woman put her arms around the officer's husband's arm and felt his heart beating vigorously, and she felt a little more at ease.

"They on the battlefield... are more terrifying than those on the screen," Little Jack put his arms around his wife's shoulders, lowered his head, put his head close to her ear, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, they have already lost the battle."

The camera quickly moved back into the sky, and the fancy camera movement made the audience feel dizzy, but this may be the effect the photographer wanted. The backs of Lieutenant Colonel Franz and the visitors became like the side of the road. They were as small as grass and trees, and the camera included the entire building complex in front of them, a boxy barracks wrapped in barbed wire, and countless ragged prisoners of war like dead bodies, draped in flails and formed into death-defying prisoners. Aim, at the side door of the barracks, two soldiers came out with something like a broken sack, and threw the heavy objects on their shoulders.

Several trucks covered with oil cloth were parked at the main entrance of the barracks. Lieutenant Colonel Franz and his companions were approaching in that direction. Several soldiers who came out of the camp approached the trucks, and one of them was getting off the truck. The other officers chatted with each other, and the remaining few smiled and approached the truck with their guns on their backs, took off the rifle on their shoulders, and stabbed the bayonet that shone in the night rain at the tarpaulin as if they were playing a game of whack-a-mole.

The voice over there was completely covered by the noisy rain, but the audience understood that the so-called "goods" of the people who came were just living people.

The sound of the rain stopped suddenly, and the wailing filled their ears immediately. Those who were closed like cans in the trucks did not know whose son, whose husband, and whose father it was.

...

The rain in Paris is getting heavier and heavier. It did not cause much trouble to the wizards in the hiding place. They were just delayed by the rain, but more and more wizards found the raindrops so refreshing, and even from hiding from the rain. The train left in the eaves, standing under the sky, feeling this rare rain.

But it might be more apt to be called poison to others across a wall.

Countless local tourists from Paris who were visiting the Expo Park froze when they were soaked in the rain, and their eyes became confused.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the old man's abnormality, the grandson's daughter-in-law hurriedly hugged her and walked to the eaves under the gate, found a more spacious place to rest, and worriedly supported her grandmother who had fallen into memory.

"It's such a rain..." Even though she was standing in the rain, the old woman's mouth was as dry as if she was walking in the desert, her lips murmured, repeating the words that had been repeated countless times, "It's just such a scene. rain……"

"Let's go home, grandma, and I'll call him."

"No!" The old woman grabbed her granddaughter-in-law's arm hard. It was hard to imagine that an old woman could burst out with such a strong force, pinching her granddaughter-in-law's arm to the point of pain. Her eyes showed a look of horror. Cloudy old tears welled up from his eyes, "No, we can't go home, at home, we will be burned alive!"

"Grandma, it's raining now..." The granddaughter-in-law was in pain and wanted to take off the old woman's hand, but she was afraid of hurting the old man, so she had to let her hold her, endure the pain, and comfort her grandmother gently, "No. It will catch fire."

"You don't know...you don't know...you don't know!" The old woman shook her arm excitedly, "Those thugs, that devil, that flame, it can burn up the rain! They are devils , There are devils exactly like us beside us!"

Sun's daughter-in-law raised her head blankly. For some reason, the entire Expo Park was in an inexplicable panic. The large group of Parisians seemed to be terrified as if they had seen some kind of annihilation. They hysterically shouted to the people around them to escape, As if the colorful towers in the depths were some kind of man-eating den.

What they repeat the most is a fire that can burn the sky and the earth. These nonsense are too real and too unified, so that tourists who are confused around have a feeling that maybe this bizarre fire really happened. .

Fortunately, most of the residents in Paris chose to shelter from the rain in the building because of the bad weather, which made the riots almost controlled in the Expo Park. , you can see the truth.

Sun's daughter-in-law was married from out of town a few years ago, and she became one of the few people in Expo Park who was not affected by the rainstorm. She stood on tiptoe hard, trying to find her husband across the rioting crowd, but that was the case. The miracle of seeing each other in the crowd at a glance did not appear to her. Her husband curled up in the mud next to the excavator, hiding his soft belly like an armadillo facing natural enemies.

He was still young more than ten years ago, but he had already faced death early. The vague memories flashed before his eyes like old yellow photos. In front of him, it was as if yesterday had reappeared. The fear that had been forgotten by the influence of the venom of the Winged Demon was firmly attached to his soul. The explosion of the broken glass sounded in his ears like a sharp death knell, and his body could not help convulsing. He secretly opened one eye and looked around, just when he saw a tourist in black reaching out to him, he couldn't help wailing, the black suit seemed to have turned into a black robe, he wanted to hide. Go under the tracks, hide in the ground, hide in a place where no one can find it.

Perhaps it was because the silver falcon that covered the clouds and rain did not prepare enough fresh spirits, or perhaps it evaporated quickly in the process of falling. The shackles of this world have been shattered by this heavy rain, and fragments of that catastrophe have finally seen the light of day in a world without magic.

"Is this really good?" Tom sat on the wall, holding a telescope to observe the riots in the distance. "For them, it may be a better result to have no memory of this experience."

"When the structure of the levee has collapsed, simple stitching will only allow the accumulation of more and more tides to burst into greater floods, Tom, I don't know if I'm better off doing this," Nelson took a deep breath , Feeling the heaviness of the increasingly damp hair clinging to the scalp, he raised his hand, trying to catch the drizzle that slipped from his fingertips, but his five fingers could only let them stay for a short time, " Everyone should have the right to choose, and to resolve disputes, people must know each other."

"Aren't you helping them decide?"

Tom's soul torture made Nelson unable to answer. His eyes were blocked by the increasing rain, and his face was filled with rivers, and he looked like he was crying. After a while, he said softly: "Then, Let them hate me."

"boom!"

After the thunderstorm, it was pouring rain. Tom raised his head on his forehead and looked at the other side of the silver high wall. He narrowed his eyes, stood up against the wall, and raised his wand to his chest: "It's good or bad. Will have to wait until the dust settles to judge, and until then ~www.readwn.com~ you have an obligation to keep it going...I also have a duty to help you end it."

Nelson raised his head and waved his arm gently. The black wand covered with knots slipped from the sleeve tube into the palm of his hand. The heavy rain made his field of vision less than a meter, and the raindrops flowed down his hair like a stream, becoming cloudy.

...

In the turbid rainstorm, he stood on the tall circular silver dome in the center, overlooking Auschwitz in the distance.

The camera goes over his shoulder, so that half of the picture is him and the other half is purgatory.

The sound of sobbing resounded in the screening hall, and the bright picture suddenly raised a glimmer of hope in people's hearts. Could this be the savior who saves suffering?

But the playful laughter from the front of the blonde knocked their expectations to the bottom.

"This kind of game is really sleepy, don't you know they are tired?"

No one answered him, only the disturbing sound of rain.

The screen seemed to be cut off, plunged into suffocating darkness.