My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hold on, Gnar," Dumbledore stepped out of the misty rain curtain, he stood on the top of the other wall parallel to the two of them, and the heavy voice drifted slowly, "You have done well enough, continue Go on, and things will develop beyond your grasp."

Dumbledore raised his arm, and the vortex of rain slowly formed on top of his head, like a mirror, with him as the center, it kept spreading around, and spread to the whole of Paris, like putting a hat on the city of Paris. Under the cover of the psychedelic barrier, the momentum of the rain fell a little.

Dumbledore is worthy of being the most powerful wizard, and his magic can block the sky.

"Professor Dumbledore." Nelson saluted Dumbledore, grabbing his hat with one hand and raising his wand to his chest with the other. "Do you like the rain?"

Tom took a step forward, his eyes constantly wandering between his best friend and mentor, but without hesitation for almost a second, he stood beside Nelson, raised his wand, and a black beam of light spurted from the tip of the wand. It shot straight at the barrier that Dumbledore had placed above his head.

Dumbledore looked at his two proud disciples. He had shown off to others more than once that the future achievements of these two young people would definitely surpass him. I understand, but I still didn't expect that he would practice his creed in such an extreme way.

"Rough mixing will cause division, I think you should understand this truth." Dumbledore said sincerely, "You see, there are already some Muggles in America who know the existence of wizards and magic, so soft fusion can avoid bigger ones. Injury, you can wait until the time is right."

"Professor, I don't want to wait any longer," Nelson buckled the soft felt hat on his chest, feeling the vigorous heartbeat coming through it. His body became cold in the heavy rain, but the blood had never been so hot as today However, his eyes were as deep and black as black holes, and he faced the greatest wizard in the world, and whispered, "You always do, wait, wait, when Grindelwald understands your 'greater good' and When you put it into action, you let him wait, fearing that the disaster you created will become uncontrollable, you let Senior Newt help you solve all these problems, but when Grindelwald is arrested, you let them wait, You are confident that Grindelwald will stop harming the world, so have you done it? Even if Senior Newt helped you obtain the blood curse, you are not willing to untie it. I know it has always been hanging on your chest, you Are you still waiting? Wait until he destroys all order, until he smears ambition on all beings, will you wait any longer?"

"Nar..."

Tom didn't cherish his own magic power in the slightest. He did his best to bombard Dumbledore's barrier. It was easier to destroy than to protect. Within the range above the Expo Park, raindrops that have become cloudy continue to fall from the sky, hitting people who have forgotten the past.

"I don't think you're a language giant, professor, but after waiting so long, when will the time come? There are always new conditions that need to be met, and if we're like a test-taking student, everything has to wait until When the time is right to do it, then when it is over, we may all achieve nothing." Nelson's tone became fierce, but his expression became calmer, "You told me to wait, I waited, when Jonas died, you Let me wait and tell me that Muggle law will give him justice, but will waiting bring him back into the world? Would you accept such absurd reason as you? I waited, but I can not wait anymore."

"I understand your resentment, Gnar, you grew up in a Muggle family, and your vision is not like most people, confined to your own world," Dumbledore said softly. I have the same attitude as you in this matter, I fully understand your enthusiasm, but you are too young to consider everything that will happen later."

"Professor, do you know? I have always resented you, resenting you for taking away the only chance in my life to kill an enemy," Nelson raised his head, his clear eyes gave Dumbledore a feeling that it was hard to look directly at him. He said softly, "But also, in my heart, your greatest moment was the moment you shouted 'Avada Suomin', Professor, can you tell me? When you shouted the Doomsutra , have you thought about what happened next?"

"I didn't think about it." Dumbledore said truthfully, "but I don't want you to be impulsive and bear the shackles that you shouldn't bear."

"Professor," Nelson raised his head and looked at the sky above the barrier. A falcon chirp, which was enough to penetrate the clouds, fell from the sky, and the dazzling silver shadow slammed into the solid barrier, "I never thought about it before. I've thought about it too much, even if it's to save a few Muggles in a prisoner of war camp, I'm still timid, looking ahead and looking back."

He raised his wand and slashed down hard, as if he was fighting his fate. Above the dark clouds, several sun-drenched stars shone with light comparable to the sun. Thunder pillars fell from Dumbledore's barrier in all directions, and countless mayflies slammed into Paris' hat like moths to flames. Dumbledore was shocked, and Nelson's attack happened to land on the barrier every time. Weakness.

Little did he know, Nelson had already launched countless "attacks" on the barrier to find these imperceptible weak points in the airtight hat.

"Professor, this is Paris, and a fire has been burning over Paris for seventeen years," Nelson said calmly. "A rain should have extinguished the fire, and even if I didn't, it would expand to the point where It broke out completely under the uncontrollable high temperature, would you like to see the scene at that time?"

"you saw it?"

Another figure appeared beside Dumbledore. His silver-white hair was like a moon in the rain. Grindelwald looked at Nelson with calm eyes and waved his wand gently, as if there were hands gently supporting the top of his head. The barrier of the shield is average, and the weak point penetrated by Nelson can be easily repaired. He and Dumbledore have turned against each other for a long time, but in the rare cooperation, they can still play the same tacit understanding as in the past, Grindelwald asked back: "With your own eyes Did you see it?"

Nelson knew what he was asking, the eyes of the two seers met in the air, and Nelson knew that Grindelwald was asking him questions from the future.

"No." Nelson shook his head and admitted frankly.

"If there isn't, it's not the future."

"Mr. Grindelwald, did you see it with your own eyes?" Nelson asked rhetorically.

"what did you see?"

"Have you seen yourself being chained to the tallest tower in Nurmengard, spending the rest of your life alone?" Nelson asked rhetorically. "If you saw it, why didn't you accept it?"

Grindelwald was silent for a long time, stared at Nelson, and smiled.

Nelson shook his head: "Well, I think too much. For characters like you, it is the prerogative of the protagonist to easily persuade with words."

"You know," Grindelwald said. "If you want us to watch the ceremony with confidence, at least let me see that you have enough power to subvert. When we have no clue and are confused, we use wizards. The easiest way to solve the problem."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald in surprise. Before he could compromise, Grindelwald had raised his wand, turned to Tom, and tilted his chin with a smile.

Tom and Nelson looked at each other and jumped towards the gap between the two walls. The figure was wrapped in black mist in mid-air, and dashed towards Grindelwald in the flash of lightning.

Nelson squatted down and pressed his wand against the wall, so that passersby under his feet could only see the rainy sky overhead.

The faint blue fire ring burst from Grindelwald's side, and the black smoke that Tom turned into stagnated suddenly, but a part of it penetrated the flame and rushed to Grindelwald's side, condensing into a hideous snake head in an instant , without hesitation, bit down with his sharp fangs.

Valley "ding-"

Grindelwald raised his wand, the fragile wood easily blocked the impact, the black smoke dissipated, Tom's figure appeared in the air, the hem of the black robe was hunting and dancing wildly, and the steam was booming due to the high temperature. There were still several fires that could not be extinguished. He didn't care, he floated in the air, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, pointed his wand at the center of Grindelwald's eyebrows, and smirked provocatively: "I remember your fire is purple, Do you look down on me?"

"What a mad boy." Grindelwald chuckled, intrigued, he stepped forward, and was caught by the black veil when he was about to fall, as if walking on the stairs of his own house, walking towards Tom in the air, "as you wish."

Purple flames gushed out from the tip of the staff, turning into hot ghosts, surrounding him and confronting the giant snake roaming the sky.

"Professor." Nelson appeared beside Dumbledore, still holding the hat in one hand and the wand in the other, he respectfully saluted a wizard, and said sincerely, "I want you to see to my resolve."

"I've already seen it."

Dumbledore sighed and raised his free hand to support the barrier. He is one of the rare wizards who can master magic without a wand. During the process of changing hands, Nelson just stood quietly and did not disturb him. When Dumbledore continued to maintain the barrier, Nelson took a step forward and bowed to Dumbledore.

"Sorry, I don't have time to salute you."

Dumbledore's wand was pointed at Nelson, and the battle between the two shapeshifting wizards was about to break out.

The moment he raised his wand, the remaining raindrops in the air were bounded by two people and divided into two distinct sides. With just two people, there was already a momentum of confrontation between two armies, and countless creations wrapped in magic power rushed towards the enemy. Launched a suicide attack, collapsed at the moment of encounter, and reunited.

Except for Dumbledore who was standing in place, the figures of the remaining three people kept moving through the flames, black veils, silver lights and billowing smoke.

Tom's expression changed from the excitement at the beginning to a serious one. He always talked about "killing Grindelwald", but he always regarded Grindelwald as the most terrifying wizard from the bottom of his heart. When facing Grindelwald, he realized that his estimate was still conservative.

When Tom was blasted out of the black smoke, Grindelwald chased after his victory. The giant dragon congealed with purple flames opened its **** mouth and rushed towards the unstable Tom, saying that it was too late, that time was fast, A white cat surrounded by flowing water appeared in the air and jumped proudly into the dragon's mouth. The dragon's body collapsed instantly, and the flames were extinguished in the water mist condensed by the Lost Mist. The white cat that passed through the dragon's body continued. Moving forward, blinking into the figure of Nelson stabbing before raising his sword.

The blade collided with the tip of the wand, and a meteor-like fire erupted. Nelson's pointer sword slowly shattered, leaving only the wand clenched in his hand.

Tom didn't stop either, his scarlet pupils looked at Dumbledore.

"Nelson, you should know that you can't defeat me." Grindelwald glanced at the wand in Nelson's hand and shook his head, "Even if you have a holy weapon, you are still just a young wizard after all."

"Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson pushed back the bangs that were in the way, pressed the hair behind his head with a soft felt hat, and looked down at Grindelwald, "Isn't this what you want to see?"

"Except your weapons." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and said to Nelson, who was facing each other.

The red light hit Nelson's right hand, but it only penetrated a mass of water that was deformed in an instant. Nelson gently shook his wand, and the wand body covered with scars suddenly became smooth. "Wand" is made from a black walnut wand.

"Little tricks, you always like little tricks like this."

Grindelwald chuckled and returned to help Dumbledore, who was defending under Tom's torrential attack. He always felt that this old man was not doing his best, and his attitude was extremely ambiguous.

As everyone knows, Dumbledore thinks so too.

…

Franz walked towards the trucks parked in front of the camp with heavy steps. There was no trace of anger in his sunken eye sockets, only the instinctive "Long live" when he met the soldiers stationed there. "Solid and powerful.

"You devils! Executioners!"

The "goods" covered by the tarpaulin wriggled violently, and shouts of scolding came from the truck compartment. The soldiers in charge of the vehicle seemed to have become numb to the situation. They raised their bayonets and stabbed them into the tarpaulin, repeatedly. With this action, along with a dull roar, with a harsh sound of metal rubbing against bones, the already rusted blade was covered with more and more bright red, and the scolding in the truck. The sound disappeared quickly, and they looked at each other without stopping what they were doing.

Franz didn't stop the soldier's movements, UU read www.uukanshu.com He leaned forward with a cigarette in his mouth, someone wisely lit the fire, only the officer who had always had his back to the screen said to stop: "Don't go too far. , these people are of great use.”

"What's the use?" Franz snorted coldly, took a deep breath, and swallowed half a cigarette, he said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "Let them build bigger concentration camps and detain more prisoners? ? Anyway, they all die in the end, it's the same everywhere."

"Sigh..." The officer who sent the people sighed and said, "Don't you mean that the scientists here are researching more powerful weapons for the soldiers on the front line? Maybe they-"

"Scientist? Hehe, don't worry, the head count will not be short of you."

Franz exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the lingering smoke covered the face of this evil ghost. Only a pair of red eyes looked in the direction of Krakow through the smoke.

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