My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This German officer is really stupid. He has a stupid bird even stupider than him."

As the progress of the story softened, there was a burst of whispers from the auditorium in the screening room. The falcon did not lead the group of prisoners of war to the armored regiment as the blond officer said, on the contrary, it It seems that he is tired of the shackles on his feet, and is more eager for freedom than this group of prisoners of war who have long been numb.

After leaving the airspace controlled by the German army in Krakow, it suddenly turned its direction and flew to the west without stopping. Even in order to wait for the prisoners of war behind it, it flew in a circle and flew back, standing far from the prisoners of war. On a dead branch not far away, he was combing its feathers, staring at the last of the old and weak women and children in the team with those keen eyes.

People's numb eyes finally became more angry when they arrived in this uninhabited wilderness. They came from all over the world, with different nationalities, different accents, different skin colors, men and women, old and young, but they Equally fortunate or unfortunate, unfortunately, they are all losers in this war, locked up like livestock in the prison of the winner, fortunately, they have the opportunity to jump out of life.

"Ali, it looks at us like it's looking at the food."

In front of the crowd, two strong soldiers were observing the silver falcons that confronted them. It seemed that they had not been in the camp for a long time, and their bodies and spirits had not been broken. Their eyes showed a strong desire to survive. One of them was pale skinned. The black-haired middle-aged man said to the soldier with a Latin American face, "It seems to be treating the people behind as food, waiting for them to die."

"Shh!" Ali grabbed his companion's collar and glared at him, "John, don't say that word!"

John was stretched out of breath, and after fluttering violently for a while, Ali released him and said softly in raw French, "Only vultures eat scavengers, and this arrogant bird disdains to eat corpses."

"What can I do if I don't say it?!" The soldier who was attacked twisted his neck, pounced on him, and shouted loudly, "If it doesn't eat it, won't these people die? We won't die?! "

The two soon scuffled together, and the people who heard their conversation couldn't help but feel sorry for their fate again, they didn't even have the heart to pull the two energetic people away, just stared at the silver falcon numbly, hoping for their own death Don't come so painfully.

They scuffled for a while, then breathlessly released each other, John glared at Ali, and said angrily, "Then what do we do now?"

"What should I do? Since he has shown mercy, we just need to run for our lives." Ali rolled his eyes at him, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and walked towards the silver falcon.

"Have mercy?" John snorted coldly, "Do you think he's showing mercy? You don't know how bad these Germans are, he's playing with us, and a fool like you would listen to him foolishly. nonsense."

Although he said so, John still followed Ali's example, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, followed it, approached Ali's side, and muttered, "If I can get out alive, I will report it to the unit you belong to. , someone like you who is lawless and doesn't know how to respect your superior—"

"Come on, old soldier, and it doesn't look like a German," Ali interrupted his chatter ruthlessly, "then you have to be able to get out and let you command alive, sir? Since you treat yourself If you have no confidence in your ability, let me lead the team, then don’t say these useless nonsense.”

"Okay, you're the officer," John rolled his eyes, trotted beside Ali, looked back at the numb crowd, and whispered, "I've survived many battles, and some experiences are very helpful to you. Useful, believe me, boy, the top priority now is to pick out those who are capable of fighting from this team. We divide into small teams and run for our lives. There are hundreds of people, even if this **** bird does not attract enemies, we will They will also be met by the Germans who patrol their territory."

"What about the civilians?" Ali asked rhetorically.

"Damn, you can't take care of yourself, listen to me, they can still shine for us, as long as you arrange for them to follow-"

"Enough! John!" Ali turned his head and picked up John's collar. The two pressed their foreheads together. He snapped word by word, "We came out together, and we have to go back together! No! Force me! Beat you!"

"You can fight if you want," John sneered, "you have the final say, come out together, die together, it is also your decision, but now you have done a good thing first, we really should eat some meat supplements Let's fight."

After all, he charged towards the silver falcon with a stick.

"etc."

Before Ali could stop him, he had already rushed in front of Silver Falcon and swung out with a stick, but Silver Falcon deftly avoided, jumped into the air, flapped his wings, and stared at him with a look that made John feel that his personality was insulted. At him, John lost his balance, and was stunned by the falcon's eyes again, and a dog gnawed on **** and threw himself to the ground.

There was a slight laugh in the auditorium. When the two soldiers came on stage, the atmosphere of the movie became more relaxed. The torture that was suppressed on the audience's heads finally disappeared, and they were able to breathe for a while.

John covered his face and saw Ali walking towards the Silver Falcon through his fingers, and bowed deeply to it.

"I know you changed direction," Ali said sincerely, "I believe you are fed up with their rule too, please help us."

"Damn, what are you doing? Are you really going to follow this bird?" John yelled in disbelief. "Didn't you see his face? This bird must be in a place scarier than Auschwitz. Growing up in a place, you will take us to death like this!"

"In this age of people turning into ghosts, maybe only animals can be trusted."

If Ali's words and deeds were put on the real battlefield, he would probably be dismissed from the team as mentally retarded, but on the screen, in this good era when the audience has not seen so many routines, the brilliance of his human nature flashing all over his body is profitable. It was enough for their tears, although John's speech was more reasonable and directly touched the truth, and although Ali's choice would really bring them to death, people outside the screen couldn't feel the approaching death, let alone empathize with them. , they like to watch this kind of bridge.

Silver Falcon stared at Ali with human eyes, and with a clear cry, flew to the west.

The subsequent plot is no different from the legendary stories written by most living people. Ali's words influenced the bird who led the way. They trekked on the European map surrounded by enemy forces and fraught with danger, passing the enemy time and time again. , turning danger into danger again and again, provoking the enemy again and again, and escaping from the tiger's mouth again and again, they drew a strange arc on the European continent, and even went from a weak gap to the other side of the Maginot line of defense.

There are many veterans who have really experienced World War II in the screening room, but they all put aside the unreasonableness of the plot. They just escaped from the meat grinder and need such a heartwarming story to cheer themselves up.

When Ali appeared in front of the Allied camp with the team, the commander of the station was like a ghost. Just as Ali promised, all the people were taken to a safe place by him one by one.

After confirming the identities of the prisoners of war, the resident officer regarded them as a miracle, but there was no figure of Ali at the celebration party. He stood by the sea and looked into the distant sky. Free silver falcon on its back.

"This German officer is really stupid. He has a stupid bird even stupider than him."

"Is it possible that this bird is used by officers to release personnel for training?"

"How is that possible? If there is such a bird, Washington may have been shot down by the Germans."

"It's a movie...Sir, movies and reality are different."

"Indeed, if this Ali was my soldier, I would have shot him long ago."

"You are persecuting, murdering a hero!"

"Miss, you said it yourself, this is a movie. Movies and reality are different."

The discussion in the screening hall quickly rose to the level of personal and even personal attacks, but before the audience began to fight with each other, a dull sound of closing the window drew their attention back to the screen.

As soon as the camera turned, there was only a closed black wooden door in the audience's line of sight. On the door plate was a line of small letters indicating his identity. They understood that this was the office of the blond man, and he was a worker in Krakow. Senior management of scientific research and development of the Fu Science and Development Center.

An officer in a gendarmerie uniform walked to the door with a stinky face and knocked on the door.

"Sir, it's been three days, and the garrison over there still hasn't received any criminals."

"They're slower on their feet."

The gendarmerie left angrily, and returned to the door after a while, and the pot of flowers at the door was already wilted.

"Sir, it's been a week, and it still hasn't been received there."

"I said, they are slower."

"But that's only three hundred miles from here, my grandma—"

"No one understands this distance better than I do."

The gendarmerie was deflated and left angrily. This scene was repeated in the camera, and the audience began to laugh, until he appeared at the door for the seventh time and slapped a piece of paper on the door.

"Listen!" This time he didn't even call the commander, he slammed on the door and shouted the German scolding, "The Allies have begun to honor their heroes, and this group bypassed Maginot. Line of defense!"

"Fake news." A perfunctory voice came from the door, "Even if it's true, it just proves that there is something wrong with your defense."

The scolding of the gendarmerie attracted the guards in the building. Several secret policemen armed with guns came from the end of the corridor, knocked the **** of the gun of the gendarmerie out and dragged them away.

The laughter in the auditorium became more intense, and even the floor was shaken.

"How stupid."

It's already been seen as a comedy, and it's the kind of movie that would be perfect for a show like the Expo.

Just when one thought the movie was coming to an end, the door opened from the inside.

Their hero, Ali the beloved, came out of the door.

"Sir, the boat has already left," he said respectfully, bending over. "The old man, woman and child are basically all on the boat. Do you need to arrange an escort?"

"That's too fake, isn't it?" The blond man stood behind him with his back to the camera, teasing the silver falcon standing on his arm, "We can't do better, they need to fight for their own lives."

Confused expressions took over the faces of every audience member at the same time, and they looked at each other and looked at each other.

What's the plot?

"Sir, why do you want to save those who are not related to you?" Ali asked softly, his head lowered.

"Someone has done it," the blond man turned, and a young face with a big smile appeared in the door, "so I did it too, and since we've been blessed by magic, we should share its beauty among all people."

magic?

The audience's expressions became more puzzled, but no one answered their questions for them. The door was closed with a "snap". This kind of unfinished ending seemed to be paving the way for an impossible sequel. In terms of unity, magic? This escapist arrangement is undoubtedly a dollop of chili sauce on top of a fairly tasty dessert.

The lights in the projection hall turned on, and the bright environment made the dazed audience unable to open their eyes. Martha, who was sitting in the first row, tightly covered her mouth, and tears rolled in her round eyes.

"Nelson? Mr. General, is that Nelson?"

The spotlight overhead was so bright that most people didn’t notice that the black wooden door was still on the screen. In the middle, there is such a door leading to the unknown.

There was a familiar chirping sound from above their heads, and people raised their heads to look for the source of the chirping. passed in from the outside.

When the balance that maintains the fragile balance in the confrontation collapsed, the bird that lived in people's imagination finally broke through the cage and rushed to the sky. The people who fell on this road waved the flag behind it and shouted, that layer of transparent and eternal The barrier was thus broken.

Grindelwald stood on the edge of the barrier, looking at the big hole he had poked with his own hands, showing a knowing smile. For many years, he hadn't smiled so happily. His eyes drifted to Dumbledore's not far away. On his face, he looked at the Aurors surrounded from all directions, holding his head high and laughing.

The silver falcon, which was full of battle damage, spread its wings and rushed from the hole in the barrier to another world. Behind him were the waving flags of countless dead people. It was a monstrous flood that fell from the sky. It came from seventeen years ago. Brutal truth.

The rain that has stopped slammed into the hearts of the Muggles, and the people of Paris finally recalled the fire that drove them to their death seventeen years ago, and the shame of history being wiped out.

A little boy stood up from the auditorium, and at the same time, in the auditorium, the door depicted on the screen opened.