My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on the small figure in the center of the ruins.

So much so that Grindelwald, who stood tall in the sky, surrounded by saints, and Dumbledore, who slowly approached with a merciful face, seemed a little eclipsed.

"He actually… dared to cast a spell on Grindelwald, the boy, the Muggle boy who stole the wand."

There were uncontrollable whispers in the crowd that had been silent under the pressure of the saints, like carrion-eating crows waiting for an eagle to give birth, and like lions watching the newborn teachers after the war, their eyes could not even get close. Jin, who was so thin and weak that he was no longer as unarmed as Muggles for thousands of years, only knew how to mount and slash. On the contrary, he held a taboo that Muggles could never touch - magic.

"Who? Who gave him the wand, who leaked the magic to these mortals?"

As if being knocked off the cloud from the high throne, to the wizards, those adults who resisted the Auror for a moment were nothing, even the gold that held up the broken brick wall before was nothing, there is a lot of magic Items can barely be used even by Muggles, and magic is still the prerogative of wizards.

But when the spell of anger was cast, these millennia-old truths fell apart.

"Who is it? Who is it?!"

No one answered their questions, Dumbledore looked at Kim with deep eyes, silent, except for magic, he saw in this boy the same quality as any Gryffindor child - he dared to challenge , not afraid of power, even in the face of the unknown, it is difficult to stop his firm and resilient soul.

Grindelwald stood tall and looked down at Jin who was trembling all over. For such a Muggle, even if he could use some magic, he could take his life in an instant, but Grindelwald didn't do that either. With one hand on his cheek, he gently stroked his neat beard, as if the magic spell really rubbed against him, making him feel the tingling that has not subsided until now.

"Why do you have such courage?"

As wise as he is, he can't help but feel confused at this time, obviously the plan has been proceeding step by step, everyone plays the role he expects, even Nelson, who is the writer of this big play, is in his plan. , is just a writer and executor who will temporarily withdraw from the stage in the middle, and finally stand by his side to usher in the climax of the plot.

Everything was going so well, but the play's most inconspicuous and least important little character jumped off the stage to give his director a message.

He looked at Kim in silence, the boy's eyes went over Dumbledore's shoulder, and despite his fear, he still looked at him firmly, he didn't even know what was on his arm, he didn't know how it worked, he didn't know What does the spell he just cast represent, but as the most humble and noble creature in the world, his dignity still makes him tense his body, stand in place, and seize all the hope he can grasp, for so many years. , In the most humble and poorest slums in Paris, this is how he endured everything thrown by life, he has seen the light he has never seen before, even if he died at this moment, what regrets would there be? Compared with everything he has experienced, what is the high black magic Grindelwald?

"Who is it? Who is it?!"

The crowd's questions never stopped, but the long silence of the two people who knew the inside story kept them from getting the answers they wanted. Thinking about it, Muggles can use magic as long as they have a wand? Could it be that his privilege as a noble wizard is just an unreliable castle in the air... Even in the saints' ranks, some people who were not firm in the first place were shaken.

If everything is true as Grindelwald said, the existence of wizards is completely exposed to Muggles, and the elites rule everything, then can Muggles still be called elites when they can master magic?

You know, the seers and the persecuted are not only gathered in Nurmengard, but also a large number of wanted criminals, thieves, robbers and other scum, who gather in that unlawful place, using "greater interests" "Endorsing one's own desires will be mad at the privileges Grindelwald promised, and will lose his mind because of the fear of falling into the dust.

Doubt spread in the black team. Looking at these cowardly saints, Zweig's expressionless face finally showed a sullen look.

"enough!"

Zweig shouted, raised his wand, and stood up.

Looking at Jin, who was focused on, he remembered how weak and pitiful he looked when he saw him a week ago. He once healed the boy's pain with his own hands, and witnessed him seeing the light, but for his own pursuit , he had to give back all the pain, and even take away the short-lived light.

"Sorry..." Zweig lowered his eyes and said softly, then raised his head and pointed his wand at Kim, "I understand your pain, but someone has to sacrifice for the greater good."

His voice had no confidence, and even that greater benefit seemed to have turned into a weightless empty phrase at this moment.

In the next second, a simple and unpretentious disarming spell flew towards Jin, Zweig still did not want to hurt him, but he had to take away the alchemy tool that allowed Muggles to master magic, even though he knew that this The spell would destroy the last hope that kept the boy standing.

"Whoosh!"

Ordinary magic spells, ordinary wizards, although Nelson has the gift of thousands of troops, but for the still immature Jin, it is also difficult for him to resist.

The magic spell crossed Dumbledore's shoulder and rushed towards Jin's arm. The magic light just lit up and then burst into front of Jin. The tall silver falcon standing in the middle of the ruins was also motionless, as if its The creator has given up.

Dumbledore, who was immersed in shock, didn't notice the curse shot from behind him for the first time. When he saw the red light in the corner of the eye, he subconsciously raised his hand, and his upper body was twisted back by the belt, thinking about it. To stop this curse for Jin.

But his response was still half a beat late. Zweig is not the kind of silver gun wax head that will be swept away by a pistol. He is a wanted criminal by many countries around the world. Also bring up some spiritual people.

The magic spell passed through Dumbledore's hair like this, swept from his ear to Jin, time seemed to stand still at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the red light, their mentality Compared with the beginning, there has also been a great change. They all look forward to the hit of the curse, the fall of the boy, and the story continues to develop in the direction they expected.

In the face of Zweig's sudden attack, Jin was stunned. In a hurry, his arms seemed to be filled with lead. Joseph, who appeared on the edge of the ruins, just saw the moment when the curse was about to hit, and his eyes widened. Could the script be tampered with like this?

His body instinctively leaned forward, and for a moment, he even forgot that he was a wizard, and only wanted to use his flesh and blood to protect the people Nelson chose.

Joseph's arms were waving, and his body fell to the ground because he lost his balance, and the projector and film that he was holding in his arms also slipped from his arms, hitting the ground one step faster than him.

"Om-"

This curse, which did not even pose a threat to many people present, fell on Jin's arm like this, and the silver shell was blown to smithereens, revealing the intricate structure and stable running magic text inside. His body also fell backwards with the impact of the magic spell explosion, Dumbledore's pupils dilated, and the flame that finally ignited was about to go out. Could it be that his ideal many years ago would be realized in such a way that he did not want to see it? ?

Joseph raised his hand in desperation, and the penguin group who appeared behind him also grabbed their hearts.

"Bang!" The silver shell quickly collapsed along the edge of the splicing, and a group of gorgeous fireworks erupted on Jin's arm, the rotating gears fell one after another, and the magic text that originally operated because of the connection was also broken. He lost its luster in the middle, and the densely packed parts bounced out, casting a golden rain of light around him.

Dumbledore turned his head sharply, his dilated pupils tightened sharply, even at this time, Jin's eyes were still fixed on Grindelwald. The boy who struggled to grow up in the quagmire still did not give up!

Compared with such a spirit, what is the commendable value of a small silver nugget? Isn't the turbulent mood a powerful magic?

His hope is not the little device Nelson gave him at all, but the world Nelson let him see, people who can come out of despair, their prayers are never dedicated to the gods, but to themselves!

As if hearing his prayer, the golden rain of light surrounding him suddenly solidified and gathered towards him again in a way that was completely contrary to common sense - in the humming sound in the air, the time was at this moment. Really stuck!

With gold as the center, in a small space, time became slow, and the noisy clockwork sounded incessantly, as if someone was fiddling with the hands of time. Joseph was not included, but the projector and film that fell from his hands were missing. The speed became extremely slow.

A passive fog surrounded his back. A hand with well-defined joints stretched out from the fog and held it behind the boy's waist. With a gentle support, Jin's body that was about to collapse stood firmly.

The hand continued to stretch out, the pure black cuffs were embroidered with patterns made of gold threads, and the runes were connected together, as if to narrate a grand epic, followed by slender arms and edges and corners coming out of the fog Clear shoulders, on the dark robe, Tom's pale face reappeared in front of everyone's eyes in the dissipating fog. They remembered the young man who faced off against Dumbledore and was invincible, remembered him carrying Nelson on his back to slow down. Slowly stepping out of the crowd's reckless pace, he was expressionless, just put his hand on Jin's shoulder, the leather shoes stepped on the rubble, and the crisp sound seemed to hit everyone's heart.

"Gnar's business is not done yet," Tom raised his head, raised his chin, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he single-handedly told the world's most powerful dark wizard and his forces. Provocative, "No one can beat him before the last punctuation mark of the story, careerist, put your paws away."

Grindelwald took his hand from his cheek, shook his sleeve, and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The saints were angry at Tom's offense, but without Grindelwald's approval, none of them dared to move.

But at this moment, there was no Dark Lord in Tom's eyes at all. His eyes quickly moved away from Grindelwald's face and fell on the face of the boy who was so weak and disgusted that he let out a sigh as his expression changed.

"Do you know what it's called? Kim." Tom asked softly, feeling the weight of Jin's entire body on him, knowing that the boy's weak body and even Nelson's magic power in the alchemy tool had been taken out by the Time Transformer When it was empty, he knew that the boy was speechless, so he answered without a moment's pause, "It's called a missionary."

The magic inspired by the missionary is still exerting its power. Time, this authority over everyone's heads, molds reality into the shape that he wants like plasticine, and the red light shines from Jin's arm again, slowly. The ground is peeled off, and it retreats along the light path from which it came.

Tom took Kim's arm, raised his hand, and reached for the spell frozen in the air.

"Open your hand," he whispered in Kim's ear, "do you know what it's teaching?"

Jin, who had regained a little physical strength, shook his head and opened his palm, but the missionary who had been drained of his magic power did not respond at all.

"This may be the last time. No one walks on crutches forever. Everyone has their own beliefs. Kim, as a person, if you want to live straight under the sun, you have to believe in yourself."

The wand slipped from the sleeve tube into Tom's hand, and Dumbledore, who was standing opposite, noticed that the pitch-black wand was not Tom's yew wand, but Nelson's black walnut. Undoubtedly, the firm belief in the practice of will was revealed. The tip of the wand slowly separated the air. The mist belonging to Nelson overflowed from Tom's palm. Feeling the will from the wand in his hand, Tom whispered the first black magic he learned. The name of the defensive spell.

"Iron armor."

The escaping fog kept changing shape around him, it became more and more solid, like a pure white figure, it and Tom held the black walnut wand, vaguely, as if Nelson's voice sounded.

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A huge iron fist smashed down from the air, smashing the solidified curse into powder.

The silhouette of the lost fog disappeared under the strong fist wind, and even the sky above the head was clear and clear due to the sudden appearance of the giant, and the clouds and mist were avoided.

"If you want someone to be your Patronus, you're wrong." Tom lowered his head and whispered in Kim's ear. "But everyone has the power to protect themselves, you understand?"

As the Disarming Charm was shattered by such a big battle, the stagnant air around Jin slowly began to flow again, and the projector and film that finally lifted up could not resist the gravity, and slammed heavily on the ground.

"Gal chose you to prove this point. You are nothing special, you are just one of the many living beings."

With Tom's words, more and more people stood behind him. They responded to Nelson's call, and they were firmer than the saints they faced. Even in the crowd on the opposite side, more and more people came. People make their own voices.

"We are the same."