My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Can you imagine that? A black man kidnapped me into his underworld stronghold and told me he was the first friend I met when I first went out on my own," Nelson looked at the lively Barry, eyes full of It's a sigh, "I declare that I don't discriminate against the skin color you choose, but why did you allow Grindelwald to cast such evil magic on you? Do you know what it means?"

Fifteen minutes ago, Nelson saw a large black bald head at the window facing the street, and two wizards with bad faces appeared behind him. The bad Bogin Bock had already escaped, and the two wizards seemed to have known that Bo Jin Bock was going to run, and did not try to chase, but stepped forward and pinched Nelson from left to right. In a friendly tone, "Mr. Williams, our leader wants to see you."

"Awesome, rascals?" Looking at the dense wands sticking out from the windows on both sides of the street, Nelson whistled and raised his hands wisely, as if he was being aimed at by a group of primitive people with rifles Feeling, Nelson even saw a muzzle sticking out in a certain window, he raised his eyebrows, watched the muzzle slowly retracted, put on a dirty wand, "Hey , is much more useful than that thing, isn't it?"

"What did you say, Mr. Williams?"

"It's nothing, I just want to correct," Nelson shrugged, "I'm Igor Karkaroff, you've caught the wrong person, and I'm very familiar with one of your top gang members, a killer who doesn't blink. , rascals, you can be polite to me."

"That's what we're ordered to do, Mr. Williams," one of them raised his arm and moved his fingers, and the wands were retracted, but the feeling of being watched didn't go away. A man doesn't blink his eyes when he kills."

"And we're not rogues," the other person casually opened a door facing the street, bent down slightly and made a "please" gesture, "You are a distinguished guest, and the chief has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who can recognize me? Your Liburn won't be Grindelwald in disguise, right?" Nelson walked through the door with his hands on the back of his head, and he saw the stairs leading directly above, surrounded by It was open. Between the pillars, he could see a table strewn with poker, steaming coffee, and hastily collected food, but even in such a transparent situation, he could not see a single rogue gangster. Man, it seems that this rogue gang leader who appeared out of nowhere has already transformed this indiscriminate gang into a well-ordered armed organization. As he went upstairs, he sighed, "Is your facade so broken? ?"

"The chief felt that it was much more important for us to dress beautifully than to repair the gate."

"And every door in this area has direct access to our friends, our brothers, our families."

"Hmm? Brother? Family?"

"What's the matter? Do you have any ideas?"

"It's nothing, I just think your boss is quite competent."

"You'll see him soon."

The three walked to the top floor of the building, and the stairs facing only a corridor with no walls were removed. They took Nelson to one of the doors, watched Nelson open the door, and walked in by themselves.

"Are you here to ask for sin?" Nelson said without closing the door, "Me too."

In the room that belonged to Lieburn, there was a tall and large desk, almost the size of a conference table. Behind the table was an executive chair that was much taller than ordinary chairs. Nelson even remembered that this was the Bevel Lane last month. The new product, the rollers and rotating shaft under the seat really entertained many people who don't like to sit quietly. Sure enough, the chair turned around quickly, revealing the true face of Liburn - a tall, strong, dark man with tattoos all over his body , he showed a smiling face that made Nelson have some sense of sight, and said, "Hello."

"What sin?" He waved his hand and closed the half-closed door.

"Kill your revenge." Nelson said word by word, dragging his chin with his crossed fingers.

"Did you kill me?" Riburn asked rhetorically, "Did you kill me?"

"If so, you shouldn't be sitting here."

"Should I be thankful that I survived," Lieburn muttered, leaning back in his chair, "or should I be thankful that you helped me remove the obstacle?"

Nelson didn't speak, just looked at him silently, and he smelled a familiar smell on this Liburn.

"I know, if that man hadn't died, you'd hunt him down until he didn't want to live, for Ludwig Kant," Lieburn nodded, "I've heard of this Auror, you're there A friend from the Triwizard Tournament, he's a brave man."

"Who are you?" Nelson asked.

"Me? Liburn," Liburn spread his hands, "meaning resurrection, I am a person who has been reborn."

"You look a lot like a friend of mine," Nelson shifted in his chair, staring at Riburn more strictly. "Are you a mute?"

"The silent ones? Those guys who were tortured by silence?" Libourne laughed and turned his eyes to his side, but there was no one there. Nelson remembered this look exactly as he remembered - Barry was talking The former always confirmed that White was around in advance, and the direction he just looked at was exactly the position White was used to when he stayed by Barry's side, but this Liburn's health was obviously not in line with Barry's, he said in a somewhat mocking tone, " Do I look like a weak person?"

"It's not like that."

Nelson nodded and continued to observe Liburn. The posture he deliberately corrected and Barry in memory gradually overlapped, but the feeling of discord still existed. In the realm of souls, he could not be in Liburn's There was a tinge of Barry in him, but there was a familiar, personal touch of black magic.

It was the never-hidden, high-profile, Grindelwald brand, and Nelson, who had lived by Grindelwald's side for many years, saw it at a glance.

As Riburn magically heated the teacup in front of him, Nelson finally felt the silent, violent magic he had been waiting for.

"Who are you?!"

He shouted angrily, and the sound woke the rogue gang members who were standing outside the door. They broke through the door and saw Nelson riding on the leader, with his hands on the leader's neck. They raised their wands and were about to warn, In the next second, they fell down in a rain-like silver light.

Liburn, who was pressed down under him, smiled bitterly: "You are more powerful than what they told me."

Nelson didn't say a word, and the white mist escaped from the gap between his palms that was holding Libourne's throat, wrapping the figures of the two of them. In the pure white blurred environment, he saw Barry lying on the ground.

He hurriedly let go of his hand, Barry's condition was not much worse than the last time he saw it, his face was even paler than Lost Mist, the dark magic power was surging around him, and from time to time his eyes turned black. It's just that the silent magic seems to have no further progress here. A dark green chain is roughly tied around Barry's body, especially around his neck. It goes around his throat several times, and the chain tightly tightens his flesh. In the middle, sucking the magic power escaping from the bloodstains of the cracked skin, Barry's body has long been stained red with blackened blood, but the fog of Lost that can always dispel everything at the first time on weekdays seems a bit laborious, silently. The magic power is so huge that this little piece of Lost Fog is a little out of control.

This reminded Nelson of the time when he once fought Peeves. Even if he was pulled into a blurred environment, the magic power accumulated for hundreds of years was as difficult to dissipate as it is now.

"What are you..."

Nelson swallowed the second half of the sentence in his stomach. Barry, who is a silent person, and himself, who has studied silent people, are very clear about what this means.

He bent down, his fingertips slid lightly across the chains holding Barry, and whenever his fingers approached, those ancient runes hidden in the green light would swarm up, making him feel the pain of burning and cursing. The pain was unbearable, and Nelson let go after just a little try. He couldn't imagine what happened to Barry with the chains on his back.

"It's all right, Nelson," Barry said with a wry smile. "Would you please stop kneeling against my heart."

Nelson rolled over and let go of Barry's restraint. He didn't give Barry a chance to defend himself. The wand pressed against the chain, emitting a dazzling silver light.

"Hierbo? This is the magic of manipulating slaves!" Nelson's expression became more and more solemn. "Controlling a powerful body with a soul completely for his use is his favorite magic when he created an army."

"I-"

"Is someone eyeing your magic power? Want to take advantage of your parasitic silence?" Nelson said without breath, "Who needs such magic power? It shouldn't be Haierbo, right? It's complicated and difficult to control, I'm also only at boot time—"

His voice stopped suddenly, staring at Barry's eyes that were constantly engulfed in black. He was younger than Credence, but he looked more serious. Nelson had never even heard of such a situation. He wasn't even sure he could cure Barry at all.

Who else could possibly need such a huge amount of magic power?

"Can I finish my sentence?" Barry got up from the ground and looked at the pure white ground around him and a line of rails with different colors, "Can I go back? In a place like this, I always feel like I'm dead. already."

"Oh, isn't it?" Nelson shook his head, and white filled their eyes.

…

"...do you know what that means?"

"My life is a candle in the wind, and there's not much left." When Nelson opened his eyes again, Barry was sitting on a crumbling wooden chair, his chin rested on the back of the chair, and he lifted his shirt with one hand, revealing Seeing the strong muscles of the previous owner of this body, he smiled and put down his shirt, "Is it a good figure? Although it's not fair to this friend, but I like this body that can run and jump."

While Barry was flexing his muscles, Nelson's face turned ugly.

He saw the black gangrene that was slowly corroding him under the cover of his dark skin, under the cover of the tattoos covering Barry's body, the silent magic had lost control, even through some unknown The method changed to a body, but the silent corrosion became more violent.

"I thought that the death of the silent would be very heroic. I have read it in many books. Everyone who is silently tortured will eventually turn into a blood-red firework. This is why they stay in the world except black. The last touch of color," Barry folded his hands like a prayer, "I'm looking forward to leaving like this, I think the last red must be splendid, and our gray life may only light up when we face liberation."

"You wouldn't do that, Barry."

"But I was wrong, I was so wrong," Barry shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'm like anyone who is seriously ill, lying on the sick bed, bothering my friends, feeling life leaving me little by little. The pain, I don't even think I should blame everything on my grandfather, he wants me to be a good boy, I'm just too rebellious and he's too harsh... by the way, Andre keeps trying to stop us from meeting ,Do you know why?"

"I…"

Nelson was silent for a moment, but still did not say the death news that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"Is my grandfather dead?" Barry smiled, it didn't seem to fluctuate too much, he was lying on the back of the chair, his voice getting lower and lower, "I knew that he would definitely die, it was you who killed him Should I be relieved? Should I be relieved? My nightmare is dead…”

"Barry, I have the last picture of him."

"Thank you, Nelson, thank you..."

Barry buried his head deep in the back of the chair, his voice became more throaty, he couldn't even finish a full sentence, and he cried so long that Nelson didn't even notice that Nelson put a large suitcase behind him.

After a while, he raised his head, his face as usual, as if nothing had been said just now.

"Later Lord Grindelwald found me and said that when he looked up the spell left by Haierbo, he found a way to make me run, but the price was terrible. You know this is for a person who has been lying down for a long time and can't sit still. What does it mean?"

"I have no idea."

"That's right, it's a feeling I can't relate to, Nelson," Barry said with a long sigh, "they take care of me every day, but almost every day is hurt by silent magic, I know what you're thinking, in fact, if Lord Grindelwald needs my magic, without any magic, I will give him everything I have... I should have died the year I left home, and he lent me my life later."

"Why didn't you come to me? Why did you turn yourself into an evil puppet?"

"No matter how I change, I will never be more evil than the silent one," Barry shook his head, "I know exactly where the end of my life is, even if Lord Grindelwald tells me that you have the Resurrection Stone, he is willing to pay At the price, let me find you to save your life, but I know that I can't get away with this method."

"you-"

"I want to live the last time for myself, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Nelson," this time it was Barry's turn to interrupt Nelson, "I spent the first half of my life trying to be a good boy in my grandfather's heart, and the second half Duan just wants to pay off Lord Grindelwald's debt, but I don't want to pay anything now, just like you have something you're running for, I want to stand and run with you, and Lord Grindelwald, With Andrei, with Zweig in my death, I have things I want to do too."

Nelson knew what Barry was talking about, and there was someone he hadn't mentioned. He stood up, took off his hat, and nodded to Barry.

"Go away, don't make it look like you're mourning me," Barry couldn't help scolding when he looked at Nelson's behavior, "I've sent Andre away, I'll help you in Berlin."

"If you don't look for me today, I'll go to crusade you in two days."

Nelson stepped out from among the people lying on the floor and closed the door.

"I'm going away, don't die."

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