My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What is this place?"

Ludwig held onto the handrail on the outside of the carriage, raised his head, and looked at the blackness that could not be seen, as if he was standing at the foot of a steep mountain. A weak ant.

He sighed and retracted his gaze. Since the train finally put him here, then this should be the end of the journey. There was nothing behind the veil, as if nothing was there, and it seemed that even the light that entered was swallowed up. .

Ludwig packed his mind and began to observe his surroundings.

Compared with a lonely train journey, it is undoubtedly much more lively here, but this liveliness is not what Ludwig wants. Countless people gather here from all directions with numb steps, and they keep the same. The stride and the same speed made Ludwig, who was hesitating in the crowd, particularly dazzling. Each of them was the same as the fellows Ludwig had seen on the journey. color.

After staying here for a long time, Ludwig already knew his situation, perhaps because of the consciousness of the deceased, and he guessed the blurred environment. Ludwig was just a little curious. In my imagination, I should enter a certain mythical hell, so as to verify whose legend is true, experience ninety-eighty-one hardships, balance evil and good deeds, and finally obtain liberation.

But he never thought that **** is such a pure place, and it doesn't seem to care about good and evil at all, just urging the souls who fall into it to go to the other side. He saw all kinds of people in the crowd, although they have lost their color. , but still retains some of the characteristics of his life:

Some people are riding white horses and carrying white lances. Maybe they are soldiers who fell on the road in the Middle Ages. Some people are old women with vegetable baskets. It seems that they forgot to bring their own when they went out to buy food one day. The body, which reminded him of the story he had heard about the professor of history of magic at Hogwarts at the Triwizard Tournament; someone wearing a steel helmet and a flintlock with a bayonet on his shoulder, seemed to be I left the team in the last war and went all the way here...

He didn't know how long these people had gone, and the time without reference was meaningless here. Wandering souls from different eras had gone through the same journey to their final place, and his journey seemed to be faster.

"Did you protect me? Didn't you make me a wandering ghost on this pale land?"

Ludwig thanked the Hogwarts Express silently in his heart. Along the way, he saw someone crying in the wild wind, and the mist mixed in the wind was like locusts in a disaster year. , the person who had just been stared at by the colored person became numb after the wind stopped, became like a walking plaster statue, and moved firmly in the direction pointed by the railroad tracks. He saw someone fell into the water and was washed away. The cherished memories and self, some people fell from the dangerous peaks, some people were dragged into the fog by the quagmire - only he, who was sheltered by the Hogwarts Express, had never experienced danger even if he crossed the dangerous land along the way.

"It would be great if you could send me back. I... have a lot of things to do."

Ludwig lowered his head and murmured, perhaps because his life had suffered too much, so on the way to death, he received unusual care, but he would rather give up this part, which was relatively stable The journey of the journey, with more hardships in exchange for a chance to fight against this world full of suffering, the veil swayed slowly in a windless environment, as if on the other side of the door, there was a sunny place full of hope In the world, he felt that his soul was thirsting for the door, and he stepped forward involuntarily.

But the complete memory and experience held him back. He was reluctant to leave and was willing to wander in this desperate place of death. He missed the exhaust gas discharged from the dark chimneys in the Ruhr area, and the childhood The experience of bullying having to hide xz, nostalgic about being excluded for his integrity in Durmstrang, he always believes that most people think the same as him, but under the influence of the environment, he has to Disguised as a conspiracy.

He hopes that he can wake them up, but the reality is a desperate and insurmountable wall. His efforts are like a confession to the yellow grass in autumn. No one responds. It is exactly the same as the current situation - those white People, they walked past Ludwig Kant, and there was no shadow reflected in their pale eyeballs. Even if Ludwig stopped in front of them, it would not help. The souls moving towards the end would instinctively choose to avoid them. In the face of heterogeneity in the crowd, there is no hesitation in the slightest.

He thought that maybe he had no color at all, and there was no smooth mirror in the blurred environment that could make people see himself clearly. Maybe he had already been on a long journey, with the operation of the Hogwarts Express. Colors, pasts and memories were all left out of the journey, and he needed to take his soul to the next stop cleanly.

Wouldn't it be a good choice to walk cleanly to the next stop? Ludwig asked himself, he just had some regrets and felt that he didn't do well enough.

He wanted to touch the train that brought him here, but his hand was empty. The bright red Hogwarts Express had left at some point. Ludwig knew it, he nodded, very He stood up, straightened the collar that he didn't know what it looked like, and walked towards the dark door with his head held high.

The veil was raised again, floated over the heads of the crowd, and brushed against his face, reminding him of the first kiss between Nina and him, and his grandfather holding himself back home in the first year of school when he was a child. , The rough beard rubs against the childish face, it doesn't hurt much, but I really want to cry.

At times like these, death is very gentle.

"Can't you take me back too?" Ludwig and Hogwarts Express said their final goodbyes. He squeezed through the crowd and ran towards the black door with quick steps. The pace under his feet became faster and faster. This long and arduous journey, "At this time, there should be something like death to count my life?"

Almost all ancient civilizations have depicted the afterlife scene in their myths and legends, whether it's an angel washing away evil from a person, a jackal-faced **** of death weighing a heart on a scale and feathers representing good and evil, Or the old woman waiting at the bridge handed over a bowl of steaming soup from a previous life.

But Ludwig didn't wait for such a reception, whether it was Arvada, who was speculated on the basis of a spell, or the skeleton-shaped **** he saw in Dürer's paintings when he was a child , He was getting closer and closer to the door, and the lost fog under his feet was clinging to him in search of the smell of memory, but he couldn't stumble on his unstoppable footsteps.

The black door is closer, but it seems to be smaller and farther. He doesn't understand the reason, but it is enough to see the whole picture of the door - the ancient stone doorpost, like the famous Stonehenge in England, The pure, but colorful black color puzzled him. He remembered that when he was painting, the total collection of mixed colors was black. Maybe everything that the fellow travelers had experienced stayed here. The veil hanging on the beam was missing a corner, destroying its natural perfect harmony. Ludwig didn't think too much about it. Perhaps in the laws of nature, incomplete beauty is a part of the truth.

The wind was getting louder and louder, and his footsteps were getting faster and faster. Those who were confused saw his back, and finally someone stopped and cast an empty gaze.

Colors are constantly draining from Ludwig, but he is surrounded by strong obsessions. The whole person looks like a mass of thick and colorful paint on white paper. He runs wildly, flying, and thick. The colors caught everyone's attention, and they fell on the people who traveled with them, making their eyes full of fleeting emotions and nostalgia. Because of Ludwig's passing, some people stopped, but they were soon drowned in the traffic. in the crowd to death.

The sound of the wind was getting louder and louder. As the distance got closer, Ludwig's ears gradually discerned the noise mixed in the wind. He could hear a voice protruding from the missing corner of the curtain, some unwilling, some nostalgic , with power and cowardice, while running, his tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, which is probably the case with a loser.

He gradually heard some intelligible voices, some abuse, some hatred, some prayers about a prophecy, he got faster and closer, and the voice became clearer The place name of Weixin”, and a massacre planned to abort, dense ravings intertwined, languages ​​of different eras, accents of different regions, he knew that these voices should come from some people like him who were unwilling and kept their memories, They are unwilling to open the next stop in their lives, but linger behind the door they can't get out of.

A cheerful smile appeared on Ludwig's face, and his voice was full of relief. As he got closer and closer to the door, the attraction and pressure that Nelson once felt came to him, and it was obvious that the pedestrians around him. It looked normal, he was a little puzzled, but the pace under his feet did not stop. He knew that someone would complete the work he did not complete. He finally interrupted being a despicable villain and threw the burden on others.

Thinking of this, his laughter grew even louder.

The heavy pressure made it difficult to straighten his shoulders and back, and the door didn't seem to welcome guests stained with color. He heard a trace of urgency, a trace of expectation, and a trace of desire in the ravings of the wind, and someone was telling him to stop. .

Maybe earlier, when he was still wandering aimlessly, he would have been very excited to hear someone talking, but the journey has come to an end and he has accepted his destiny, how can he stop here?

Besides, it was difficult for him to stop when he was surrounded by people.

In this way, he rushed to the door and saw a black robe thrown on the ground with one corner hanging from the door. Without stopping, he rushed towards the gauze curtain.

...

"That's right," Nelson nodded to the crowd standing in front of him, "Bogin Burke did get something from me."

More and more wizards crowded on this small road, which was not very spacious, encircling the direction of Nelson's travel. He was like a magnet, firmly attracting those greedy eyes.

Watching Nelson's empty fingers, Berlin's wizards confirmed the rumour that had flowed out of the Rogues - which Borgin Bock paid dearly for from this antique collector named Igor Karkaroff One of the Deathly Hallows - the Resurrection Stone.

Its power makes people rush for it. Unlike the Elder Wand, which shows its power but always devours its master, the ability of the Resurrection Stone to communicate with the dead has infinite possibilities. No one will feel that they are the wizard in the fable. They will not be The phantoms of death blinded their minds, and they thought they had nothing to worry about. If they could ask the dead wizards about their lost treasures and lost magic, maybe Nurmengard in the south, that black tower could change its owner. maybe.

Not to mention the more seductive legend, if you collect all three Deathly Hallows... become the master of death, what a seductive song... The Elder Wand often changes hands, and the Invisibility Cloak has a testable heritage. , the resurrection stone is the most elusive of the Deathly Hallows. Those chasing the Deathly Hallows even have a legacy that is older than many wizarding families. They never dared to think about it before, but now they have a chance to ascend to the sky. put in front of you.

wealth? magic? that power? With it, aren't they within reach?

"Is it the Resurrection Stone?!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and immediately after, countless eager eyes gathered on Nelson's face, but he just smiled and didn't speak.

"boom!"

The sound of the explosion came from the block in the distance, and people's attention was attracted by the explosion. In the place of the billowing smoke, people noticed the broken roof of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. .

The crowd's eyes snapped to Nelson again~www.readwn.com~ but he was no longer here, people didn't waste too much attention on this guy selling resurrection stones, this kind of vacant treasure was exchanged for What is the difference between a person who has a pile of money and a fool? Everyone who survives in Berlin is a smart person, and a smart person always makes better decisions.

Some wizards have disappeared from the crowd, but they are more of an attack on the surrounding people. Instead of rushing to the battlefield to fight and finally being picked up, it is better to deal with possible opponents early.

Smart people figured it out.

"Huh, that's funny."

On the roof of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, Barry held the brass telescope that Nelson had given him before, looked at Berlin, which suddenly began to dance with demons, and sighed, "When did your potion level become so high? You still let me People are rhythm in the crowd, you're such an asshole."

"I asked someone to do it for me," Nelson, who was standing behind him, smiled, "After reading so many books, I realized that the most terrible thing about the Deathly Hallows is not its power, but when people start to pursue it. When strength comes, death knocks on the door."

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