My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Wizard's adventure novels often end with defeating a terrifying werewolf and seizing the treasure of a giant dragon. To be more realistic, the enemy of the protagonist is a dark wizard who can make a "Jie Jie Jie" funny smile. Adventure in the dangerous castle, the story unfolds in the ghostly shadow, and ends in the happiness of embracing the imprisoned princess.

It seems that there has never been a story with Muggles as opponents, wizards and Muggles, in the vast sea of ​​canon and monsters, there are few connections, like two parallel lines that never intersect, or they live in two each other. In parallel worlds, it is only by chance that one goes up a rabbit hole.

Wizards have been flying around with well-crafted wands since Muggles were wielding spears to hunt down beasts.

From the first day he opened his eyes in this world, Nelson has been thinking about a question, what is the difference between a wizard and a muggle? At that time, Tom, who was not very familiar at that time, was stared at by him every day, and he even developed the habit of looking up at the roof when he was strolling in the courtyard of the West City Orphanage, for fear of a blond nerd sitting there. , He has always been puzzled, he has never provoke the guy who doesn't seem easy to provoke, why does he always have an expression of wanting to cut himself open and see.

Nelson quickly became acquainted with Tom Riddle. They would go exploring together in a cave that Tom found by the sea, rescue Tom's cat hanging from a tree, and go to the kitchen kitchen to steal **** before he could give it. Fu's bread was given to the little kid in the orphanage who couldn't go to church. He felt that he was no different from Tom.

Until one day, on the way back to the orphanage after worship, a drowning kitten flew over the river bank in front of everyone. One would think that Nelson, standing on the bank with his arms raised, did something that no one could understand.

The estrangement just came into being out of nowhere, as if it had been there, but it had just been noticed. Nelson's attitude towards the others in the orphanage was the same as before, no difference, and he was still gently teaching some children to read every day. Literacy, still eagerly accepting all the help that can be done, still sitting on the roof every day in the sun through the haze and clouds, but those children began to fear him, even if he was the same mortal body as them, the same Eat three meals a day, go to bed early and get up early, even if the only time he shows his magic power is to rescue a drowning cat, even if he is still a respected and trusted brother in the Xicheng orphanage, but he can feel the love they have for him Attitudes are completely different.

But Nelson still doesn't know where this gap came from. Is it because he is different from them? But everyone is different. Does everyone have such a gap?

On the battlefield of magic, bullets will not turn, and in the dense gunfire, the sight is cut to pieces by the afterimages of the bullets, and people are shot down every moment, not only wizards, but also jumped. The Muggle hit by the bullet and the stray bullet, the wizard was obviously caught off guard and was already a little stunned.

They scrambled to avoid spells and bullets, and it was hard to understand why there were so many Muggles attacking them all of a sudden, why would there be wizards in the Muggle team, and why could Muggles hurt wizards?

Even if there were not a few wizards still showing up on the street, the gunfire did not stop. The inexperienced warriors could only choose to suppress as much as possible. The fear in their hearts was no less than that of the wizards who were hit head on.

The dementors at the end of the long street sniffed the street greedily, and the smell of death became stronger and stronger, and they were almost unable to hold back.

Looking at the soldiers with guns guarding their feet, Nelson couldn't bear it. Just like thousands of years ago, the guns that Muggles are proud of may be in the eyes of wizards the same as the long guns they used to hunt wild elephants. There is no difference between spears, an iron armor spell that a third-year student can easily cast is enough to make those metal bullets into ridiculous toys, wizards are not wild elephants, they also have brains, and the first fire of a rifle may be enough. Pierce a wizard's chest, but how could a wizard who has seen the power of such a firearm allow it to hit him the second time he fires?

Through the eyes of the mayfly, Nelson can clearly see that the wizards who survived the first round of attacks have found cover, and some people have even started to form a team. will be vague.

Nelson can already predict what kind of casualties this group of fighters will experience. Maybe they can hit the dark wizards in Berlin, but they will definitely not be the ones standing here in the end. Those simple spells are not enough for them to have confrontation. The power of true magic.

He was no longer the self who was powerless in the face of Jonas' death. As long as he thought about it, a metal meteorite would fall from the sky, a mountain-like giant would level the city, and the lightning from a place higher than the clouds would be enough to Breathing makes all the people on the street incapacitated, he can even make mayflies fly silently behind every wizard, the sharp probe wrapped in the highly poisonous potion pierces their spines and takes them away s life.

But Nelson just stood motionless next to the clock tower, watching the street with bullets flying under his feet, pressing down on the brim of his hat, and fell into contemplation.

"What are you thinking?"

Andre came to him and looked at Nelson's profile. The outline of his face had long been blurred by the gunfire. Only the soft felt hat on his head still retained his familiar shape. He could see Nelson sinking into The tangled eyebrows were exactly the same as the night before his favorite student told him about his ridiculous career choice, smoking on the balcony of Heisenberg University's auditorium where the graduation ceremony was being held, he smiled and said. : "You look like a graduate who is about to tell me that he wants to be a war correspondent."

"Aren't we now?" Nelson stretched out his hand and stretched out his arm from the inviolable security zone of the bell tower. A stray bullet penetrated his palm, and the place where the bullet hit his palm instantly turned into a cloud of water, and then again After the bullet flew away, it re-condensed into the shape of a palm print, and he pinched the red, steaming warhead at his fingertips, as if he was looking at a precious diamond. "Standing in the center of the battlefield, recording people's die."

"Haha, that's true," Andre laughed even more frighteningly, he also stretched out his hand like Nelson, but his level of transsexualism was not enough to support him to carry out such a human transformation, just casually using aggravated magic He grabbed a handful of bullets, picked out his favorite one, and touched it with Nelson, "If I had known this was such an exciting job, I should have gone with it."

"It's not uncommon to drag an old man to take care of it on the battlefield."

"Who hasn't been young yet? Do you think so?" Andre shook his head, the green magic gathered at his fingertips, wrapping the warhead like a slow-crawling worm, corroding it into a pool in the blink of an eye Scrap iron, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, saying, "That is, since then, I was determined to say goodbye to the beautiful dream about a civilized society that I have weaved for many years, dispel the disguise on my face, and hide in this world. the minority side."

"The disguise on the face?"

"Yeah, if you've seen the photo of your uncle in college, there should be a handsome man in it, right here," Andre seemed to recall something interesting, and sent out every memory of the past. The old voice would say, "A face like that will win favor in a Muggle city, but when I go back to Germany, these old scars can get me more respect, this is the difference between Muggle and wizard aesthetics. , is also the embodiment of the most fundamental values, Muggles like bright and beautiful beauties, and wizards advocate **** power."

"Look at what you said, it sounds like the wizard is not civilized enough."

"Isn't it? If Muggles have progressed from stone tools to firearms, what are wizards who were using wands when they used stone tools?" Andre put his hand on Nelson's shoulder, pressing hard He patted it, "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's just that you've been talking to yourself about spears, stone axes, etc. It's hard not to be quoted."

Nelson closed his eyes and sighed, recalling the days when he fell asleep in the Hogwarts library, leaning against the bookshelves in the History of Magic section, in which Muggles were forever the lord's tenants and knights' squires. , the servants of nobles, even in the darkest and cruelest Middle Ages, all they can do is to define the person whose eyebrows are connected together as a werewolf and burn to death, and occasionally grab a little Muggle-born wizard and behead it, or for the sake of it. The old witch who likes to be burned provides a complete role-playing service. Who would have thought that the first official declaration of war in thousands of years would actually take place in such a city that has long been destroyed by the dark wizard?

"Are you familiar with Jonas?" Andre asked suddenly.

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"I'm not saying that you and your uncle are strangers," Andrea waved his hand and said, noticing the ambiguity of his words, "Do you know what kind of person he was before he went to England?"

"If I have to say that, I really don't know him very well." Nelson shrugged, "After all, I was not born at that time, I only know that he couldn't get along because he reported too many domestic problems in Germany, and finally ran to the United Kingdom. ."

"It's almost there, do you know what he reported?"

"Jonas' relics only contain press releases after 1935," Nelson shook his head. "It's mostly about the things behind the war, such as internal conflicts in Germany, corruption in the British cabinet, and so on."

"It looks like he didn't tell you, he didn't want to put his story on you," Andre sighed, and after the sound of rain filled Nelson's ears, he just woke up , murmured, "Strictly speaking, he is a deserter."

Nelson's fists were clenched, and if Andre couldn't say the next sentence, he would hit someone: "Andre, I'm not in a good mood today—"

"I know, I know," Andre said, in a gesture of surrender, "going southwest from here, just before Luxembourg, is his hometown, where Jonas studied at Heisenberg University. The next year, as his tutor, I took my students there on vacation, Trier...it was Trier, Jonas' hometown, and most of the people you can name. The city is as old as it is, and he found like-minded people there before he went to college, and since then, I have known that the major I taught him, literature, is not his destination at all."

Nelson recalled the group of Jonas' hometown people who had appeared at Jonas' funeral. They looked rigid, with straight backs and strong palms, like workers, like farmers, like sculptures of thinkers, and like warriors. , they didn't even speak to Bella, silently condoled and left silently.

"He used to do the same things as you, and of course, it's still a little different," Andrei said lightly, "he doesn't have a prominent background like you, he has superhuman talents, and he has a unique mentor, He was just an ordinary person born in Trier. The family lived in a small house on the corner of Brucken Street. Great people were born on that street, and tourists often came to pay their respects. He watched Tourists who come and go grow up listening to stories outside as guides for them—he told me he didn't know until he was twelve years old that there used to be a famous man who lived in a blacksmith's shop not far from home. The person ~www.readwn.com~ may be destined, maybe he is familiar, and he also wants to be that kind of person."

"He was just an ordinary person born in Trier. He came to Heisenberg University after a lot of effort. The tutor is someone like me who fished for three days and spent two days drying the net," Andrei laughed at himself. He smiled, "I can't even help my students a little bit, I even persuaded him to give up those boring fantasies on the day he graduated, and even when I received his letter to me, I was still thinking about being a What kind of gift should I prepare when he brings his wife and nephew to see me... The day of his graduation is the last time we meet. I sometimes ask about his movements, and hear what happened to him, how he was punished Wanted by the authorities, I sometimes use connections or magic to help him settle those things, but after I returned to Nurmengard, there was no one to help him, he was helpless, and the overwhelming malice quickly overwhelmed him... I don't I know what he went through, and I don't know how much effort it took him to escape to England. He may have been disheartened, or he may have given up. Later, I could only see him in the newspapers covering all corners of Europe. news until I met you on the Icarus."

"You know what? I actually regret it. If I didn't help him secretly, he might have retreated long ago, or he might have been able to find a way to survive in the cracks. I personally cut off his desire to return to his hometown." Andre pointed to the battlefield below the bell tower, the missionaries had already poured their hands many times, and fewer and fewer warriors were still standing. Instead, the dark wizards who were used to their old-fashioned attack methods began to gain the upper hand." Now you're who I was, and they're all Jonas Nicklaus."

"It's their war."

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