My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Come with me."

Without waiting for Nelson to express his opinion, Pitia waved his sleeves. The unique material of linen undulated a stream-like ripple in the air. The stream rose rapidly like an ocean tide. In the blink of an eye, it drowned Nelson's ankles. The figures of the priests dissipated in the water, as if they were the phantoms of the waves. The stream was getting deeper and deeper, and Nelson only had time to hold the thorns in his hands. After a few breaths, the rising stream engulfed his figure.

He tried his best to open his eyes in the water, but the rushing stream rushed his eyes, and he even felt the pain of being scratched by the sharp glass. Under the sparkling water, he saw a mirror-like brilliance. world.

Nelson's feet were empty, and the sense of uncontrollable falling engulfed him.

"call--"

I don't know how long it took, the water finally ushered in an ebb tide, Nelson's mouth and nose finally came out, he was breathing the air, and the underwater waves reflected shadows with different expressions, Nelson seemed to see countless Himself, he had tried to resist, but this Pythia was more like him than he was—she mastered all the magic that Nelson knew, knew all his habits, even the magic that was still in development, In front of her, Nelson seemed to be facing a stronger self, his whole body seemed to be restrained, and he couldn't play the slightest level.

It's useless to be in a hurry, it seems that he won't be able to return to Berlin for a while, and it's easier to fall into Pitia's rhythm in a hurry, but he just doesn't know what's going on there, he is worried about those who struggled hard. Muggles, worried about the out-of-control Barry, and everyone who should be worried.

After the shriveled lungs refilled, Nelson ignored the burning pain in his throat, opened his eyes, the stream dripped from his eyelashes, and after blinking hard, his vision gradually gradually He regained clarity, his body was clean, and he seemed to have never been soaked in water at all. He looked around at the surrounding environment. On the tower in the distance, bright spotlights were scanning the barbed wire field. The modern battlefield, just look at the furnishings, is earlier than Nelson's era. The craters all over the battlefield are not as destructive as modern weapons, and the neighing of horses can even be heard in the distance.

The flag of France is obliquely placed at the top of the sentry tower. The flag has been covered with fire scars, and it is difficult to see the color and structure of the foundation. Maybe it is the flag of other countries. Its two corners are roughly tied together. On the bent gun barrel, struggling stubbornly in the evening wind.

Several iron nails were nailed to the post of the sentry tower. One of the iron nails was hung with an ancient carbine. It should be the sentinel's gun. The **** was missing, and there was a dirty muzzle on the gun. Dagger wrapped in gauze.

There was still a meandering stream flowing next to Nelson's feet, but the stream was no longer as clear as it once was. , every piece of garbage left the vicissitudes and dilapidation brought about by the war.

"Is this still Troy?"

Nelson made a rare joke.

"How could it be? There are streams everywhere in the world, and we are just drifting along the streams. Welterning by the stream, isn't this your family motto?" Pitia's response came from the darkness, "This is The creek is a tributary of the Somme, and its main trunk is much murkier than what we see now."

"You seem to know these things very well," Nelson observed the surrounding environment, and he realized that in the struggle of choking water just now, the thorns in his hand had penetrated deeply into the skin and inserted into his palm, " Was it necessary for the prophets of ancient Greece to predict such a far-off time? Your strategic vision is really far-reaching."

Pitia smiled and said nothing, as if Nelson should know the answer to the question.

Nelson didn't ask any further. Not far from the sentry tower, a lit barracks was singing in the dark. The French folk songs in minor tunes seemed to sing praises to grapes. Nelson didn't pay attention to the specific content of the lyrics. , I was just a little amazed. Looking at the surrounding environment, it seemed that the place had experienced tragic tremors for a long time. In a battle with heavy casualties like the Somme, they could also sing such a song.

"So what are you trying to prove to me here?"

Nelson looked in the direction of Pitia's voice. The spotlight of the sentry tower came over at this time. The clean figure of the priestess seemed out of place in the chaotic battlefield. The spotlight could not detect her at all. Passing by in the distance, the light did not include him, and it was a snapshot to other places.

"What are you going to do here?" Pitia asked back. The light just now seemed to stay on her body. The priestess glowed even in the dark, like a striking light bulb. She was milky white. There was nothing in his eyes, but Nelson knew that his figure was being reflected there, "Like—"

"Since fate is hard to defy, I choose to do nothing," Nelson said, spreading his hands and shrugging, "I have fulfilled your wish, are you happy?"

"There's nothing to be happy about, it's your choice, and it's fate's choice."

Pitia looked at the thorn in Nelson's hand, it was inserted so deeply that as if it had grown together with Nelson's hand, Nelson noticed her gaze, looked at the wand in her hand, fell into thought, the searchlight I didn't notice Pythia, she didn't exist in this time and space, but it didn't shine on him either. This didn't prove that he didn't exist either. With the help of the tree people in the Trojan War, Nelson had some considerations in his mind. Could it be? Have you really traveled through time? In order to verify his conjecture, he picked up a piece of wood on the ground. Under the action of magic, it quickly turned into a rifle from the Second World War. Nelson raised the gun, walked to the mound beside him, and closed it. With only one eye, he noticed that in the distance in the direction of the guard tower, there was also a light that seemed to be the enemy's camp.

He glanced back at Pitia, she still had that irrelevant expression, he curled his lips, aimed at the light in the distance, and mocked: "No matter what I do, is this the choice of fate?"

Close your eyes, aim, hold your breath, and pull the trigger.

In the sound of a loud gunshot, the fire of the explosion of gunpowder illuminated the night sky, and the lights of the nearby sentry tower immediately turned around, and the cry of the sentry was drowned out by the gunshot and the words of Pitia that sounded at the same time.

"No, fate can't control you. Your choice forms part of fate. It's just that it has happened, but the ending is doomed."

Pitiya closed his eyes, the spotlight of the sentry tower hit Nelson almost at the same time, his shadow was as clear as the stars in the night sky, Nelson looked in the direction of the spotlight, staring directly at the dazzling light, the sentinel was reaching out his hand He went to reach the gun hanging on the pillar, but his movements, his terrified expression, and even the spittle he was spewing from his mouth were all frozen at this moment, and the gunshots inspired by Nelson also stopped in the air.

When Nelson looked at Pitia again, her eyes opened, and the fog in her eyes seemed to have frozen and stopped moving. She turned around expressionlessly and walked in the direction Nelson was shooting. Nelson shrugged and threw his rifle aside. The Transfiguration with the thorns didn't last long. After two hours, the rifle and bullets would be back to their original plank. He took a step and looked at Pitty. Asia's back, followed.

The two of them were not fast, but they quickly found the bullet fired by Nelson. The gunfire brought by its advanced structure was extremely dazzling. The residual gunpowder at the tail of the warhead was still burning, and the rotating warhead made the surrounding air distorted. , making the fire look as dazzling as a shooting star.

Pitia blinked, the mist in her pupils began to continue its slow surging, and the bullet began to move steadily towards the previous target at her pace. There was the whistle of the sentry tower, but the originally rushed and anxious cross talk sounded like a distant, sleepy old ballad after being stretched infinitely.

After an unknown amount of time, when Pitia walked to the center of the battlefield, her tense expression suddenly loosened, and then, Nelson heard the sound of bullets leaving with a "swoosh", and he turned his head. , On the hill next to the guard tower of the French army position, you can still see a vague figure and the gunfire that has just spread.

The next second, the lights of the German camp ahead suddenly went out, and Nelson was silent for a moment in the darkness. The loud gunshots and the crisp sound of glass breaking came into his ears almost simultaneously.

Not long after, in less than a few minutes, the tents of both sides were lit up at the same time, and the lights were bright, reflecting the twilight into a bright day.

The fog in Pitia's eyes began to surge wildly. In the blink of an eye, the soldiers on both sides had come to the front like a fast-moving movie. Their faces were tired, but their spirits were highly excited. Beginning to resound over this plain, Nelson, who was at the very center of the battlefield, watched as lightning-like bullets passed by his side and even his body. In the fire of the gun, they saw the last faces they left in this world, one after another, young or old.

"The bullet that did not belong to this era attracted the attention of the commander in the opposing camp. He believed that France had developed an epoch-making weapon, and he could not let the gun that could hit that far take the initiative in this war, for that A rifle he had never seen before, and for the victory of the war, he broke away from the plan and launched a general attack on the French army," Pitia stood in the middle of the fast-released battlefield, and the charging soldiers and the two overlapped and rushed and fell. , the positions were just occupied and quickly lost, and the bullets became more and more sparse. The moon behind the clouds fell towards the mountain at a speed of 100 meters, and the Somme plain in the night was raised a layer. He said softly, "Under the reckless and frantic attack, driven by hatred, and under the influence of the battlefield atmosphere, the two sides started a death battle in the dark."

Nelson stared blankly into Pitia's eyes, clenching his thorny palms.

"Transfiguration doesn't work in two hours, but what does that matter?" Pitia said in a storytelling tone. "A war like this doesn't take two hours from start to finish."

The sound of gunfire became more and more shrill and sparse. The raging fire burned in the tents of both sides, and the flames expanded rapidly, and even the land and even the stream just now was engulfed by the flames.

"The Battle of the Somme, known as one of the worst battles for Muggles in the First World War, was just the tip of the iceberg of endless carnage and, of course, a stark reflection of it," continued Pitiya , "The commander over there saw the bullet, but the sentry just now picked up the gun on the ground. His beloved shotgun was the Bethiere carbine, which was too old and had been jammed due to improper maintenance, but this not-young soldier But he is an excellent hunter. For his two daughters at home and his wife who died in the German bombing, he picked up this rifle that did not belong to this era. Every bullet of the smack takes an enemy—"

"Enough~www.readwn.com~ Nelson stretched out his hand clenching the thorns, and red blood dripped from the wound, seeping into the parched ground and into the dry stream.

"You don't have to blame yourself for this, even if you don't show up here, the Germans will launch a surprise attack at two o'clock tomorrow night as planned," Pitia said. From the standpoint of the two sides, this encounter with both sides lacking preparation is the most acceptable ending, the one named—”

"I said, enough."

Nelson's expression became extremely grim, and the huge magic power poured out from the thorns, tearing the sharp thorns on the thorns one by one. The stick looks like an elderberry.

The extremely compressed flame rushed out of Nelson's palm, engulfing everything around him, and the accelerated time returned to normal, but there were not a few gunshots left on the battlefield.

"For you now, the past is unchangeable. You may think that Harry Potter used your invention to rescue his friends from the dementors as his bravery against fate, but have you noticed that as early as When the Dementor appeared, did he already see the stag jumping out of the woods?"

Pitia's voice became fragmented and hard to hear.

The sound of broken mirrors came from all directions, the battlefield collapsed piece by piece like a dismantled movie set, and the stream rose, only the farther sky had not had time to shatter, and in the last chill brought by the bleak twilight, the moon. It fell, the sun rose, and the sky was bright. There were only two people standing on this small plain in the Somme Valley. It was exactly two hours after the first shot.

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