My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is not it?"

Jokunda said sadly, "I've heard some of your achievements, Riddle, and I know that with you, his safety is no problem."

"What? Don't you care about Gnar's safety?" Tom smiled. "I thought you should at least pay attention to whether he was turned into an idiot by the venom of the Winged Demon."

"So you still remember me..." Jokunda said after a long silence, "I won't argue for my previous actions, at least now, I'm the same as those who watched his back all the way."

"Back view?"

Jokunda unbuttoned the chest of the robe. Tom was startled by her action, and almost jumped back on Nelson. Fortunately, Jokunda was wearing clothes under the robe. On the chest of a pure black sweater, a string of The interlaced necklace of gold and silver reflected the light from overhead.

On the necklace were two heavy, even long-winded accessories—a small wooden box, and a beautiful pendant.

Tom looked at the familiar necklace. The style of the pendant was somewhat similar to the logo of the Deathly Hallows, but the order of the Deathly Hallows was changed. The outermost was a golden circle, and a flat silver isosceles. The triangle is inverted on the inside of the ring, and a golden vertical line representing the Elder Wand divides the isosceles triangle into two symmetrical parts, and runs through the ring, pointing sharply to the first place.

The combination of the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak looks like a scale, like Nelson's ephemera, and the circle that wraps around them together to form a gleaming sun, and like an eye staring blankly at the world .

"Oh...I like this pendant."

"If there is a chance, I can give you one."

"But before that, I think you should leave," Tom raised his hand, and a giant python that was strong enough to swallow a person upright rushed out from behind him and slowly climbed to Jokunda's face. He opened its **** mouth, but the snake's mouth was full of chaos, as if it was a portal to another world, he said sternly, "You can rescue as many lunatics as you can now, and the next battle may not be possible. A few people can handle it."

"They're not lunatics, Riddle. Even if they're confused, they know exactly why they're fighting. Those Muggles are the most determined fighters." It was too soft to move, but she still shook her head resolutely and took a few steps back, "I brought them here, no matter what the result is, I will stay with them."

"You're overwhelmed by the guilt that doesn't belong to you," Tom stared into Jokunda's eyes, the scarlet pupils seeming to be able to see directly into her heart, "Don't be rude, you're after self-destruction, I don't care, but Gnar certainly won't sit back and watch this happen."

"Muggle ignorant, Riddle, they don't know the existence of magic, they just think the world is running smoothly according to their laws, but the naked truth shatters their poor self-esteem," Jokunda lowered his head , said in a singing tone, "You may not know that people have resilience that other life can't match, but they are also the most fragile works of art in this world, we could have endured the darkness, but only if we never Seeing the light, they see him as the sun, the world as their weeping eyes, like the pendant on my chest, they are made up of many different symbols, but they point only to one Man, do you know why?"

"Because there is only one man running for them."

"Very close," Jokunda nodded, then shook his head again. "The truth is, Nelson is the only wizard who has ever left a picture in their eyes."

"Um?"

"Wizards are so proud, Riddle, did you know that every year the dossier of magical events experienced by Muggles all over the world fills the congressional halls of the Magical Congress of the United States? But no Muggle seems to claim to have seen a wizard," Joe said. Kunda's calm appearance reminded Tom of Mrs. Cole, which was completely different from the stubborn senior in his impression, "It seems that being known by Muggles is like being stepped on by the shadow of the nobles in some places. A great blasphemy, they laboriously concealed their existence, recklessly erasing the memory of Muggle sightings, as if 'playing with memory', a crime as serious as the Unforgivable Curse among wizards, was worthless Small thing to mention, each country's Ministry of Magic has different naming of functional departments, only the memory cancellation office is a consensus, just like a chain of fast food restaurants, wizards in the United States and even the families of Muggle-born wizards. won't let go."

"But it doesn't seem to concern you, Sykes."

"No, when I'm in the sun, their story is mine," Jokunda shook her head, pressing her hand to her chest, carefully mousing the wooden box behind the pendant, whispering , "Born in a narrow world, I used to have narrow eyes, but then I found out that I was so ridiculous. Nelson's ideas seem to be deviant, but he may be the only sober person, maybe this is the prophet. ...how long have we not seen the outside world? How long have we been tethered to our own circles, and in Diagon Alley, which is a little bigger, seems to be holding onto the whole world."

The boa constrictor undulated beside Tom's hand, its sharp teeth rubbing against each other, making a gnawing screeching sound.

"I always thought wizards and muggles were special because magic gave us god-like powers. Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous. What's the difference between our disputes and a few kids fighting for seats?"

"A strange description."

Tom waved his hand, and the python retracted behind him.

"In a big way, the contradiction between wizards and Muggles is the epitome of the endless struggle and coexistence of life on the planet we live in. In a small way, it can also be compared to a student who is rejected by the class, a child who is not loved by his family, Even the out of place plate in the back of the set," Jokunda said in a very low voice, "I used to just want to get out of my sister's control and use my method to restore Sykes' glory, but I don't have that. My father was also persecuted and died because of the taboo research. Later, I thought I had found my final foothold in life, but who would have thought that the long-repeated secrecy law also has the magic power to impose misfortune on a vulnerable family. "

Jokunda seemed to sink into his own memory. Not only did Tom know the cause and effect, but he vented her suppressed emotions like a beanie. Tears rolled in his eyes, but his voice was not choked, on the contrary, he became more determined. .

"After he left, I secretly returned to the Great Lakes Valley, where I searched for a whole winter, from the snow in early winter to the trickle of early spring, and the leather boots he gave me were worn out layer by layer, but There wasn't a single footprint on the snow that was thick enough to drown me."

"You shouldn't be immersed in apparitions." Tom obviously knew the story, he hinted, just wanting Jokunda to leave quickly. "That's not your life."

"I know, I don't care if that story is true or not, it at least made me cry," Jokunda looked up, as if trying to get the tears back in her stomach, "I don't know how long it's been since I shed tears...I For the first half of my life, I spent the first half of my life doing the opposite. I want to make my life more meaningful. Even if it is not as bright as the dazzling sun on the field of Boston, I want to illuminate more people. I don't want to cry all the time under the covers because someone has illuminated me - I've seen the light!"

Her tone became fierce, and the strong emotions rolled up enough to knock down the ghost who had just climbed the deck. Tom stood firmly in place, looking at Nelson, then at Jokunda, revealing Weird expression.

"I admit, like you said, I want to destroy myself," Jokunda said sternly, the beautiful makeup on his face for the final battle was washed into a big face with tears, like the indigenous people of Central America like to paint on their faces The oil paint made her smile even brighter, "I want to destroy the cowardly self who couldn't even ride a broom at the urging of my father, and the one who was hiding in the forest and watching me. The second father was dragged away by the American Aurors, this is their war, isn't it mine? I'd rather die with them! Buried together in the streets of Berlin, and never again Running away for the third time."

"Buried with those engineers wrapped in oil paper?"

Feeling the hot air around him due to Jokunda's excitement, Tom wanted to tell Nelson's favorite German joke in Nelson's tone, but his temperament seemed to be a little different from the joke, and he wanted to ease Jokunda's mood. , and now it has the opposite effect, making the atmosphere awkward.

"…"

"Okay," Tom shrugged, turned and pointed his wand at Nelson's face, as a small green snake crawled out of his sleeve, "I have a poison that can bring back the pain of a dead man, even if he is being attacked. Silently holding it in his hand is enough to wake up."

…

Nelson strolled inside the maze of black boxes. These boxes with different styles but basically the same accessories fit his aesthetic very well. Now he is very confident that he is in the box that Dumbledore gave him, although he doesn't know why. , but whether it is from the aesthetics or the style of the encounter with Pitia just now, everything here should be from his handwriting, and Nelson has even begun to calculate: "If I fall in the end, what will be added to it What's the matter?"

Thinking of this, he shook his head suddenly, spat silently, and secretly said "bad luck": "How could it be?"

At the moment of this interruption, the surrounding scene was completely different from the last time I saw it. These boxes jumped like the time of the provocation, changing every moment, and Nelson could no longer find his way back. The sound of unlocking was getting closer and closer to him, as if it was right in front of him.

Looking at the stack of boxes stacked high in front of him, Nelson pursed his mouth, took a step back, started running, and stepped on the exposed edge of the big box like a smart cat.

Standing at the top of the pile of boxes, looking at the black boxes that can't be seen around, the originally narrow space has become extremely vast. It is a period of lightning that is bound to twentieth-century Britain.

"These are my stories...but not mine."

Nelson took a deep breath. At some point, the pile of boxes under his feet had become as steep as a mountain, and the ground under his feet had become pitch-black, like an abyss.

Without hesitation, he took a step forward and jumped down.

A brand-new box that seemed to be opened for the first time was spread out on the ground, with letterheads, notes and sketches stacked on top of each other, flipping the pages “wlap-la-la” in the passive breeze. The ink stains didn't seem to be dry yet, and the ink stains remained on the back of the previous layer of paper. Nelson was half-kneeling on the ground, and was fascinated by the completely different story from before.

…

"What do you want to do?"

One hand grabbed Tom's wrist, and by the way, the small snake with its teeth and claws was buckled into Tom's sleeve. Nelson's pale face quickly returned to ruddy, and a vigorous and excited heartbeat came from Alexander under his feet. , he twisted his neck, covered the two obvious teeth marks on his shoulders, and locked his eyebrows together, "Hey... it really hurts, you really let the snake bite me, Tom."

Tom slapped his hair hard, turned around, and said to Jokunda with a smile, "Look, Gnar never gives up hope."

"I…"

Looking at the awakened Nelson, Qiao Kunda was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say for a while, and Ai Ai didn't utter a complete syllable for a long time. Some slogans could easily arouse people's sense of shame.

Nelson knew what this cynical witch had done all these years, he knew better than Jokunda about her change, this was the change he wanted to see, just watching the tears in Jokunda's eyes, his The smile can't be brought up.

After an unknown amount of time, the silent counterattack rushed to the deck again. This time, it was no longer a single ghost, but replaced by a surging wave that covered the sky and the sun, and the three embarrassed seemed to have no first place. Time slowed down. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Just when the top of their heads was covered with malice, Nelson raised his arm, and the parts of the mayfly scattered around were attached to the wand and quickly spliced ​​together. His face was extremely calm, and his arms simply slashed down.

A cold light wrapped by a strong magic power pierced the sky, and the slashing edge extended for an unknown distance.

Jokunda narrowed her eyes from the gust of wind, and when she opened her eyes, Nelson had only a wand covered in knots, and behind her, the mighty monster was neatly sliced ​​through the middle. It became two halves, and the cross-section seemed to be solidified and could not be reorganized, and it could not even turn into mucus.

The marks left by the sword's edge were deeply carved into the ground, almost turning half the city of Berlin into two halves.

"This is the Berlin Wall."

Nelson raised his wand again, and behind him, silently, was the gap opened by Dumbledore.

The parts of the mayfly were suspended again with him as the center, and moved closer to the middle in an orderly manner. The complex structure was wrapped in a silver carapace, and a cylindrical hollow tube was formed on Nelson's shoulder. He closed one eye, and the next second , the strong magic power of the patron saint lingered around him, a thick silver-white beam rushed out from the mouth of the tube, and the strong recoil made him lie on the back of the chair.

When Qiao Kunda opened his eyes again, there was an irreparable big hole in his chest, and the magic spell amplified by the complex structure penetrated its body and rushed straight to the towering black wall. Dumbledore made an identical opening on the edge of the gap, and the buildings along the way left neat circular openings.

The two holes come together like a ridiculous pair of glasses.

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