My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 139 Reunion

"You came?"

On the top of the Eiffel Tower, a silver-haired man in a black windbreaker stood quietly, overlooking the majestic black veil over Paris. He stretched out his hand, the corner of the windbreaker was windless, and the road lingering over the city seemed like a fairy tale. The nightmarish black veil came alive, stretching out a dark and deep streamer wrapped around his hand.

"Why can't I come? I'm here to prevent you from arson." The man opposite him is tall and tall, but his face is haggard, and his posture is a bit bent. He seems to be standing on something in the air, but there is nothing under his feet. His hair was draped over his shoulders and hadn't been taken care of for a long time. The man also raised an arm. Under the silver wizard robe, the hand holding the wand firmly pointed at his former best friend. He sighed and said in a hoarse voice, " Gellert, how long has it been since we saw each other?"

"After that time in Godric's Hollow," the man standing on the top of the iron tower was Gellert Grindelwald, who hadn't appeared in Nurmengard for a long time. He stroked the black veil wrapped around his arm with a relaxed tone said, "Look, Albus, how big was he when we first picked him up? Look, he's overwhelming and overwhelming now."

"Gellert," said Dumbledore with trembling lips, "I really can't imagine how many people you have to kill to feed him so big? Do you think it's magnificent? It's all a sin!"

"No," Grindelwald shook his head, looked at Dumbledore sympathetically, and persuaded, "Albus, with all due respect, you are still as weak, as preachy, and as vague as before—you never Voldebat's body saw sin, but to me it was hope."

"Hope?" Dumbledore pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Yes, Albus," Grindelwald shook his arm, and the tentacles of the Voldebat fell off his arm. He looked into the distance and said seriously, "Did you know that in the far east, Muggle During the war, the heads of the enemies will be cut off and piled up in the shape of Egyptian pyramids, and they will be placed at the junction of the frontiers. This kind of spectacle is called "Jingguan", what do you think of it?"

"It's not good, you are really getting more and more crazy." Dumbledore's body floated forward and landed on the top of the iron tower. "It's just a barbaric and cruel custom, and you! Grindelwald! What is the difference between your behavior and those barbarians?"

"You don't even want to call me Gellert...but you're wrong, Albus," said Grindelwald, still staring at Dumbledore with that pitiful look, "you know? During the dynasties of Jingguan, the countries in the east almost never encountered invading enemies, because they used a massacre to protect their people from being harassed in the next few years, decades, or even hundreds of years. Those governments who blindly negotiate peace, their so-called mercy can only bring endless tragedies to their own people, and the war is not only not stopped, but also makes the enemy advance!"

"Don't look at me like that! Grindelwald!" Dumbledore snapped, and the tip of his staff began to gather red light. "You only have cold numbers and results in your heart, and you don't understand love at all!"

"Put down your wand, Albus." Grindelwald shook his head. "You can't hurt me at all, just as I can't hurt you. We signed a blood oath."

"I..." Dumbledore lowered his hand weakly, and said with a wry smile, "I...well, but Gellert, what you do is also planting trees, and one day you will be swallowed by the bitter fruit you planted , the fire you set in Paris 12 years ago will burn on your head one day..."

"Bitter fruit? Are you referring to your petty tricks? Letting a magizoologist spoil my business? Falsely sympathizing with a student you admire when he's expelled, and then one day sending him to the world's most evil, most The most powerful and ruthless dark wizard to die there?" Grindelwald sneered, turned his head and said, "You don't really think that I will fall into his hands, do you? I even thought that if I killed him, would it make me You are sad, if I don't cherish talents, how could I give him so many opportunities?"

"Shut up, Gellert," Dumbledore avoided talking about Grindelwald's topic, "You put yourself too high, it's not good, you have no right to decide the fate of others."

"Hahaha, Albus, you should be a politician in your country!"

Grindelwald opened his arms and laughed wildly, and the Voldebat in the sky above Paris also became restless because of his action. It was stirring and churning like thick smoke, and it was about to swallow the buildings below it and even the entire city—until the sky in the distance Suddenly there was a clear bird song, and a small but fiery figure rushed into the black mist, and the restless Voldebat instantly fell silent.

"Is it Fox?" Grindelwald glanced over there, then turned his head, waved his hand to show Dumbledore the city under his feet, and said intoxicated, "Albus, look, although people have memories, they also have memories. Time, not to mention the city - 12 years ago, the city under our feet was destroyed by a fierce fire, but you see, it has recovered and is even more prosperous than before - Muggles They don’t even know this, they don’t even have perception, how can they remember the pain? Besides, the so-called pain is just sacrificing some insignificant characters to make them the nourishment for a brighter future. Albus! Everything is for the greater good!"

"History exists in memory, and one day it will be concluded."

"You're talking nonsense again, Albus, is this another famous saying you copied from?" Grindelwald took a step forward, staring directly into Dumbledore's eyes, and asked, "Is it true?" Aren't you doing the same thing? Seeing that the previous proud disciple seemed to have no way out of me, so he used the same tricks to force another student away? History exists in memory? There are more than just traces of Legilimency on his body , you even dropped a crouching demon on him, now you come here and talk to me about memory? You tell me that history exists in memory? You are a master at playing with memory. If it weren't for the ghost in your school, you wouldn't even I'm going to play with history, do you think you are qualified to say this to me?"

"I……"

"I'm just solving the inequality. A city of Muggles is smaller than all wizards, so I choose to sacrifice them, I repeat! These sacrifices are insignificant to the greater good!"

"Don't you think Ariana's death is insignificant?" Dumbledore couldn't control his expression anymore, roared angrily, and with a wave of his hand, the magic power from the tip of the wand cut off a corner of the iron tower platform.

Hearing this sentence, Grindelwald's expression froze. He stood silently opposite Dumbledore. The two looked in opposite directions. Except for the corners of their clothes and hair blown by the wind, the scene at this time seemed to be A frame of stop motion animation.

"Are you here this time just to discuss these old things with me?" Grindelwald opened his mouth slowly, his tone no longer as confident as before. He sighed and took out a cigarette out of nowhere , hung in his mouth, and kept searching for something on his body. After a while, he turned around empty-handed and said, "Oh, I lost the lighter that time, and I never smoked again. I thought I had already I quit, but...haha."

Grindelwald laughed twice, took the cigarette in his mouth and threw it aside, crushed it with his toes, and said earnestly, "I think, what happened back then was definitely not what any of us wanted to see, I thought Today will be a touching reunion, but... If you insist on bringing up the old things today, then I will not escape. I admit that in my life, I have done some wrong things, but believe it or not, I Everything is done so that these tragedies never happen again."

"So you set fire to Paris? Let countless families and wives be separated, and their families destroyed?" Dumbledore gradually grasped the initiative of the conversation, and pursued the victory, "Isn't their tragedy a tragedy? Is it only you—Gellert Green Is the tragedy that DeVoe admits is a tragedy?"

"I never said that, but for the benefit of the majority, it is necessary to make a few people suffer something bad. It is a necessary sacrifice."

"You are running out of words, Gellert." Dumbledore said mockingly, "but I don't want to argue with you today, I just want to tell you that I don't blame you for what happened back then, Ariana is I killed it."

"Back then... what?" Grindelwald's eyes widened, and he seemed to have completely lost the ability to manage expressions. He retorted in surprise, "No, no, no, we all know what happened at that time, she—"

"No," Dumbledore said, stepping closer to the surprised Grindelwald, looking into his eyes, "I was taught by one of my students that when there is a riot, everyone who wears shoes is A murderer who tramples on others, let alone a relative like me... although she and he may disagree."

Dumbledore showed a bitter expression, shook his head helplessly, and repeated, "Although they may not agree..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, who was completely different from before. As the conversation turned into a dispute, the two of them took a step forward, and I took a step forward. The two who were separated at the beginning were almost face to face.

"Is this student of yours Nelson Wertling?" Grindelwald asked suddenly.

"That's right, it's him." Dumbledore didn't deny it, but the moment he heard the name, a sense of powerlessness flooded his heart.

"I think he's better than you." Grindelwald shrugged, "After I told him about his life experience, he could even chat with me without changing his face—I felt his killing intent at that moment, but Disappear immediately, you know? Albus, I think if I can die at his hands one day in the future, that will be a really interesting and meaningful way to die."

"What did you do to him?" asked Dumbledore nervously. "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything, I just helped him recognize his talent, and I didn't even help him expel the Winged Demon you hid beside him."

"that's not me--"

"Who knows?" Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore's argument again, and said proudly, "Compared with the principal who forced him to leave, I think everything I do is more like a qualified educator. I gave him a place to stay in troubled times, and I opened the Nurmengard Library for him. I told him everything that happened that year without reservation. Arranged for him to go to the safest place, and arranged for the best educator among the saints to teach him his homework for the next few years, and I even advanced money to let him eat casually in the restaurant downstairs... Don't worry, Albus , you may look down on him, but he is my treasure, a person who has never appeared in the future I predicted, he will surprise you!"

Dumbledore's expression froze, his eyes full of worry.

"Isn't it? You're not thinking about cutting grass and roots, are you?" Grindelwald said with an exaggerated expression, "To tell you the truth, I believe he will surprise me too. Sometimes I even think that he won't be you Specially send it to my heir. I have the same prophetic talent as me, good magical talent, and that knowledge and mind. I am already surprised that a person who was upper body by the crooked demon can come to Europe alive. , I didn't expect him to do better!"

"Gellert, our affairs should not continue to the next generation." Dumbledore took another step forward, almost face to face with Grindelwald, and he said seriously, "You shouldn't do this."

"I just gave him hatred, gave him a chance, and finally gave him strength," Grindelwald spread his hands, as if to hug Dumbledore, "just like you did back then."

"You are too narrow, you think others are as narrow as you," Dumbledore suddenly stretched out his hands, hugged Grindelwald tightly, and jumped to the side under his surprised eyes, "Although I I can't hurt you, but I can pull you and hurt myself."

"I have to say, you are much smarter," Grindelwald fell down in Dumbledore's arms, he opened his arms, felt the strong wind surrounding his body, and laughed heartily, pointing casually, the distant A high-rise building was on fire, and then he hugged Dumbledore with his backhand, and said with a smile, "If I keep hugging like this, I am willing to die with you, but there is another proud student of yours in that building, the first grader. Tom Marvolo Riddle, who was also honored to be part of our ceremony."

After all, Grindelwald closed his eyes, enjoying the weightlessness and soaring heart rate brought by the fall, the surrounding wind became so subtle that he could even hear Dumbledore's heartbeat.

When he was halfway down, he suddenly felt empty in his arms, opened his eyes, and the fire in that building was extinguished.

Grindelwald smiled, closed his eyes, and fell free. This conversation was meaningless, but he was very happy.

When he was about to bottom out, he disappeared suddenly together with the Voldebat entrenched over Paris. The noon sun shone on the earth abruptly, wrapping the whole city in light. With the arrival of the sun, the temperature of Paris also increased. slowly rising.

(End of this chapter)