My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 152 The Center
In the second week after meeting Newt, Nelson came to Krakow according to the agreement with Andre. Under the operation of the German army, this ancient city in the center of Europe has changed greatly since the last time Nelson left.

With Krakow as the center, a large number of military camps, research centers, military factories, and concentration camps for political prisoners and captives have been established around the city. Among them, the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp is the largest, and the war victims who have already moved in There are also many people.

Crazy scientists from Germany have already set their sights on this "resource-rich" "treasure land" and have submitted applications to establish research centers - those vacant buildings are just for them.

What the despicable Haierbo saw from Pythia's prophecy is happening, and he is inevitably slipping into the abyss. When Nelson revisited his hometown and once again climbed to the top of the mountain where Haierbo's remnant soul was hidden, he held the green title in his hand. With a ring in the shape of a tailed snake, his mood inevitably became depressed.

"Mr. Wertning, that building over there is prepared for you. It's called the 'Central'." The saint who followed him was full of energy for the "leader" who came to inspect. Pointing to the tour guide, he pointed to the circular building located in the middle of a huge plain on the west side of the town, and said warmly, "I heard that you are going to stay here permanently, we specially used the most authentic British decoration in your residence, There are also professional chefs to provide your hometown flavor.”

"I don't need the flavor of my hometown... Actually, I'm not British," Nelson's thoughts were interrupted by the black-robed saint, and he was pulled back to reality. He looked at the huge circular building, looked at the familiar shape, He asked confusedly, "If I remember correctly, a magical transmission center is going to be built here to transport wizards and supplies across continents, isn't it?"

"That's right," the saint nodded, "You really care too much."

Sure enough, no matter what era and what camp, there are always people who are good at flattering people and seeing every corner. Nelson got the answer and continued to ask, "So what is that? A particle accelerator? Is it necessary to build a teleportation array so big? Or is it the whole thing?" This building is my office?"

Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the black building in the distance. From above, it looked like a black disc carved with mysterious patterns. It was pitch black and hardly reflected light. Only the metal edging at the corners could vaguely express it. The structure, the circle at the top is very round, engraved with the mark of the saint - the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Since it was too far away and there was no reference, he couldn't tell how big this "central building" was, but he could tell just based on the area of ​​the farther disc in his field of vision being as large as a newly completed building complex at the foot of the mountain. It's definitely not that small.

Nelson can imagine what kind of urban legends about the Central will be circulated on the Internet in a few decades.

"Particle accelerator? What is that?" The black-robed saint replied with a puzzled expression, "Sir, since this is the operation center of intercontinental transmission, the area must not be too small. In order to maintain long-term stability, several With tens of thousands of magic props, this area is just right."

"That's it." Nelson nodded, and said his suggestion casually, "I think lightweight and portability are the general trend of technological development."

"It can only be done to this extent now." The tone of the black-robed saint could not hear any apology. He seemed to be very satisfied with his results, and he just continued to explain, "Mr. Wertling, according to Grindelwald Your lord's request, there is a field specially prepared for you on the top floor of the hub."

"What venue?" A question mark slowly appeared above Nelson's head, "Didn't it be fine for me to come and take a look occasionally? Is there anything wrong with me?"

"I'm not sure about this." The black-robed saint shrugged and said, "This is Lord Grindelwald's order, maybe he has some considerations, you can go and see for yourself... By the way, can you apparate?" ?”

"I will," Nelson squinted at him, straightened his collar, took out his wand, and disappeared instantly, "I'll go to the upper floor to have a look."

……

"Nelson, is that all you can do?"

The upper floor of the center is a large room similar to a warehouse, which perfectly restores various environments such as blocks, forests, flat land, corridors of the British Ministry of Magic, and the headmaster's office of Hogwarts. Before Nelson arrived, Grindelwald had already Waiting for him here, he seemed to be obsessed with the duel game he initiated, and sent out the invitation the moment Nelson opened the door.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I only know a little bit of spells." Nelson hid behind a mailbox, stretched out his wand from a blind corner, and fired spells in the direction of Grindelwald indiscriminately.

"When you are fighting with people, do you still have to inform others that you know less spells and need him to stand still and let you fight?" Grindelwald asked back, approaching Nelson with empty hands.

"..." Hearing the sound getting closer, Nelson gritted his teeth, pulled out his other wand from his pocket, and shot backhand at Grindelwald one by one in each hand.

In an instant, all kinds of spells flew towards Grindelwald. Nelson didn't know what was going on behind him, but only heard Grindelwald's footsteps without even disrupting the rhythm.

He was still strolling through Nelson's "hail of bullets", and he didn't know whether it was Nelson's bad luck or that he couldn't aim at this angle at all. None of the dozen or so spells he fired in a row flew in the direction of Grindelwald, but The furnishings in the room were blasted to pieces.

"That's right, your left and right hands can cast spells proficiently, which is great," Grindelwald said in a calm voice, "but why do you have to shout out the spell every time before casting a spell? Even if you can't cast spells silently, It’s not necessary, is it? Could it be possible to increase your magic power if you have a loud voice? Could it be that your ninety-degree obstacle curse can hit me if you speak too loudly?”

"Really?" Nelson leaned against the postbox and panted heavily, taking the time to recover his strength, not to mention the consumption of mana, the string of rap-like retribution just now was enough to make a person with low lung capacity lose his breath, after a while , He stuffed the black walnut wand that he was not using very well into his pocket, took out a handful of small silver balls, picked out one of them and threw it behind him, a huge tiger rushed towards Grindelwald from the air, He opened his bloody mouth and bit his neck.

"Besides, your act of casting magic indiscriminately is a waste of your own magic power." Grindelwald continued to comment, without panic facing the tiger, "Even if you use your feet to hold the wand, so what can you do? If you can't hit anyone, what's the difference between ten thousand ways and one way?"

Feeling the bloody smell rushing towards his face, he nodded in satisfaction. He finally pulled out his wand and waved it casually. With a puff of green smoke and a bang, the tiger turned back into a small silver ball and fell to the ground , bounced again, sending out a crisp echo in the empty room.

"Nice transformation, I like the fur color of this tiger," Grindelwald said with a hint of appreciation in his voice, and then he changed the topic, "But only transformation is useless, I don't think you should be so stupid Trying to defeat a wizard with a mindless beast."

"Indeed." Nelson was overjoyed when he heard the crisp sound of the ball bouncing and falling on the ground, and silently counted down: "Five..."

"A wizard who only specializes in a certain kind of magic will not become a real strong man," Grindelwald said, "When I was young, I had an enemy whose black magic was the most powerful I have ever seen. , he once took out a dragon with a Killing Curse - and in that alone, he is the most powerful Dark wizard in the world."

"Four..." Nelson carefully felt the gap between the bouncing of the ball on the ground, and sandwiched a handful of silver balls between his fingers.

"But he died in the end, do you know how he died?"

"Three..." Nelson pinpointed the time when the ball hit the ground again, and pressed his hands full of silver balls to the ground.

"He was poisoned to death by a trainee Auror from South Africa," Grindelwald said with a hint of ridicule in his voice, "Who would have thought that a dark wizard who is so proficient in black magic can't even understand potions in the fourth grade, He had more than 40 bottles of antidote on him, but he just didn't know which bottle to drink."

"Two..." Gently exerting force with his palm, Nelson gently pushed the silver ball full of hands in the direction of Grindelwald.

"The trainee Auror couldn't apply any deadly poison at all. It was the dark wizard who mixed his various antidotes and poisoned himself to death," Grindelwald sighed, "What a pity, I wanted to ask him for advice."

"One..." Nelson saw from the corner of his eye that the balls had left the back of the mailbox. Before Grindelwald noticed them, he jumped out from behind the mailbox, raised his wand and pointed at Grindelwald, and shouted ,"Avada Kedavra!"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He raised his wand, not because he was afraid of Nelson's killing curse, but because he was a little worried about what kind of spell this non-standard spell could create.

He waited, but found that there was no green light coming from the tip of Nelson's staff. Only then did he realize that the voice and picture of the boy opposite seemed to be out of sync.

"Zero!" Nelson is a humble person who is good at taking suggestions. Before he shouted the extremely non-standard death curse, he had already cast Apparation quietly. Grindelwald watched his figure become Unreal, and then appeared in front of a container at the far end of the room, he opened the door, walked in, and closed the door behind his back.

Grindelwald's heart skipped a beat. He realized that he had underestimated his opponent, so he clenched his wand tightly and looked around as if he was facing a big enemy. Then, his sidelight caught the little ball that Nelson turned into a tiger at first , its kinetic energy has been exhausted, and it stopped on the ground at this moment, with cracks rapidly appearing on the surface.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and transparent shields emerged around him, forming an airtight cover.

His eyes were focused on the small ball that was gradually cracking. When the cracks covered the surface of the ball, it exploded from the inside out, bursting out with a burst of intense glare.

Grindelwald was blinded by the white light, and in the next second, he heard the sound of dozens of small balls bouncing on the ground.

They are dense, like raindrops, like an army, like a swarm of bees.

When the first crack sounded, Grindelwald chose to Apparate directly into the container where Nelson was hiding. He had a hunch that if he stood there, he might make a fool of himself.

Nelson was clawing at the door of the container, looking out with relish. There were bursts of dull explosions in the distance, and a green mushroom cloud rose from where Grindelwald had just stood.

"What did you do?" Nelson felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and found that Grindelwald was also looking out through the crack of the door.

Seeing the horror outside, Grindelwald took a breath. He pushed open the door and looked at the ground that had been completely dyed green. He sniffed the smell in the air—it was just ordinary dye, if If you get hit, you won't suffer much harm, but you will definitely be greatly insulted.

"Mr. Grindelwald, that's just ordinary dye. Those little balls at the end are what I use for marking and signaling," Nelson explained without moving. Green fireworks, for survival and—”

"Okay, okay," Grindelwald held his forehead, "Then what is the small ball at the beginning?"

"That's a small ball I specially customized. It's hollow, and a one-time powerful lighting technique is sealed inside - I improved it, shortening the life of the light source, but greatly improving its brightness." Nelson explained, thinking He hummed in satisfaction: "Ancient people, this is called a flash bomb, this is called modern warfare!"

"I see," Grindelwald nodded thoughtfully, "When I destroy its transformation, it will explode, depriving me of my vision with glare."

"Yes."

"Good idea," Grindelwald patted Nelson on the shoulder, "but have you ever thought about what would happen if you didn't have these props around you? Like now."

He took his wand and flicked Nelson's pocket, and it sealed shut.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I know this spell," Nelson raised his wand, "It's as bright as the day!"

A flash of white light flashed, and Grindelwald closed his eyes again, feeling empty. When he opened his eyes again, Nelson was already standing opposite the pool of green paint.

"You are really clever." He smiled and shook his head, appeared opposite Nelson, picked up half a small ball on the ground, and cast a spell softly, a big black bird appeared on his wrist, "I have seen you Transformation, come see my transformation... beat it, and that's it for today."

Grindelwald seemed to be confident in his Transfiguration. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the big bird that jumped at Nelson.

Looking at this strange eagle-like bird, Nelson felt a strong sense of oppression. The cold claws and beak made people shudder. This should be a hard battle.

(End of this chapter)