My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 153 Grindelwald's Conspiracy

"Mr. Grindelwald, I think we should start with simple things." Nelson looked at the strange bird on the opposite side as if facing an enemy, and seriously gave what he thought was a pertinent suggestion, "Such as quail or something? I heard that When other people learn to fight magical creatures, they start with boggarts or leprechauns and the like."

"Do you think you can only win against one quail?" Grindelwald's mouth twitched, "It's just an ordinary bird. You see, it has no special ability except for flying, it's just bigger, and Compared with the real magical beasts, it is still far behind. Did you know that your Professor Dumbledore has a phoenix in his family? It only needs one claw, which is enough to wipe out this mere appearance bird... ...What's more, if you fight with me, you will only use some boring things like paint."

"I'm just afraid of hurting you by mistake." Nelson spread his hands.

"You? You hurt me by mistake?" Grindelwald laughed angrily, he grinned and said, "Are you afraid of provoking me? But I told you before, if you can really hurt me , I’m too happy to be in time.”

"Why are you so obsessed with cultivating me?" Nelson finally asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"Do you want to know? I'm a little curious, have you seen anything from the future?" Grindelwald asked back, "I can tell you, as long as you can defeat it."

"No matter what method? As long as it can defeat it?"

"No matter what method you use." Grindelwald nodded. In his cognition, this bird should be the limit of Nelson's ability to fight against magical creations. He also wanted to see how far Nelson could do it. Nelson was in his In his eyes, it was like the fog of confusion produced by the talent of transformation. Even Grindelwald, who was as experienced as he was, couldn't see what was hidden in the eyes of this drifting young man.

Grindelwald smiled sullenly, and glanced at the black flame burning on the tail of the giant bird in the blind spot of Nelson's vision, "As long as you can defeat it beautifully, I will tell you everything you want to know."

"Okay." Nelson nodded, he could finally try the ultimate move against transformation spells that he had already constructed in his heart.

Under the gaze of Grindelwald, Nelson raised his wand, pointed at the giant black bird suspended in the air, and uttered some obscure and strange spells in his mouth, which was exactly what Nelson learned from Tom. Slytherin's Transfiguration Charm, but unlike in the past, what he said was a wrong version of Slytherin's Transfiguration Charm.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a slight explosion, a cloud of white smoke burst out centered on the giant bird. Under Grindelwald's surprised expression, the white smoke quickly dissipated, leaving behind an emerald green toad with a few black feathers hanging on its body Struggling in the air, it puffed up its cheeks and let out a "croak".

Grindelwald looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. As Dumbledore's former best friend, this great wizard known for black magic also has extraordinary attainments in the transformation spell. From his understanding, Nelson should try his best , and started a bitter battle with the big bird - the condensed Fiercefire and the feathers that were as hard as fine steel were all "gifts" he had prepared for Nelson hidden in the giant bird's body.

"What is this?" He quickly accepted his little failure, and instead became curious about Nelson's methods.

"This is a product of the failure of ancient transfiguration. When I fail to transform an item, it will turn into a toad like this." Nelson's face was a little pale, and it was necessary to transform such a huge magical creature alive. The failure also consumed most of his magic power, but the joy in Nelson's eyes was not affected at all. The use of this spell was exactly as he imagined, and it seemed that he had mastered another ultimate move against Transfiguration, " When it transforms successfully, it will be more stable than normal transformation spells, but when it fails, it will be like this, and I don't know why."

Nelson shrugged and went on, "Its spell is—"

"You don't need to tell me," Grindelwald waved his hand, "You just need to know this kind of spell yourself. Unique spells are the greatest wealth of every wizard."

"Okay," Nelson nodded, "does that count as my win?"

"Of course, I can still renege on my debt." Grindelwald turned around gracefully, picked up the croaking toad from the air, looked at it for a moment, then threw it aside, and said, "As a reward, next you My magic learning is personally supervised by me, to put it bluntly, learning from a wizard like me is an opportunity that many people dream of."

"Mr. Grindelwald, you said you would tell me—"

"Of course I'll tell you, Nelson." Grindelwald smiled and waved his wand, and Nelson suddenly felt the world spinning around him, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and soon became a warm room with exquisite decoration and a burning fireplace.

"Sit at will." Grindelwald pressed Nelson's shoulders and pushed him onto a knitted sofa, saying that he could sit at will, but he still arranged a place for Nelson.

Nelson noticed that the pattern of this sofa cushion was exactly the same as the one in Dumbledore's office. Maybe the two of them went to the furniture store to buy it together.

"Mind if I have something to drink?" As soon as Grindelwald finished speaking, he took out a bottle of mead from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, leaned against the fireplace, and asked, "You are a prophet, It should be understood that I sometimes see some images that seem real and unreal, and some situations are so bizarre that I always feel that I am delusional."

"Some." Nelson nodded, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Grindelwald's gourd.

"I was plagued by these 'memories' when I was young, and it wasn't until I was older that I realized that what I was seeing were real memories," Grindelwald said intoxicated, swallowing a sip of wine, "Those happened in the future True memories, which may come from my future self, or may be what the world wants to tell me."

"But the prophecy is actually not accurate."

"No, it's absolutely accurate," Grindelwald shook his head and said sternly, "I know that there are many talented guys like you in history who think that what they see is false, and such people are most likely to be played by fate. I must remind you that facing the fate that you can see is the most suitable way to deal with this gift."

"..." Nelson nodded. In his heart, he always believed that those who are most likely to be played by fate are those who believe in fate too much, such as Voldemort who will create an enemy for himself in the future, and Grindelwald who is now a little crazy.But he just shook his head and didn't say much.

"I know what you're thinking," Grindelwald stared into Nelson's eyes. When the two looked at each other, Nelson saw the color of the pupil of his right eye turn from dark to bright. Grindelwald's voice was a little excited, and he held his chest Said, "I saw in the prophet that Muggles made steel fighter planes and saw them create strong ships and cannons that could destroy the world. At that time, I thought, Muggles, those people who can't feel magic at all How could a foolish guy have such great power? But later when I actually saw the fighter jets whizzing over my hometown, I felt a deep fear, those fragments of destruction are the most real reality.”

"This is Nurmengard..."

"That's right, that's my original intention of establishing Nurmengard. As it turns out, I was right," Grindelwald looked out the window, and Nelson followed his gaze to look out the window and found himself in Nurmengard , this should be the high tower where Grindelwald lived. He saw that the sky outside was covered with a faint blue film, and sporadic wizards were fighting at the border of the film, but Grindelwald didn't seem to care about the ongoing battle at all. Looking back, looking at Nelson, he said, "So much so that I am more and more afraid, afraid that I will become the kind of guy who is bound by fate, and I feel more and more that a shackle is being put around my neck, getting tighter and tighter, making me Can't breathe...so you know how happy I am to see you?"

"Me?" Nelson, who was inexplicably mentioned, pointed at himself, very confused, what does this have to do with himself?

"I foresee so many things that the world thinks I'm a lunatic," Grindelwald looked at Nelson, not hiding the heat in his eyes at all. He stepped forward and said to Nelson, "When everything I foresee When everything is happening around me, the fear has completely surpassed the pride. I hate my foresight more and more, because when everything happens, I have foreseen it, and what I fear most is that at the end, there will be a A horrible future awaits me."

"Terrible future?" Nelson's throat clenched.

"But everything has changed," Grindelwald said cheerfully, dancing, "Nelson, do you know where you are special? You don't exist in my future."

"Without me?"

"That's right, Nelson!" Grindelwald took a step forward, and Nelson dodged back in fright. He reached out, grabbed Nelson's collar, and said loudly, "Nelson! In all the futures I know, there is no you Do you know what this means?"

Nelson shook his head.

"You know what that means!" Grindelwald seemed to think that Nelson should know everything, and he said excitedly, "If my life were a book, then you would be the character that the author doesn't know, and you might come from the pages of the book. It may come from a waste manuscript with a wrong title page binding, or it may even come from another book, your existence is not bound by any plot, any outline of any story, you can change the whole story!"

"..." Nelson pursed his lips, and under Grindelwald's gaze, he spoke slowly, "Then what do you need me to do?"

"I will not let you do anything, I will not ask you for anything, I will ask for nothing from you, instead, I will give you everything you want, magic, power, wealth, power, fame, Grindelwald's eyes were full of delusion, "I will not try to interfere with your decision in any way, it will make you involved in my story, I just want you to do everything you want with your own ideas, and The horrific ending I dread will definitely be changed—compared with what you Professor Dumbledore likes to do most, I am more willing to let it go, and I believe that you will definitely bring me unimaginable surprises."

"Can this be considered as having nothing else to do?" Nelson asked softly, turning his face to one side.

"I will give you all the support you want. Think about it, since you came to Nurmengard, have I distorted any of your thoughts?" Grindelwald asked back, "Even I know that I am yours." Enemies are not stingy about cultivating them, and speaking of this, I feel a little strange."

"What's strange?"

"Nelson, are you Nelson Wertling or Nelson Williams? When I tell you that I am your father-killer, I can't even see a wave in your eyes. Sometimes you It really confuses me that you act more like a Muggle, what do you really want when you follow the crowd like this?" Grindelwald stared at Nelson's side face, as if he could see flowers from above. , After a while, he loosened Nelson's collar, clapped his hands, and said to himself, "You don't seem to have your own attitude towards anything. I can't see what you care about except your own friends. This is not the psychology a strong person should have."

"I'm not a strong person..."

"It's just that you think, Nelson, do you think you are weak?" Grindelwald retorted, "I can't even imagine how far you will grow in time, so what exactly do you want?"

"I don't know what I want either," Nelson shook his head with a wry smile, "I came to Europe with a purpose, which was the only thought left to me by my most important elders, but now I feel instead that only With my own strength, I can't do it..."

"what?"

"He wants peace, it's pretty weak, isn't it?"

"Peace?" Hearing these two words, Grindelwald opened his mouth and laughed loudly, "Haha, even if you say you want to be the king of the world? What kind of ideal is this?"

"Isn't it possible?" Nelson felt that this era full of war was completely different from what he had imagined. If he wanted to make a change, even with the help of magic, there was no hope at all.

"Of course." Looking at Nelson's speechless expression, Grindelwald laughed out loud, and he changed the subject, "If you were to fight alone, you might not be able to do much after the battle is over, but—"

"but?"

"However, with my help, everything will be different." Grindelwald's eyes shone with confidence, "Under my teaching, you can become the greatest wizard in the world, and you can have difficult The power of imagination, at that time, you can do all the things you want."

(End of this chapter)