My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 168

"Are you talking about Zweig? That Jewish wizard?" Dumbledore heard Nelson's description, thought for a moment, and said, "I know him, and Newt had a past with him."

Nelson narrowed his eyes. In the castle where Lori Ann used to live, Newt and Zweig had a confrontation. In that battle, Newt hit Zweig's face twice, and the two even He didn't say anything, completely unlike what he had seen before, he didn't speak, and watched Dumbledore quietly.

"I know him," repeated Dumbledore, shaking his head, "a poor man wounded by blood and fate."

"Poor man?" Nelson repeated.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "I've heard he's half magical animal, but I don't know what animal...he's thrown...that way, it's a tragedy, but listen to me, Nelson, even if He's never used dark magic, and that doesn't mean he can't."

"Professor? Are you serious?" Nelson grinned and smiled warmly, but Dumbledore felt the obvious coldness from his face, "My patron saint spell is Zweig every word , taught me one movement after another, professor, you just said yourself that a wizard who can cast a complete patron saint cannot be a dark wizard, so why are you so sure that he is a dark wizard?"

"Nelson..." Dumbledore raised his hand, ready to apologize, but Nelson was no longer the refined and easy-going boy he was before. He had become another kind of refined and easy-going boy, and he didn't give Dumbledore a chance to intervene at all.

"Professor, may I ask you, do you know Zweig? Do you know what magic he can do? You know what he did before he became a saint, I don't even know, how did you get from 'He and Newt have What kind of black magic can he hear from a story like this in the past?"

Nelson folded his hands, leaning on the back of the chair, and looked at Dumbledore calmly. Although he spoke extremely quickly, his tone was flat. These words pierced deeply into Dumbledore's heart like a powerful spell. , his body suddenly leaned forward, and as Dumbledore often did, he supported his chin with his crossed hands, lowered his head, and said in a low voice:

"Professor, you are wrong. You have been wrong from the very beginning. There are no poor people in this world who are hurt by fate, let alone people who are persecuted by blood. There are no such poor people in the world...even in People can always choose when they are the most downcast, the most vulnerable, and the weakest, can't they?"

Dumbledore, who was silent, opened his eyes suddenly as if awakened suddenly. Only then did he realize that Nelson is no longer an ordinary child. In fact, since September 1939, 9, Nelson has not been the epigram child.

"Nelson, you are right, I have to apologize to you," Dumbledore actually lowered his head and apologized to Nelson. He stared into Nelson's eyes and said seriously, "People like me stay in high places for a long time. I have forgotten where I came from."

Dumbledore smiled wryly and shook his head, with a trace of relief in his eyes, he held the candlestick by the table and said in a hoarse voice: "I thought I knew a lot, but I didn't expect it to become a murderer who interfered with my cognition. ——When I came to Hogwarts to become a Transfiguration teacher, I vowed to educate every student with all my enthusiasm like Hufflepuff, but I never thought that I would do this in front of my students today. Hastily stereotyped a stranger."

"Professor..." Nelson stirred the glass of lemon sundae in his hand, not knowing what to say.

Dumbledore, this man who always looks calm and stable, he seems to have not vented his emotions for a long time, a red flame spread around Dumbledore as the center, Nelson dodged back, It was found that Dumbledore had disappeared in place, leaving only a bird song echoing back and forth in the air.

"..." Nelson sat down and finished the sundae, but Dumbledore still didn't come back. Nelson, who was bored, stood up, walked around the office, and said to himself, "I didn't expect him to come back now." You can Apparate in school."

Nelson propped his chin, looking at the small accessories in the office, poking that one, poking this... until Nelson discovered that there was a slender cabinet hidden behind the door, and the old but dust-free cabinet door was ajar. , as if saying "Come and open me", he walked towards the cabinet as if possessed, but before he could get close, the door of the cabinet bounced open, and the cabinet was empty, only an old and plain gray stone basin was quiet placed inside.

"The Pensieve..." Nelson shook his head, suddenly realizing the inappropriateness and weirdness of his behavior, and the views in his mind were fighting until one side killed the other.

Nelson took out a small glass bottle filled with flowing silver light from his arms, which contained the complete memory of the Paris War that Newt gave him three years ago.

Nelson picked up the silver thread with his magic wand, carefully picked it out of the bottle, and pulled out a long thread. He quietly looked down at the water in the Pensieve that suddenly became cloudy, and poured the memory into it. A small vortex emerged from the very center, and turned faster and faster until the water in the entire stone basin turned the same bright silver color as the memory.

Nelson took a deep breath, held his breath, and buried his head in the basin. He closed his eyes, and his eardrums also made tinnitus due to the momentary pressure imbalance. He almost lost his five senses at that moment, and felt dizzy. The feeling of falling hit Nelson, he tried hard to open his eyes, and only for a moment, the voice next to Nelson's ear suddenly became clear.

Crying, laughing, screaming, the glaring red and scorching air occupied the five senses, and wizards in wizard robes flew around Paris, fighting each other, fighting each other, and even couldn't tell the enemy from ourselves. Black veils covering the sky and the sun fluttered around them, guarding the leader standing at the top of the tall building in the center, with his hands behind his back, as if he was giving an impassioned speech.

Nelson raised his hand, looked around, and found that he was standing on the top of a tall tower in the suburbs of Paris. He blinked, and the three tall and thin figures in front of him overlapped. Nelson opened his mouth and was about to say hello, but suddenly found himself standing in memory.

The three tall and thin figures overlapped. He turned around and held the suitcase in his hand nervously. That was Newt when he was young. His face was not as long as it is now, and he was very tender. He wore a blue windbreaker. Draped loosely on his body, he kept muttering something.

"It's nothing to do with me, it's nothing to do with me, it's nothing to do with me..." Nelson took a step forward, just as he heard Newt's nonsense pacing back and forth, his face was full of confusion, his eyes were closed, and his nose and face were wrinkled Together, until Nelson was completely close, Newt clenched his hands into fists, swung them hard, and said softly but heavily, "I... oh! Forget it!"

He immediately opened the suitcase, and a huge white cat came out of the suitcase. It was the Zou Wu that Nelson had seen. Newt patted its fur, jumped over the railing and jumped forward, one by one. The beast shuttles between the tall buildings of Paris like a monkey.

"Yes," Nelson was impressed by the sensitive figure of the senior. Although he didn't understand why he didn't apparate directly to the battlefield with Zou Wu, but ran around the rooftops instead, handsome is indeed handsome, and he can also Keep up, "It might be better to fly."

As he spoke, Nelson pulled out his wand, pointed at himself, and a puff of smoke exploded on the spot. A sparrow with complex patterns, which seemed to be patched all over his body and even wore a coat appeared there, and walked away towards Newt with his wand in his mouth. direction to fly.

As Nelson, who turned into a sparrow, continued to move forward, the scenery behind him shattered like a shattered mirror, and the realistic scenery was constantly generated in front of Newt who shuttled through the building. This memory is taken from Newt’s experience, so only the things included in his field of vision are eligible to exist.

As he moved forward, the oppressive smell in the air became stronger, and the giant Voldebat was slowly adjusting its body to fill the sky, wrapping Grindelwald layer by layer in a ring.

Newt turned into a side alley, but Nelson didn't follow him again. Instead, he flapped his wings and flew in the direction of Grindelwald.

He saw the two characters that only existed in the background story, a man with blond hair, scars all over his body but a firm expression, holding a wand in his right hand, standing in the air on a broken broom opposite Grindelwald, he Biting his lower lip tightly, the bright red blood slowly dripped down his chin, while his other hand tightly held a lady in a black dress who suddenly appeared by his side, her face was pale, The figure is thin, and the plain black dress looks precarious in the air.

Without anyone's introduction, Nelson knew their names, Mergan Wertning and Elizabeth Williams. He felt that the wings were a bit heavy, and he waved them twice, hovering quietly between Mergan and Elizabeth. Between the two.

Mergan felt that the broomstick suddenly became a little heavier. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a slender, cold hand. The palm of that hand was full of sweat, while the smaller hand rolled over his wrist, holding it tightly. Holding him firmly, Mergan turned his head and met Elizabeth's bright eyes. He looked at Elizabeth and shook his head reproachfully. After a few seconds, the two showed bright smiles at each other. Then, May Ergan turned his head and looked resolutely at the oppressive Dark Lord on the top of the building. Elizabeth also raised her wand. Although her body was precarious, the hand holding the wand was extremely stable.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Grindelwald performed a very standard wizard salute. He held his wand in front of his chest and said softly, "Mr. Wertling and Miss Williams, it's a pleasure to meet you."

After that, he bent down again, looked at the position between Mergan and Elizabeth, did the previous action again, blinked and said, "Good evening."

Nelson hovered at the focus of his sight, feeling mixed feelings in his heart. He really didn't expect that the prophet among wizards could even predict such a thing. He looked up at the sun hiding behind the clouds in the sky, and he understood in his heart that this sentence Good evening is for yourself.

Mergan only thought that Grindelwald greeted the two of them separately, nodded stiffly, and raised his wand.

"Grindelwald!" He swallowed, shook his hair, and said seriously, "What exactly do you want to leave Paris?"

"Interesting," Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, looked away from the two of them, looked at Mergan's face with interest, and said, "I have to say, you are the only one I have seen so far, I don't want to The enemy who took my dog's life."

"I'm not your opponent, Grindelwald," Mergan readily admitted that he was inferior to others, but he said with a look of judgment, "Although I can't defeat you, I have the confidence to hold you back. I believe that Paris The people will save themselves, and your calculations here will not work."

"I couldn't agree more, Mr. Wertling," said Grindelwald, shrugging. "But we've got to try, don't we? We're leaving Paris in fifteen minutes, but I can't help but talk to An opportunity for a powerful wizard like you to compete, Weltening by the stream, this is a name resounding all over the world."

"I'll accompany you at any time, but you might as well take these saints away first." Mergan played a trick.

"Mr. Wertling, why don't you let Miss Williams beside you go first," Grindelwald looked at Elizabeth and said sincerely, "Did you send away your child just now? The child is so young that he cannot live without a mother." , and it seems that you are a little weak, so I will be a bit invincible."

"It's okay," Elizabeth's acting style was as capable as her black ponytail. She poked her hand forward, and a blue electric light rushed out from the tip of the staff, and slammed into Grindelwald's face, shooting Grindelwald. Devo suddenly became thick again, she maintained the beam of light, and continued, "We are two against one, it doesn't matter."

The electric light condensed into a thick beam of light one person wide, which instantly vaporized the railing in front of Grindelwald, completely wrapped him up, and continued to rush backwards.

Almost in an instant, this beam of light reached the horizon, shattered the surrounding clouds in an instant, and shot towards the sky farther away. Almost all the conscious people in Paris looked at the sky and saw this beam of light that was stronger than the sun. To shine brightly.

"Hope I inherited this..." Nelson flapped his wings and looked at the huge, hard-to-close hole in the sky.

"Lady first, this is completely in line with public order and good morals," finally, Elizabeth stopped the supply of magic power, but the spell passed, and even though everything on the roof was melted, Grindelwald stood still intact, and he touched Touching the railing dripping with molten iron, he nodded and said to the air, "Let you see the battle of the strong."

(End of this chapter)