My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 198 Rescue
"It's not up to you to tell me how to educate my grandson." Amando's eyes darkened, he lowered his head, looked at Andre with his eyes hanging, raised his hand and shot a green light, and his mouth was slick. Without falling behind, "Andre, a teacher like you, what qualifications do you have to judge me?"

"Are you crazy?" Seeing the green light, Andre dodged sideways and cursed with wide eyes, "Death Curse? You are the headmaster of Hogwarts! Are you shameless?"

"I don't care about anything anymore, you don't really think that the last time I suffered was because of my high level?" Amando said disdainfully, "I just didn't bother to use these magics at the time, besides, I have already Found a successor for Hogwarts who is a hundred times better than me!"

Armando Dippet, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, is a highly respected and powerful great wizard. When such a character loses his bottom line and starts to use black magic to fight against the enemy, what can he do? Woolen cloth?Andre was fortunate to be the first person to eat crabs. When he met such a "fallen into magic" wizard, he was already helpless under the intensive attack of Amando's spells.
"You're crazy, Dippet!"

Andre could only dodge and move around and release the protective spell to resist Amondo's attack. There was no way to fight back. Even so, large and small cracks began to appear on his body, and one foot was even completely petrified, hard The ground dragged on the ground, his dodging steps became slower and slower, and the release of the protective spell became more and more powerless.

But Andre didn't dare to run away. He was afraid that Barry would fall into the hands of his crazy grandpa. At that time, Grindelwald would be powerless even if he came to him.

Finally, when Amento released a curse that created a barrier, he rolled into the space under the stairs in the posture of a young wizard. The hole in the hole released a distress call.

The moment he saw the distress signal, Andre's entourage left on the deck rushed down immediately. Just when hope rose in his eyes, the entourage quickly told him with actions that "the miscellaneous soldiers are disappointing." never disappoints.”

In less than ten seconds, these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, who seemed to have just been salvaged from Boston Bay by fishing boats, fell under the spell of Armando.

"There is no need to chatter, Andre, I admit that I am crazy, but so what? Am I not driven crazy by you?" A contented smile, "It's your honor to escape from me so many times, but I swear, I won't let you escape easily this time, bug."

"I've said it countless times! I just went next door to your house to buy a baby sphinx!" Andre Saiyazi ran wildly in the cabin and shouted, "Ask Barry yourself, people at that time Is it me?"

"My grandson...he's too young, he doesn't know anything," Armando shook his head, and then shot out several curses, one of which hit the keel on the top of his head, with a disturbing crackling sound , the hull tilted slowly to one side, and Armando waved his wand, and said in a hurried tone: "I can only see what my eyes see, I will not believe the words of you villains, today, I will Use your most proud black magic to tear you apart!"

"Grandfather, why didn't you use these spells back then?" Barry, who hadn't heard anything for a long time, suddenly asked, "Since you are willing to use this spell, you can find the real murderer with Legilimency."

"I didn't want to—"

Armando's voice softened a little, he turned to face his grandson, and flicked his wand behind him, causing the stairs to collapse, pressing Andre firmly underneath.

"Why do you want to now?"

"Son, of course it's because of you—"

"I know why, Grandfather," Barry said in a flat tone, not at all like a grandson talking to his grandfather, nor like a dying person, "because you found out later that I am not what you imagined. Becoming a person like my father and mother, I have inferior talents, mediocre talents, and cowardly character, and I did not grow up according to your ideas. Not only that, but I also joined Lord Grindelwald, and shamed your great wizard .”

"No, Barry, you are my favorite grandson."

"Yeah, but I'm still not your proudest grandson. I live on your reputation like a psoriasis." Barry lowered his head and buried his eyes deeply between the blades under his feet. "I'm sorry, I Still giving you trouble at the end of my life."

"The last moment of life? No! I won't let you die, don't worry Barry, I will rescue you." Amando lost his composure when fighting Andre, he waved his hands in a panic, and approached Barry He said, "When Grandpa takes down the enemy, he will let you out."

"Can't I even decide my own life or death?" Barry's flat voice fluctuated slightly, his shoulders shrugged, and he said with a half-crying smile, "My damn life is like that damn square on your neckline." Like a towel, I've been folded, ironed, and pressed into sharp creases, but have you noticed that I'm just a towel, or a piece of parchment?"

"Barry, Grandpa will definitely let you decide your own life in the future—"

"Parchment and towels don't fit in your pockets, they have their place," Barry retorted, shaking his head mournfully, "but when you make the crease of a square on them, they I can no longer be myself."

"No, you can be yourself."

The wooden boards under the feet of several people cracked a big crack with a toothache cracking sound. The aftereffect of Amando's broken keel finally appeared at this moment. Through the crack under the feet, one could even see the turbulent undercurrent under the calm sea of ​​Boston Harbor. There was no cry for help from the deck, and no one knew what happened to the ordinary crew members.

Daguerre, who had watched the play for a long time, shouted the gods he believed in in his heart, rolled his eyes, and swore secretly: "If there is a next life, I must not go to Hogwarts."

Seeing the disintegration of the cruise ship, Armando grabbed the cages of Barry and Daguerre nervously, and just as he was about to get started, an erratic male voice interrupted his movements.

"Barry, I said, you can be yourself."

Figures in black robes appeared in the narrow cargo hold, crowding the small bottom of this small cruise ship. When they appeared on the stage, the breaking of the hull stopped. Gellert Green DeVoe, dressed in his usual attire—a plain long trench coat and a long gray scarf, walked out of the crowd with his wand in hand, repeating what he had just said.

"Thank goodness..." Andre, who was playing dead under the wreckage of the stairs, poked his head out. The first time he saw Grindelwald, he lay down in peace. He retrieved a piece of wood that looked like a pillow, and put it under his neck, "Barry is saved...me too."

Grindelwald walked through the crowd and approached Armando, who was on the verge of a formidable enemy.

He bowed slightly, lowered his head, looked up at Armando, and said, "Principal Dippet, although it is a bit out of date, I am very glad to meet you."

"Ge, Lin, De, Wo..." Armando gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the name of the Dark Lord from between his teeth, without saying a word.

"Please let me go, thank you." Grindelwald nodded, bypassed Armando, and went straight to the cage where Barry was held. When he saw the bloody scene inside, his strange-colored pupils shrank violently, but he quickly regained his composure .

"Lord Grindelwald, breaking open the cage like this will only activate the magic mechanism inside." Daguerre interjected unwillingly. Compared with Armando, he was full of respect when he spoke to the Dark Lord, and he did not dare to offend him at all. His beard.

"What are you?" Grindelwald was very dissatisfied with his interruption. He turned his head and looked contemptuously at the cage next door. After seeing the face of the person in the cage, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? I remember You, are you one of those Muggles and wild wizards in America?"

"It's my honor to be remembered by you." Daguerre spoke boldly.

"Hmph." Grindelwald was too lazy to talk to this kind of character. He was not interested in what Daguerre wanted to say at all. He just bent down slowly, stretched out his hand, and covered the railing of the cage wall, touching Barry. The blood-stained fingers touched lightly, looking at Barry's tearful and bloodshot eyes, he nodded and retracted his hand, not caring about the dirty blood and filth on it, just clenched his fists, "Barry, what are you doing for Help me find something to become like this."

"Lord Grindelwald—"

Grindelwald shook his head, raised his index finger to his lips, and interrupted Barry's next words. He put his hands on the cage wall and murmured softly, "It's okay, it's okay, we'll take you home."

Powerful and precise magic power surged into the iron cage through the Elder Wand without the tendency of magic spells. Under Grindelwald's surgical manipulation, the blood filled in the grooves under Barry's body rose up, and the bloody steam flowed along the cage. Qiqiao rushed back into Barry's body.

Barry's body convulsed violently, and as his shaking became larger and larger, a black figure suddenly straightened up from behind him, staring at the man in front of him with wide white eyes.

"Get back."

Grindelwald held his wand and continued to crack the mechanism of the cage without even glancing at the black figure who called himself "Barry Dippet". Following his movements, the iron cage with the blades and hooks inside seemed to be thrown away. Distorted and dissolved as if entering a pool of sulfuric acid, and disappeared without a trace. Barry, who lost his support, bled all over his body and rushed forward. The black shadow behind him went to nowhere, as if he had never appeared before.

Grindelwald half-kneeled on the ground, took Barry, who had fallen forward, into his arms, and carefully stroked his back with a magical hand, comforting, "It's okay, let's go home."

……

"Mr. Wertling, the magic world has always had different opinions on the nature of creatures like dementors."

After another week of History of Magic class, Professor Binns called Nelson into his office. There were stacks of tomes with yellowed pages on the previously empty desk. He told Nelson to sit down and burrowed into the pile of books alone. , pulled out a book of spells with a green cover and chained up, and threw it in front of Nelson.

"But as researchers of history, we must not let this ambiguous statement become the mainstream." Nelson could see the brilliance of seeking knowledge from his big milky white eyes. He put his hands on the cover and floated in front of Nelson, Said, "We can always find clues from the crevices of history."

"Have you discovered anything new?"

"Have."

Professor Binns nodded and shook his head again. He grabbed the bell behind the door and shook it lightly. Several house elves in scarves suddenly appeared in the office with their backs to Nelson, holding a blackboard. The body was hidden behind the blackboard as much as possible, and it was quickly installed on a bracket, and then disappeared.

"Mr. Wertling, what I'm going to say next, you can take it as an extra-curricular tutoring, don't worry, it won't become the content of your final exam," Professor Binns clapped his hands, each line glowing with silver light The cursive words appeared on the blackboard, and the ghost professor's expression was a little excited and a little shy, "To be honest, I haven't changed the syllabus for 1000 years, and this is the first time I've talked about such a taboo topic."

Nelson sat up straight and looked at Professor Binns intently.

"For a long time, we have been acquiescing to the fact that Pythia, the ancient Greek witch, defeated Herbo, who was doing all kinds of evil at that time," Professor Binns said, "Muggles have adapted those histories into myths, but in fact, In the eyes of the wizards, the gods who fly into the sky and move mountains to fill the seas in these stories are just wizards who violated the principle of secrecy."

"In Greek mythology, Pythia was just an ordinary priestess who served Apollo, with a bit of prophecy ability. It is well-known, but Hai Erbo, who has ravaged Greece for hundreds of years, was indeed under her single-handed plan to collapse." Professor Binns introduced with reverence, "People know little about her, but as far as she is concerned, she is the biggest The achievement in the field of magic is the development of a spell that can help wizards resist dementors after a thousand years-the Patronus Charm."

"Is she a spell developed for dementors?"

"I'm not sure, but in terms of effect, the Patronus Charm does have a miraculous effect against dementors. I believe you know this too."

Nelson nodded in agreement.

"That's not the point I want to say. You know that before the appearance of patron saints and dementors, there was a special kind of existence in the wizarding world. They didn't need spells to stimulate the energy combined with emotion and magic, but they couldn't control it. "Professor Binns tapped on the blackboard, and a brand new word appeared on it, "They may even be the prototypes of dementors and patron saints."

(End of this chapter)