My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 296 I

"What I do is none of your business."

Dumbledore just glanced at Sigmund who appeared at the end of the corridor, then turned his head, and continued to study the wisp of lost mist, "I don't need to introduce it to you, and I don't bother to tell you about it. "

"How is it possible? Albus, anything we do at any time will have any unimaginable impact on anyone, this is fate," Sigmund sneered, stepped on the ground The dagger shards on the ground, and the soles of the black dragon leather boots creaked, "As a person who may be affected by your actions, don't I even have the right to care about what fate may happen to me?"

"Of course, please do what you want." Dumbledore shrugged, the mist in his hand couldn't dissipate in the air under the squeeze of magic power, and it condensed into a constantly changing face, "You have the right to care, but I didn't explain it. obligation."

"Albus, you have to know that communication is always the most powerful means for humans to resolve misunderstandings," Sigmund walked behind Dumbledore, looked at the ever-changing white face in his hand in amazement, and asked curiously , "So what did memory master Albus Dumbledore find in his student's treasure?"

Dumbledore exerted a slight force on his fingers, and the face in his palm instantly shattered into scattered smoke. He turned around, raised his wand, and pressed it against Sigmund's chin.

"Grindelwald, I warn you!" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "I don't know what idea you are playing with Nelson, and I don't know why a living wizard can connect to the Misty Illusion, but you connive His behavior of using magic to develop the Misty Illusion is tantamount to harming him!"

"Why?" Sigmund smiled, and changed into Grindelwald's teasing face in the next second. He even took a step forward, and the tip of Dumbledore's wand dented his jaw , so that his voice became strange, "A wizard who has never learned magic can go to the land of life and death. What a great talent is this? Could it be that your care is to kill other people's talent and turn him into a Dumbledore II, who only relies on his family money to juggle with Transfiguration all day?"

"You are simply unreasonable!" Dumbledore reached out to fish, and he grabbed back the mist that had not completely dissipated. "How many memories are there in such a wisp of mist? You have been with Nelson for so many years, haven't you studied it?" This? You think a wizard's soul can take on so much that doesn't belong to him? Don't you know that every gift of fate has its price?"

"I don't know, Albus." Grindelwald continued to take a step forward, Dumbledore's wand had been bent, "I have never studied other people's things, I just went to the Twilight and found a Big baby, you may not know that Nelson Wertling, like me, is a prophet, and a prophet is the person who is best at giving fate a blank check."

"you!"

Dumbledore shook his head, only holding the wand, and even had the idea of ​​using a spell to penetrate Grindelwald's head for a second, but his arm still loosened his strength and swung it away vigorously. There was a bloody scratch on his chin.

Taking advantage of the shallow wound not yet healed, Grindelwald wiped his chin with his hand with a smile, lowered his head, looked at the bright red blood on his finger, and stepped forward again, looking at Dumbledore holding tightly The wand lowered its right hand and brought its mouth close to his ear.

"Sure enough, Albus, even so," Grindelwald grinned, "we're all the same."

……

"We are the same."

In the misty illusion, Nelson woke up leisurely. His eyes under the silver armor were blue and bright, but there seemed to be a dark ink flowing in the depths. The ink brought a tyranny that had never appeared in these eyes. He took a deep breath, He took a handful of clear water out of the air, splashed it on his face, and closed his eyes. After struggling for a while, his expression and tone returned to the gentleness of a stream that had remained unchanged for more than ten years.

"Peves is different from you!" Peeves was still kicking forward under the grasp of the four big hands, and shouted loudly, "Peves is not human, and Peeves will not lock himself in an iron cage." In the can, Peeves will not force others to goose!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Nelson waved his hands, the four hands stopped, and he just put Peeves into a high-legged pose, "but I still want to say, we are the same, do you want to hear it? Peeves Pee Ghost, I know you have always regarded Hogwarts as your home, don't you want to be a good boy that everyone likes?"

"Speak! What else can Peeves do besides listen!"

Peeves drooped his eyelids and muttered like a puppy who lost a fight for territory, "Peves has no family, these little wizards who come to Hogwarts to study are all bad boys, how can there be a family who would be so angry?" Will it disappear after a year? Even Peeves knows this, and his family will not abandon his home."

His two pointed ears hang down limply, covering the external auditory canal, but the big hand pinching his left arm quickly raises the little finger, and two small hands grow out from it, pinching his ears, insisting that he listen Nelson speaks.

"Look! Look! Even Peeves can't do this kind of thing, are you still human?" Peeves' tone became resigned, with a bit of grievance, "You are really evil , how can there be wizards who can read the memories of ghosts..."

The magical power of negative emotions accumulated over hundreds of years was released by Nelson, and Peeves' body became more transparent, and the cloudy milky white color no longer existed. This may be the real appearance of this ancient castle elf when he was born .

"I'm a little curious," Nelson found the wooden stake that McGonagall liked to squat on when he taught him Transfiguration on a flat lawn, sat on it, and moved Peeves over, "Are you alive?" After all these years, is there anything you want to do?"

"Me?" This was the first time that Peeves used the pronoun "I" to address himself. Nelson was a little confused when he continued, "Peeves, is there anything Peeves needs or wants to do?"

"Isn't there?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, bent down, and patted the lawn next to his buttocks. A short wooden stake emerged from the grass. "Would you like to sit down?"

The big hand formed by the lost fog dissipated in an instant, and Peeves, who raised his legs, fell from the air and sat down on the ground. He looked around blankly, and instead of choosing to run away, he jumped onto the wooden stake, hugging his knees. Huddled in the false annual rings, turned his head, saw the nasty guy in the nasty tin can, snorted, turned his head to the side, and no longer looked in Nelson's direction.

"When I came into this world, I didn't know what I was going to do," Nelson said like Peeves, shrinking his legs to the stakes and hugging them with his hands, but the hard armor made this The difficulty factor of the movement suddenly increased, and the silent armor silently adjusted the joints to look like soft armor, so that Nelson could sit more comfortably, "Later I had a home, a good friend, and After a while, a guy in a purple suit came up to me and told me I was actually a wizard... what would you do if you were me?"

Peeves froze. He lowered his head and buried his head between his knees, but his incorporeal body overlapped. He lost his balance and nearly rolled to the ground.

"Purple suit? Is it Albus? Only he can wear this kind of clothes." Armor, who had been listening for a long time, suppressed his temper and didn't speak, finally couldn't help it, and interrupted, "Of course I went to Ollivander's to buy one. wand, and come to Hogwarts to study!"

"Yes, that's what I do." Nelson shook his head, "But I don't understand, I don't even approve, even though I seem to have some talent in magic, even though I was born to be a wizard, I still feel my My life has been mixed with too many things that should not belong to me, my ideas, my magic, my experience... everything about me seems to be coerced by other people's ideas, pushed away, and even some Tragedy - I understand that tragedies happen all the time in this world, but I don't understand why these things happen to me, I sometimes even wonder if my life was shaped by a crappy author, Do I live in a world of books, are those unimaginable bridges in my life written by a self-righteous person holding a pen, are those dramatic conflicts and transitions just forced by him to advance the plot Conflict, while killing the important people in my life, is he hiding behind a dark desk and letting out a lewd, chuckling laugh?"

There was a sudden gust of wind in the illusion, and it swept away the fallen leaves by the Black Lake. Nelson opened his eyes, looked at this world that was almost the same as reality except for the color, and bit his lips tightly. This was just created by him. .

"Brother... Ravenclaw has also thought about this question. Didn't you say you have seen her? If you are interested, you might as well ask her." Armor first gave his answer, although there is no answer to it. What's the difference, "I'm just a pair of armor, but I once asked Merlin, since he can predict the future, why does he have to do so many things? Since the future can be seen, why doesn't he hang himself on the armor stand like me and wait?" What about future visits?"

"He didn't say anything."

"He...huh? How do you know, he didn't say anything," Armor raised Nelson's left hand and rubbed his hair, "but I think you are at least a powerful wizard, not to mention, you did It’s something a lot of people wouldn’t dare to do.”

"Thank you. Actually, I figured it out a long time ago." Nelson raised his right hand, patted the armor of his left hand, and turned his head to look at Peeves. "Peeves, that's why I said we are the same."

"what?"

"I know you as much as I know myself," Nelson shook his head. "You help others because everyone likes them. When you hurt someone, it's because someone doesn't like them. Your magic determines where you want to go." Do something, even your naughtiness, your naughtiness, just because of the nature of children, we all enjoy a life influenced by others, don't even have to think about what should be done, because there is always someone to do it for us choose."

"Peves was born for pranks," Peeves pouted, poking his neck, but how could he stop his mouth from escaping?His voice gradually weakened, apparently even he was not so sure, "Peeves has been playing tricks since he was born..."

"I have been eating since I was born, am I born to eat?"

Nelson laughed loudly, and the armor also let out a "hohohoho" laugh in coordination.

"I saw the battle between you and Hai Erbo and his descendants in the secret room," Nelson carefully stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of Peeves' head. The touch of a ghost is very similar to that of a ghost. Although it is invisible, you can clearly feel the difference in the medium. Unlike the cold touch of a ghost, Peeves feels hot to the touch, like the blood surging in the heart of a young man. "Look, like you said, no one owns Hogwarts, and the bad guys among them even set traps to kill you. It's just you, you protect the castle, you protect your own. Home...and your own family, Peeves, you know, home is a place where a person wants to go back to when he is tired, and Hogwarts gives everyone a steady stream of motivation so that we will not be tired all our lives, as parents , the child grows up and leaves home, you should be happy."

"Should I be happy?"

Peeves' tone was bewildered, he shook his head, his eyes became clear again, "But I... Peeves felt—"

"Aren't you you?" Nelson interrupted Peeves. "Didn't the word 'I' exist in English a thousand years ago?"

"I..." Peeves turned his head and looked at Nelson blankly.

"Yes, Peeves, you are you," Nelson stared into Peeves' almost transparent eyes, "you protected your home, you are no longer a collection of troublemaker consciousness, you have a mind of your own, I ask You, after all these years at Hogwarts, do you think some of your 'pranks' are really not too much?"

"I... I, I!"

Peeves nodded, then shook his head again, his movements became convulsive, like a film whose reel has been disrupted, mixed magic power rose from all over his body, and his pupils were occupied by the darkness gushing from the bottom of his heart, but it didn't look like Nelson was so tyrannical and chaotic at first, but like a newborn baby, he opened his almond-like black eyes and looked at the world curiously.

"I***"

At the same time, Alphard, who was hungry and wanted to go to Hufflepuff to get something to eat, suddenly fell down the stairs. He grabbed the railing and hung in the air. He saw that the stairs in the corridor began to spin crazily, like It's a very Scottish dance that requires a lot of goose.

　This chapter is from yesterday, and there is another chapter at about two o'clock, which is today
　　
　
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