My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 356 The Dark Lord's Guilty
No piece of sky has ever experienced such a big change in one day. The black veil hangs from the sky, like a skirt left by a water god. Like the doomsday, it not only fell from the sky, but also devoured the sky, tearing the sunlight on people's heads to pieces.

The light of the sky weakly shone through the veil, casting a black and white filter on the wizards fighting on the ground. A movie with a similar picture was being played in the city of Boston. The experience of being played with by rabbits when I first entered the city, the voice actor next to the screen let out exaggerated screams, and the dignitaries in the auditorium were laughing rudely.

They may be the only people in Boston who have not noticed this strange sky in the closed darkness. At this moment, the roads in the city are too crowded to walk, and the pedestrians have no intention of moving. They are looking at the icy sky in the northeast. The triangular pattern, and the black veil surrounding it, the eyes full of fear of the unknown.

The black gauze brushed the imprint of the sacred artifact in the sky, and it slowly wrapped the imprint, forming it into a bud-like shape, gently inflating and swinging like breathing, but the Aurors below had to suppress the fear in their hearts and fight back. With an enemy who is more heroic than before.

Everyone has been painted with a layer of grayscale, only the spells of various colors are still dazzling. Under the reflection of the dazzling spells, Nelson in the center has become the only golden color, just like the Snitch on the Quidditch pitch Generally eye-catching.

This also reminded those Aurors who were about to lose their hold. Although they still don't know what happened, they still understand the principle of capturing the thief first, and gave up the fight with the saints. Beams of various colors flew towards Nelson in unison.

At this time, Andre didn't know where he went.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."

The loud voice appeared in the center of the battlefield and radiated to every corner.

Grindelwald appeared in front of Nelson, and the spells stopped suddenly, like an urchin inserting a pencil into a movie projector.

The moment Grindelwald appeared, all the spells traveling in mid-air suddenly stopped, not only fireballs, water bombs and even flying stones, even the light beams seemed to be locked in the photo and froze in mid-air.

He was smiling and well-dressed, as if he was about to attend someone's wedding, when he flicked his wand, and the spells that had been around Nelson disappeared as if erased by an eraser.

The moment he saw Grindelwald's back, Nelson closed his eyes, and the saints also put away their wands and saluted Grindelwald respectfully. They were not worried that the spells of the Aurors would hit them, because for this For the wizards of the era, if you want them to be alert, you only need to say "Grindelwald is coming", but if Grindelwald really comes, they will only be left with fear.

"Nelson," Grindelwald turned around immediately and looked at Nelson behind him, "Is there any problem that even Mr. Wertling can't solve?"

"Ahem," Nelson straightened his back on Tom's shoulders, brushed the hair on his forehead back, looked directly at Grindelwald, and said, "I'm not yet qualified to fight against wizards of a country."

"No, you are eligible." Grindelwald said softly, "Always remember that not only are you standing behind them, but they are also standing behind you."

Suddenly, he took a step forward, ignoring Tom's raised wand, grabbed Nelson's left hand, squeezed his little finger and brought it in front of him, where a green ring with the pattern of ouroboros was shining with a venomous death light, Tightly strangling Nelson's knuckles, the flesh was cut by the sharp edge, and the dark red blood seeped from the gap, but was greedily sucked clean by the ring, leaving only dried blood stains in the corners.

"You're so messed up!" Grindelwald said reproachfully, and he shook his head immediately, "But yes, if you call for backup at the first time, it's not you."

Nelson withdrew his hand, smiled, and said nothing.

Only then did Grindelwald scan the battlefield, and noticed the saints who fell in the battle. He frowned, looked down at the Aurors who were squeezed into the corner, and asked coldly, "You know you What did you do?"

"Get out of America!" A young Auror who had fought to the end finally couldn't bear the pressure and couldn't hold back his emotions, screamed, his voice became distorted with excitement and fear, and the hand holding his wand trembled.

"Oh? Your courage is commendable."

Grindelwald took a step forward, and while staring at Grindelwald, the wand in the Auror's hand couldn't hold it, and fell straight to the ground, and he himself was like a cold statue, frozen in place , teeth chattering, unable to speak a complete word - and this may be the only place in his body that can move, his mind is completely filled by Grindelwald's eyes - what kind of eyes are those, deep And cold, more terrifying than the black veil that covered the sky and the sun, as if to tear his soul out of his eye sockets.

"But recklessness will not help you save the situation."

Grindelwald stepped forward again, and those Aurors who were struggling to support fell to their knees one after another, their knees colliding with the hard stone road, making a muffled sound with a bloody smell.

"Grindelwald."

Tina gritted her teeth, stood in front of her colleagues, and looked at the familiar figure standing in front of Nelson.

"Oh! Hello, Miss Goldstein." Grindelwald waved unhurriedly, but he quickly tapped his head with his fingers and said with a smile, "Sorry, it should be Miss Scamander , time flies so fast, and you have also found your own happiness."

He waved his hand and moved his fingers lightly, those static spells suddenly burst into flames, the clusters of blue flames seemed to be cut from the blue sky, the pure flame devoured the magic power in the spells , growing himself, becoming stronger and more gorgeous, dotted among the wizards watching him, like a painting sprinkled with gold, gorgeous and exquisite.

"It's a pity, there is no new spell, it's not good enough." Grindelwald shook his head in frustration, as if disappointed, "Mrs. Scamander, do you want to add some color to this painting?"

"What are you going to do? What do you want? Grindelwald!"

Tina bravely glared at Grindelwald, but was not overwhelmed by his aura. She had fought Grindelwald before, so she naturally dared to face the pressure of the devil again.

"I don't want to do something, you should ask, what Mr. Wertling wants to do," the old Jianghu Grindelwald figured out the situation with just a glance, he sneered, "Don't you even give a chance to say a word?" Him? Mr. Wertning doesn't want to have anything to do with me, forcing him to make such a move, what are you afraid of?"

"I……"

Tina was at a loss for words, she was the kind of "Auror kept in the dark" that Nelson said to Tom, her overly upright character made her have no chance to understand what happened here, but at this juncture, she was caught Magic will throw to clean up the trash.

"Look, our symbols have been hanging here for almost a century. Why did the Magical Congress of the United States only send you people?" Grindelwald showed a look of pity, "Did they abandon you? It's really pitiful."

"no!"

Tina quickly retorted, but there was no confidence in her words. A sound like rain came from behind, and the only remaining Aurors who could still stand lost their fighting spirit, and their wands slipped from their hands one after another.

"It's nothing if it's like what I said," Grindelwald said with a smile. "After all, I'm not someone who likes to chase and fight. What you need to appease is his anger."

He turned sideways, stretched out his hand, pointed at Nelson behind him, and even took two steps back to give the stage to today's protagonist.

"Thanks, Tom."

Nelson whispered in Tom's ear, then dropped his arm from Tom's shoulders and stood up.

Tom nodded, but still took a step to the side, blocking the direction of most people, including Grindelwald, from facing Nelson.

"Mr. Riddle, relax," Grindelwald shook his head with a smile, "With me here, no one will attack him frantically."

All eyes were attracted by Nelson who stood up. He stepped on the eaves, his coat was blown by the wind, and under the sky filtered by the black gauze, he looked like a statue on the top of a church.

Tina stood helplessly on the spot, and the Fierce Flame burning with the curse was reflected in her eyes. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Nelson for help. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that she had not misjudged the person.

"Tina," Nelson said in a low voice, looking at the old acquaintance, "you can look behind you."

His voice was hoarse and very small, but the audience was silent, which was enough to make his voice spread to every corner of the Second Salem garrison. Tina followed his gaze and looked behind, where As one of the escape routes, they were firmly blocked by the saints who were encircling back, but at this moment they gave way to a wide road, enough for Tina to see clearly a hut at the end.

The unremarkable house, the dark doorway is like a huge hungry mouth, which is unbearable to look at. Even in the gloomy Second Salem resident, it is the darkest place.

What exactly is there?
A corner of the black veil on the top of the head faded away, allowing the sun to shine from the sky and illuminate the building, but this was not enough to dispel the coldness there. Tina felt the discomfort instinctively. She understood that it might be Nelson's intention to face the Auror. The reason is that she took a step and stumbled towards the hut.

The saints tried to stop her, but Grindelwald shook his head, and they backed away, leaving a wider path for Tina.

But as she got closer, Tina felt as if she was walking on a thin steel wire like a knife point, her feet were cold, and her calves seemed to be filled with lead.

Gradually, the situation inside the house appeared in her eyes, and an empty, dead-like eye suddenly appeared in her line of sight, which made Tina stop in her tracks. She suppressed the instinctive discomfort and continued to walk forward.

"Have you ever seen a dementor? Tina."

Nelson's voice rang out behind her, above the Second Salem garrison, in everyone's heart.

"It is a kind of monster that is condensed by all the negative emotions in the world. They grow in the most foul-smelling and foulest corners. They are monsters born of the pain inflicted by people. They feed on human souls. Paradise is in the cemetery of mankind."

"To breed a dementor, you need to capture a person who is innocent or happy, and put him in the place where the despicable Hai Erbo's soul breath leaks, and let the magic power of the black magic that has been bred for thousands of years destroy his body, Replace the blood in his veins with cold poison, let the curse of despair eat his nerves..."

"say no more……"

Tina had already walked to the front of the hut, and she could clearly see the corpse-like lifeless people in the room.

"Break his bones apart inch by inch, so that poisonous insects can penetrate into his flesh," Nelson was still babbling to himself, "and more importantly, destroy his soul, everything he really loves." , his beliefs, his dreams, his chastity, using all conceivable capital punishments to make him and Haierbo's magic become one... Sorry, Tina, I am targeting you, I understand that you don't know about it But that's what the Magical Congress of America is doing, they're raising the Second Salem like a dog, the same Muggle organization you fought against while you were on vacation in England, and they're piling their sins on them Whitewash the peace, Tina, you have been deceived by them, we are friends, Senior Newt is an important person in my life, I don't want to see you being kept in the dark by such a group of people."

As Tina's friend, Nelson knows that when she is not in love, she is a very righteous and stubborn person. Words of this level cannot hurt her at all, but are more effective.

"Snapped!"

The sound of dry branches breaking came from inside the house. A dirty little girl with twisted arms was picking up the sharp gravel on the ground and crawling towards the sun with her scarred hands. This scene is more convincing than any words .

Tina covered her mouth with her hands, and was speechless in a daze. She turned around, stared at Nelson firmly, with repressed anger in her eyes, and said softly, "Thank you."

Immediately afterwards, she raised her wand, twisted the air, and disappeared in place.

Several saints broke away from the team, one of them ran towards the little girl lying in the sun, and the rest seemed to be chasing after her.

"No more chasing." Grindelwald stopped them, "We waited for the people from the Magical Congress of America to come, and we never thought that we wanted criminals would still stand on the moral high ground and ask those who wanted us to blame us. day."

Hearty laughter rang out from the crowd, and the saints began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner and treat the wounded.

"Is Zweig here?"

"Sorry, I'm late, Master Grindelwald." A big bald head appeared in front of Grindelwald, "I'm going to treat Nelson right now."

"It's not too late," Grindelwald nodded, looking at Nelson who was already sitting on the roof, "Let's go and see those rescued by Nelson first, don't let them die, right, where's Andre? "

"When he found me he went after the fleeing Aurors."

"Yeah." Grindelwald nodded, looked at the busy and united saints, and looked up at the sky, "Hurry up, I can't wait."

After Zweig left, Abernathy approached Grindelwald obsequiously and asked in a low voice.

"Nelson, is it really that important to you? I mean, why can he get such help from Nurmengard?"

"Him? To me? If I have to say it, I really look forward to him, but it has nothing to do with the so-called help," Grindelwald first glanced at him in disgust, then shook his head, and explained, "He earned respect by himself. Where you don't care, he has done a lot for this world. You may have noticed that this is why these wizards who are not combatants can fight to the death for him-Abbe Don't you appreciate him, Nessie?"

(End of this chapter)