My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 357 The Price of the Price

"Nelson, leave it to me."

A big thick hand covered Nelson's shoulders, and he raised his head. It was Zweig, the first saint he knew who was as reliable as a rock, blocking all the wind blowing towards Nelson.

"Zweig, I... still haven't been able to protect them with the patron saint as you said..."

Nelson lowered his head, and the wand slipped from his fingertips to the ground. This legendary wand, which was enough to arouse the greedy hearts of all wizards, just fell into the dust, covered in dust and filth.

"You did everything you can, Nelson. When I taught you the Patronus Charm, I didn't expect you to be so good." Zweig showed a gentle smile, and the usually taciturn man scratched his head , said, "If you believe in me, go to rest first, and always believe in your goblin friends, you will not forget."

"I..." Nelson said nothing, shook the girl's hand vigorously, stood up with Zweig's help, and patted him on the shoulder, "I will trouble you."

"Yeah." Zweig helped Nelson to Tom who was directing the wizards to expand the space beside the hut, turned and left in silence.

Zweig, this dangerous dark wizard who is wanted by many countries, this wild-looking big man approached the girl lying on the ground, and said softly: "Little girl, are you okay?"

He half-kneeled beside the girl, and gently stroked her scar exposed in the air with a clean handkerchief—what a hideous scar it was!Even if Andre came here, he would stare at them and shake his head. Layers upon layers of welts covered the girl's left shoulder. There was not a single piece of good flesh on the entire shoulder, and new granulation sprouts had grown between the old scars. But it was brutally pierced by new wounds.

The girl's immature face has lost all innocence. One of her eyeballs has become as cloudy as a beaten egg, but the other eye is staring intently at Nelson who is sitting against the wall not far away.

"I'm alive."

Her voice was as piercing as rusted metal, and those people tortured even her vocal cords and internal organs.

Zweig shook his head pityingly. The tattoo on his face shone with soft milky white light, which made this fierce man look extremely holy. He threw away the handkerchief, and lightly brushed the girl's twisted legs with his fingertips. The re-grown bones broke again with a tooth-piercing explosion, but they were quickly spliced ​​straight. The scars scratched by the nails opened again, and the black blood with a cold atmosphere was squeezed out.

"Call out when it hurts, it's okay."

"I don't hurt."

The girl was so sensible that it made her feel distressed. She tried her best to smile at Zweig, but it was uglier than crying. While receiving treatment, she never took her eyes off her savior.

"Hey, that's really good." Zweig rubbed the girl's dirty hair, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and a warm current flowed through the girl's body in an instant, "If a person has experienced pain beyond imagination, how can you understand the pain?" tolerance will increase."

The girl lay silently on the ground, and Zweig just casually drew a few strokes like this, and she really didn't feel the pain now.

"Are you looking at Nelson? You can consider living in Nurmengard in the future. There are no bad people from the Magical Congress of America here. By the way, you should be a little wizard?" Seeing the girl nodded, Zweig turned her He turned his head upside down, "I won't watch for a while, he won't die, come and see me."

The girl looked at Zweig obediently, and saw that he pulled out a sharp silver dagger from his sleeve, and with a flash of white light, it cut his wrist with a "swish", blood dripping from the wound filled with milky white halo. It fell, and it just fell into the girl's cloudy eyes.

Zweig helped her close her eyelids and stood up, "Let's rest for a while, I have to take care of the other wounded."

The girl nodded with her eyes closed, but as soon as Zweig left, she opened them and looked at the tired Nelson.

Such scenes continue to happen in the resident, and the hands of the saints who understand the situation become softer and gentler. Similarly, their dissatisfaction with the Magic Congress of the United States is also constantly accumulating, which can be destroyed by the notorious wizard terrorist organization A government that holds grudges from a moral perspective is also incredibly rare.

Tom, who settled Nelson, immediately ran to help. At this moment, the temporary hospital had just been built, and several saints built a teleportation rune in the center of the Second Salem garrison. Soon, support and supplies came here. .

Tom returned to Nelson's side again, and when he saw that he was a little less tired, he held out his hand.

"Gnar, these bastards." Tom spat lightly and punched the wall with his fist. "If I were Grindelwald, I would have killed them all ten years ago."

"Who isn't?" Nelson grabbed Tom's hand, stood up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and watched the busy saints carrying these unknown wounded on stretchers, and gently nodded nod.

"I went to help, you know, a potions expert like me—"

"Thank you, Tom." Nelson nodded, and walked to Grindelwald not far away.

The sun moved slowly to the west, coating the wilderness with a layer of golden red. Grindelwald sat on the roof, raised his hand, and stared at the golden edge of his palm in a silent trance

Nelson stood at the corner and jumped. In mid-air, a silver glow suddenly appeared under his feet. With the push of the mayfly, he jumped onto the roof.

"The Elder Wand is with me."

Nelson walked towards Grindelwald and drew his wand from his pocket.

"Oh, I remembered. I asked Credence to give it to you. You should have seen him, just now."

"He's strong, I'm impressed."

"He's as shy as you, but he appreciates you," Grindelwald waved his hand, "That's your wand, do you remember?"

"in New York?"

"Yes, Nelson," Grindelwald said, turning his head, twiddling his ordinary wand in fancy movements, "you won it from me, and let me tell you a little secret, even Albus never How does it feel to beat me in a formal duel... with the three holy artifacts?"

"Very useful, especially when facing Hai Erbo."

"You might be like a god when dealing with dead people, right?" Grindelwald nodded, "I really didn't expect that you hid the resurrection stone for so long without saying a word, and I didn't expect that Credence would save you His little girlfriend went out to grab the Invisibility Cloak - so much so that when Albus told me you needed the last Hallows, I thought he was joking, ironically, we both spent our lives chasing These few things, but in the end, it turned out that our common students completed our tracing."

"I can give you back the Elder Wand."

"No, please don't," Grindelwald shook his head, "Albus once laughed at me as a coward who only chases external forces, and now I don't need it anymore, not to mention, Nelson, you should I need it more, what happened today, if you don't have the Deathly Hallows, I'm afraid you can only save two people."

"But five still died."

"Then what can I do? The Americans have done a great job," Grindelwald shook his head and sighed, "Even if people stereotype me as brutal and heartless, when I come here, the strong breath of death actually scares me. When it comes to me, I am different from those enemies who died in my hands... I am nothing compared to them."

"Will they get the justice they deserve?"

"Not necessarily, but I promise, they will pay the price."

Nelson nodded, walked up to Grindelwald, and jumped off the eaves.

"Be careful." Grindelwald poked his head out, but unfortunately he didn't see Nelson lying on the ground.

In the midst of the bustle, as the sun set, Voldebat's huge body was dyed red. It had been hanging in the sky for too long. Panic had already set off in Boston, but there was still no news from the Magical Congress of America.

This is so anomalous.

Until the night fell slightly, the saints on the edge were attracted by a group of uninvited guests.

The guest the Saints have been waiting for has finally arrived.

A group of wizards with flustered expressions suddenly appeared outside the Second Salem garrison. It was at the door of the hut next to the railroad tracks. There was a strong and pungent smell of potion, and Nelson was standing at the door of the hut, staring at the parchment in his hand expressionlessly.

Just 5 minutes ago, an old man who was unfortunately involved here passed away. Nelson had a deep impression on him. His memory is very long and full of happy memories. This gave Nelson, who has been immersed in depressive memories, so much minutes of breathing time.

This retired old postman who moved from Miami to Boston was planning to spend his old age with his daughter and son-in-law. Who would have thought that his life would be left in this strange land the second day he arrived here.

Haierbo's remnant soul did not defeat him, but he still fell under the unbearable pain. This is a gentle man. The dementor repeated over and over again: "Child, this monster is about to wake up, you can't fight him, kill me..."

A silver-haired old hag stood sternly in front of the crowd, looking like a grumpy version of Old McGonagall.

"Young man, where is Mr. Gellert Grindelwald?"

But Nelson didn't even lift his eyelids, he ignored the dark wizards in front of him, and ignored the witch at all.

His attention was all attracted by the report in his hand, and the old man's voice and smile appeared in his mind. Although he only met once, with the help of Legilimency, he almost accompanied the old man all his life before his death. The sadness nearly overwhelmed him, but Nelson had turned it into uncontrollable rage.

His left hand holding the parchment was tightly clenched into a fist, and the edge of the parchment was torn apart with an imperceptible burst of fibers, and the right hand holding the wand trembled, causing the wizards in front of him to be vigilant.

"Where's Tina?"

After a long while, Nelson squeezed out a cold question from between his teeth.

"Thank you for letting her deliver such important information to us. She caused a scene in Congress, but we all understand why she did it," the old witch said with a smile, "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even have It cannot be found that colleagues inside have done such a heinous thing behind the back of Congress."

"Behind?" Nelson sneered, waving his wand unexpectedly, an unprepared middle-aged man was lifted out of the line behind the old witch, and hit the ground heavily, "Is this the back? Ah !"

Seeing Nelson raise his wand again, the wizards behind the old witch became alert, but the saints only gathered around Nelson in a split second, firmly guarding him in the center.

Tom had quietly appeared behind the old witch, put his wand against the back of her head, and nearly knocked her to the ground.

"Back back, I want to see if they dare to make a move."

Nelson experienced the exhilarating feeling of a fox pretending to be a tiger, but it was not enough!The crowd parted a passage, and he walked out slowly, and came to the man who was dizzy from the fall, looking down at him.

"Grant Pierce, are you the person in charge of this film? I remember Mr. Leonard's lung was pierced by you with a tree branch, right?"

"Who is Leonard?" Pierce asked in confusion.

"Of course you don't know. He was a Muggle who died a few minutes ago. People like you shouldn't remember the name of a lowly Muggle." Nelson raised his head and stared at the person behind the old witch, Seraphina Picquery, I don't understand why the Magical Congress of America would send a retired wizard here, and I also don't understand that you can come to treat the injured quickly, but you insist on delaying until now, but you may not know..."

He lightly tapped his temple with his index finger, showing a mocking smile: "Even if everyone is dragged to death by you, their pain will remain in my mind. Sins cannot be washed away by delay."

"The most important thing now is to solve the problem." Piqueli didn't care about Pierce on the ground. The wizard who was the first person picked out by Nelson had been given up by her. Responsible for mistakes."

"Error?"

"Sorry, I used the wrong words," Piqueli understood the importance of the situation better than anyone else. When she knew that Grindelwald was present, she already understood that the problem cannot be solved by force. The most important thing at this moment is to put the It is better to bury everything that happened in the same place, no matter how much it costs, than to spread all over the world. A few weeks ago, the current speaker just participated in a global meeting on the treatment of Haierbo Horcrux. At the meeting, he Even one of the initiators of the "destroy" proposal, "We will give conditions that satisfy Nurmengard."

From her point of view, Nurmengard was about to grab the price by his braids.

Grindelwald stood up in the distance, he was almost amused by this old acquaintance.

Nelson stood on the spot like a statue, her breathing was a little unsteady. Piqueli thought she had offered a good price, but she ignored the position of the person in front of her. Everyone held their breath and looked at the lonely face. To Nelson in the crowd, the only sound in the air was the howling of an increasingly furious gale.

"You... really made me laugh."

Nelson started to stroke his hair again, and Tom knew he couldn't contain his anger.

The hand he was holding the wand slightly tightened, and the burning sensation stimulated Piquelli's nerves.

But no one dared to act rashly, just because the man who hadn't appeared was standing on the roof in the distance and looking here.

"Handsome! Look over here!"

A discordant voice suddenly sounded from the side, and everyone turned their heads to look at the owner of the voice.

Penguin holds the camera and presses the shutter.

"Crack!"

The spotlight successfully caught everyone's eyes, including Nelson.

The smoke dissipated, and a photo was slowly spit out from the camera in the penguin's hand. The people in the photo had different expressions and were well-dressed, as if they were having a grand banquet. Desire magnified their ugliness infinitely. Nelson and Tom in the crowd looked extremely clean.

"It's time to make big news."

(End of this chapter)