My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 384 Credence Belburn

"Thank you for your concern," Credence said politely, "and for everything you've done for her."

"That has nothing to do with me directly," Nelson said. Nelson had an extraordinary affection for him, not only because of the rescue when the Second Salem was trapped, not only because the Invisibility Cloak helped him a lot, but also because of Nagini She has an unusual relationship with him, so she said with a smile, "I just provided an idea, the invisibility cloak used to deceive the blood curse was sent by you, and the success of the plan mainly depends on her will to survive, Bayer Mr. Ben, Nagini often called your name when he was in a coma."

"is it?"

There was a hint of shyness and emotion in Credence's voice, which was in stark contrast to his hoarse voice.

"Then what's your business here?" Nelson said lightly. "Maybe we can find a quiet place under the sun to talk."

His shaded hair had an impassive silvery hue, and Credence recalled some less friendly memories.

"Swish."

The bushes swayed gently, as if thinking about Nelson's words.

"Okay." Credence said after thinking for a long time, "Face to face can show honesty, I hope you won't be disgusted by your appearance."

Nelson nodded, took a step back, and stood under the sun. The sun-like golden color reappeared, making Credence feel another kind of familiar warmth.

Soon, a thin man came out from the bushes. He had the same sunken eye sockets and hooked eyebrows as Dumbledore. He wore an out-of-season shirt and vest, stepped on a pair of dragon leather boots that had not been washed for a long time, and wore An outdated bowler hat, messy hair protruding unscrupulously from the bottom of the hat, the overly protruding mandible makes him look solid, black hair and black eyes, even the skin is a little biased by the sun Black, still young but not too young.

If he had just such a face, not only would he not be as ugly as he said, but rather handsome, but a scar all over his left cheek confirmed what he said - it didn't seem to be a scar, but rather like a weeping person The tear stains left on the makeup slowly expanded from the corners of the eyes, and once occupied half of the chin and neck. It is conceivable that this scar is getting bigger and bigger - he wears a glove on his left hand, It seems that this invisible hand has turned into that kind of black, vowing to divide him into two completely different people, one black and one white.

Those black sores were like rotting flesh that had been peeled off, with reflective black pus hanging in the muscle bundles, and on the twisted surface of the scars, a grimace somewhat similar to him was shaped by light and shadow, divided into two parts. The appearance was frightening, and with the movements of his facial muscles, that grimace seemed to be speaking.

Fortunately, Nelson is not an ignorant person. He just froze for a moment, and when Credence was about to show a disappointed expression, he asked with a smile, "Is it silent? Can it be cured?"

"I'm used to it, maybe it's better this way," Credence's tone relaxed after seeing Nelson's unchanging attitude, "This is already the limit, according to their calculations, I should be more than ten years old." died before."

"Scars are the honor of a warrior. I can see the bravery you and Momo fought against," Nelson said with a smile. "Nagini must like this scar very much. I remember that the first dress she conjured up for herself was black. , snakeskin-like material."

"is it?"

Credence touched his face and looked behind Nelson. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he stepped out of the shadow of the trees in relief.

Under the sunlight, the scars on his face became even more terrifying, as if they were alive.

"Her clothes are also very strange... no, very gothic," Nelson nodded, as if convincing himself, "Where do you want to go to talk?"

"Just here, I don't want others to see me."

"Okay," Nelson asked again, following his thoughts, "what can I do for you?"

"I want to take that girl away."

"Huh?" Nelson asked. "Which girl?"

"The one you took from Second Salem." Credence explained seriously, "I don't know her name, but she should have been tortured by the wizard of Second Salem, once on me The experiments that have been done seem to have worked out for her."

"Adele?"

Nelson frowned, chuckled coldly, and put his hands back into his pockets: "Mr. Barburn, this joke doesn't seem very funny."

"That's not what I meant," Credence suddenly realized that Nelson seemed to regard himself as their kind, and hurriedly explained, "I have no ill intentions towards her, Mr. Wertling, she may have become a silent Or, I can teach her how to control the power in her body, she is much younger than me, and has the opportunity to return to a normal life."

"I have seen obscurers, and I have seen people who almost became obscurants. Adele is completely different from their situation. She is just a little witch with bad luck and some bad things. It makes no difference to any of them."

After rescuing Adele, he once seriously discussed her injury with Zweig. In Zweig's view, she was just a little weak, and her magical talent was roughly opened by the painful experiment, resulting in a magical phenomenon. Larger and more disorganized than their peers - being able to create a kneeling figure with the first use of a wand is a good example.

As for the silent ones, Nelson has also checked a lot of books. He knows that silent people are often difficult to control their emotions. In childhood, their magic power will run wild from time to time. On the contrary, Christian, who is somewhat manic, is more in line with this standard. From Adele After calling herself Wertling, the magic power of this well-behaved girl has always been as calm as a lake.

"And I don't need her to master the power of the Silent One. She just needs to live her life happily like other children, and that's enough!" Nelson's tone was a little harsh, "Even if she has become the Silent One If possible, I'll address it too, and trust me, I've read as much as anyone."

"Until the age of 17, my obscurity did not explode," Credence refuted Nelson's words with his own personal experience, "Under the teaching of my mother, I have been suppressing my magic, and I have been suppressing myself. Thoughts... oh yes, my mother was that black monster that you ripped apart piece by piece when you broadcast live around the world, and I almost became a part of her."

Nelson was silent. He didn't have any research on the magical power in wizards. In fact, for all wizards, research in this field was like a desert, but Credence's example was not enough to convince him.

"I started following her when she came to London," Credence said while the iron was hot. "In Diagon Alley, when you were chasing thieves, the girl next to her used to ask where she wanted to go. College, as far as I know, he should be sorted into Newt Scamander's house, because you said that's the best for her, but do you know where she really wants to go?"

"Slytherin," Nelson said solemnly, "but her qualities are more suitable for Gryffindor."

"And for little wizards, when they first got the wand, the magic power runaway was the most frequent, because they got the medium to use magic power but didn't know how to use it. Why didn't she run away once? I think even You, during the period from when you got the wand to when you really started to learn, there were times when you struggled or even made mistakes, why didn’t she? Is it because she is more talented than you?”

Nelson silently commented on Credence, and there were dark blood vessels on the edge of Credence's eye sockets climbing along the eyeballs to the pupils, exactly the same as Adele.

"I can't explain it to you, Mr. Wertning. I don't have a high level of education, but the Obscure knows what's going on with her. Would you like to see her like me?" Credence took a step forward, The whole person stood in the sun, and Nelson saw that his darkened face was not caused by shadows or sun exposure, but was wrapped in a looming, extremely dangerous black, "I just want to help her, because I am A silent person, I understand the silent person, just like you are proficient in transfiguration, so you are willing to help Nagini! I don’t want to see you suffer the same pain as me.”

Nelson looked at Credence's strange, difficult-to-smile grimace. The lake wind was blowing towards the two of them. The trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forest were shedding their leaves and drifted to the center of the two of them. After a long silence, , he squeezed out a sentence, "I think your education level is not low."

"Why don't you ask her what she thinks?" Credence had great patience with Nagini's savior, but for anyone else, he was already on his way home, "Wilt Mr. Ning, I know that you have given her your surname, and that you regard her as a relative, and that you have the strength and talent to solve Momo, but have you really considered her? Have you? Have you ever thought that for her, you might become a person like my 'mother'?"

Nelson was somewhat convinced of his words, and asked in a deep voice, "Who told you to come?"

"It's Nagini, and it's me. I used to be a member of Second Salem, maybe even its only remnant." Credence lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "Will you let me see her?" ?"

"I hear you're not a good talker," Nelson said. "You can ask her yourself."

He turned his head, and in the direction of the herbal medicine classroom, students after class swarmed out. A small figure lingered at the door for a moment, and then quickly ran towards the Forbidden Forest. Adele is not as color-blind as Nelson Trouble, even across the Black Lake, she could still see his sunny hair and pixel-like eyes at a glance.

"I just don't like to talk," Credence said with a stiff smile, facing the crying face on his left cheek, looking extremely weird, "but when I need to talk... well, it's Nagini who helps me think Yes, she thinks she can convince you."

"What are you going to do? If she is really the Obscure." Nelson looked at the approaching Adele and asked softly.

"I need to be around her for a while," Credence said, "and that might be up to you, but I wouldn't advise you to seek help from the school—maybe I'm being emotional, and your headmaster might prefer avoid danger."

"Professor Dumbledore shouldn't be that kind of person, but he does care more about most people—under extreme circumstances," Nelson pondered for a moment, "You may be able to become like me, will you stay in England for a long time? "

"For half a year at most, I have other things to do," Credence said, "Then what do you do, can there be two of you in one school?"

"Compound decoction is a good choice, maybe you don't mind if I cast a time-sensitive human body transformation on you?" Nelson made up his mind, "I may go out to do some things sometimes this semester, don't you dislike your cultural level?" Not high? You can help me with my class... One of your words is wrong, Credence, you are not the only remnant in Second Salem, and Daguerre is still alive."

"I just killed him with my own hands last month."

"I also killed him once yesterday with my own hands."

"..."

"Sorry, I have to have someone stare at you, I have to be accountable to other people to make sure you don't think otherwise."

"I understand, in fact, you can trust me as you trust Nagini."

"Trust takes time to develop, Mr. Balburn, I'm sorry, but as a helper, you have to be suspected." Nelson pushed forward, "I have to search your memory."

"I understand."

"We may be able to make another unbreakable vow."

Nelson looked at Credence's dark bloodshot eyes that were slowly fading. Both eyes were equally clear and sincere.

"I understand."

Credence hesitated for a moment and then nodded. At the same time, Adele had already approached the two of them with her long hair tossed.

The moment she saw Credence, Adele's smile froze on her face, and she hid behind Nelson vigilantly, burying her face in his school robe.

"Adele, he's a friend."

With one hand in his pocket, Nelson brushed her hair with the other, and said softly.

"Is your name Adele? Miss Wertling," Credence stepped forward, "can you hold your head up?"

Adele shook her head, the fear in her heart had caused those black bloodshots that were difficult to fade gradually occupied her eye sockets.

"You've seen people like me, haven't you? But they've all died," Credence continued. "You might have even seen me, but they moved you so fast that I got nothing there. "

"You came to save people before—"

Adele raised her head, her two originally bright eyes were completely dark.

……

"Take your wand, Adele, and come closer."

Under Nelson's command, Adele raised her wand and timidly approached the two who were shaking hands in front of the Forbidden Forest.

"Pointing wands at our hands."

Adele did so, Nelson turned his head, looked at Credence, was silent for a moment, and said: "Credence, when I leave school, you are willing to become me and help me control Adele's body silently?"

"I am willing."

A tongue of flame gushed out from the tip of Adele's wand, wrapped around their hands, bursting out with a strong flame.

"Will you do everything in your power to save her from her hideous fate?"

"I am willing."

The second tongue of flame also wrapped around the hands of the two, and the flame became even hotter, making their faces flushed red.

"Are you willing to bear the danger and pressure that may arise with me, and swear that this trip is only to save Adele?"

"I am willing."

The third flame was hotter than the first two, making Nelson's hair seem to be on fire, and the ghost on Credence's face opposite him also showed a ferocious expression of unwillingness.

"Sorry, it's not fair to you."

This is Nelson's third apology today. He let go of his hand, and the burn-like marks slowly disappeared on the back of his hand.

"This is what it should be. You are doing what I want to do, and you have even helped me do what I can't do," Credence said seriously, "This is the reward you deserve."

"Keep it away, Credence." Nelson handed Credence a small silver ball inlaid with gold, and said solemnly, "If you are in danger, open it, no matter where you are, you will Get my help."

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