My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 58 Cowardice and Choice
"Gnar, hatred can't solve problems." Dumbledore put down his wand and shook his head with a pitying expression. "You are still young and don't understand these truths."

"No, you're wrong, Professor Dumbledore," Nelson shook his head, his sweat-drenched hair hanging down, the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes cold, "Forgiveness can never resolve disputes, sympathy for evil is for kindness cruelty."

"That would only lead to—"

"No!" Nelson interrupted him. "Professor Dumbledore, you know what? Your so-called forgiveness is just evasion. Do you think you have the right to say such a thing?"

"I--"

"Take yourself," Nelson raised his head, brushed the broken hair in front of his eyes with his wand, and stared at him with more pity than Dumbledore, "Gellert Grindelwald, your former friend, once lover, but not anymore when he cast a spell on your sister! But you forgave him...do you think it's forgiveness? Is it kindness? It's just weakness."

"Did Aberforth tell you all this?" Dumbledore's face turned pale, and these words of slaying deeply pierced his heart, and ruthlessly revealed the deepest memories of him so far. There is a huge scar that has not healed, but he is Dumbledore after all, he is not angry, he just wants to use this incident to continue to influence Nelson, "Yeah, I gave him a chance, so it didn't cause a bigger tragedy. "

"Really? Professor Dumbledore." Nelson's face was full of disbelief. "It's really you, don't you think you're wrong? The person you forgive has become a terrorist after escaping from your hands. Don't you know how many people he killed? Your weakness will only bring more cruel consequences, are you still deceiving yourself?"

"Nar, it's different." Dumbledore discouraged with a scowling face, "You're just impulsive, and you'll regret it later."

"No, Dumbledore," Nelson said calmly, but his trembling hands and the absence of honorifics betrayed his true mood, "I've never been so calm, so thoughtful, and I'm sure, if I don't Revenge yourself, I will regret it later, since you are a past person, you should not let me repeat the same mistakes."

"Look! This is my desire. You have used the Mirror of Erised. Do you dare to say what you saw? I dare! This is my deepest desire. I only hope that the people I care about are alive. Is it so difficult?" He took out a photo from his arms and threw it on the table, it was a group photo of several people, Jonas' bright smile was particularly striking, "Why do you stop me? You will always be If you think about your own big things, then think about it, why do you want to control me? I only know that if anyone hurts them, I will make him pay the price! "

Dumbledore stared at the small photograph, his face frozen, his mouth open but speechless.

"Gnar sees farther than you!" Tom, who was standing beside him, shouted suddenly, he still kept pointing at Dumbledore with his wand, stubbornly like a little wolf that lost his territory, "Gnar is a prophet. , he knows everything!"

"The Prophet?!" Dumbledore's pupils narrowed and he lost focus. Since Nelson mentioned Ariana, his thoughts were immersed in the broken family and former lover. In front of him, Nelson's pale blonde hair was in the tavern. Under the dim light, a grayish white with silvery light appeared. When the word prophet was shouted from Tom's mouth, his mind gradually overlapped with the figure of the person in front of him, and his eyes refocused on Nelson's face. , raised his arms, and said in a deep voice, "It's all my fault, but this time I won't let the tragedy happen again."

"Sorry, Gnar," he said softly. "I'm sorry everyone, I'm sorry Ariana, I'm sorry Gellert, I'm sorry for your parents... I'm sorry, Gnar."

Nelson's hand holding the wand trembled violently, his body twisted and he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were splitting, a huge pain attacked his mind, and the fragments of his life were reflected in his eyes like a marquee. The cake shop on the street, the Sorting Hat shouting "Slytherin", the mist that lingers in Ollivander's little shop the first time he holds his wand, the cat that fell into the water in the Thames, Jonas hugging Tossing his legs up and down in the air...and the blazing fire in the streets of Paris that won't stop.

Tom dropped his wand, knelt on the ground and hugged Nelson's shoulders, patted his sweaty cheek, and stared at Dumbledore through gritted teeth. Dumbledore just stared at Nelson's hair and kept mumbling to himself. apologize.

"Iron armor!" Nelson, who fell to the ground, suddenly picked up his wand and shouted loudly, so loud that the chandeliers in the tavern were scattered with years of dust, "From my brain Get out of here!"

His painful convulsions stopped, but the anti-curse had soaked him all over and he had no strength. Tom bang helped him to sit on the ground, but he stood up abruptly on the table, his legs kept shaking, he was steady He stopped, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore with an increasingly mocking look in his eyes, "Professor, since the first day I saw you, I've been making preparations."

Dumbledore didn't speak, just looked at him calmly.

"On the first day I arrived at Hogwarts, I started practicing Occlumency." Nelson fluttered his bangs and smiled lightly, "I understand that for a great man like you who is busy saving the world, if Being able to peep someone's memory or distort his mind to achieve his goals is a really worthwhile choice."

"Nar, you don't have to..."

"Although I'm just a nobody, I refuse to let anyone play with my life." The feeling of prostration disappeared, Nelson picked up his wand, turned to face the bearded man who was still fainting in the chair, and said seriously, "My heart is indestructible. , I have your unimaginable will, Professor Dumbledore, now you have two choices."

"One is to watch me punish the enemy, and then take me up and send me to the Wizengamore Tribunal," he put his wand against the beard's eyebrows again, "two, you stop me now, but you It is impossible to stop me for the rest of my life, and then I will take endless revenge on him, on his accomplices, on his relatives, on his ethnicity, on all who can take my anger out - this is the consequence of forgiveness , maybe this is what you want to see."

"Nal." Tom put his hand on Nelson's arm. Originally, in his imagination, they would find the enemy, torture him severely, and then throw him on the gallows, but he never expected Dumbledore to appear. He didn't want to see Nelson thrown into prison, but he didn't know what to do, and froze in place in a panic.

"It's alright, Tom." Nelson patted the back of Tom's hand, stared into his scarlet but still clear eyes, and reassured, "I'm fine, have you forgotten, I'm a prophet."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and the hand holding the wand secretly strained, and seriously chanted the incantation in front of him, "Going out of the heart."

At the moment Nelson chanted the curse, Dumbledore's eyes were shocked, as if he had made up his mind, he quickly raised his wand, and a dazzling green light shot from the tip of the wand, hitting the bearded chest almost at the same time——

The bearded man opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth without making a sound, and his body twitched for a moment.

Immediately after kicking his legs, he died.

Nelson looked at Bearded's body in shock, turned to stare at Dumbledore, he didn't know if Beard died under the agony of the Cruciatus or Dumbledore's way that looked like Avada killed him. The curse, he didn't expect Dumbledore to end it this way.

"You may think I'm a coward, yes, but I sometimes think so myself." Dumbledore approached the round table, this time Nelson didn't avoid him, and Tom didn't hold his wand again, he smiled wryly, "You Seeing people very clearly, Gnar, I always look ahead, so there are so many tragedies that I have spent my whole life running around with these messes - the ones who hurt the most are the people who care about me the most ."

"Maybe other wizards think I'm powerful and successful in my career." He rubbed his hands, looking several years older, walked over to Nelson, picked up the photo on the table, wiped it carefully, and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket , put the fir wand lightly on the table again, "Put it away, this is your most important thing."

"But people who really know me will know," he continued, "I'm just a complete loser, and every decision I make has backfired in the end, so I chose to face him, to face my mistakes made over the years."

"If you want to hate, hate me, Nal." Dumbledore took off his glasses, and Nelson's haggard figure was reflected in his tearful blue eyes, "I'm sorry I left you so bad. Impression, and even ask you to learn Occlumency, but please believe that I am really doing it for your own good."

"Go back to school, Gnar, leave this to me." Dumbledore's weary face faded, and he babbled like an old man, "Actually, it's all my fault, it's because I let you... …Sorry, Gnar, go back to school with Tom and study hard, everything will be alright, let me end the past with me.”

Nelson ignored him, but held out his hand tremblingly, snorting the bearded man.

"Tom, you go back." Nelson shook his head, he looked up and looked at Dumbledore, "You're right, so I won't go back to Hogwarts again."

(End of this chapter)