My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 582 Barry
"Can you imagine? A black man hijacked me into his underworld stronghold and told me that he was the first friend I met when I first went out on my own," Nelson looked at the lively Barry, eyes full It's a sigh, "Let me declare that I don't discriminate against the skin color you choose, but why did you agree to Grindelwald cast such evil magic on you? Do you know what this means?"

Back to 15 minutes ago, Nelson saw a big black bald head by the window facing the street, and two wizards with unkind faces appeared behind him. The bad Borgin Burke had already fled away, and the two wizards seemed to have known that Borgin Bock was going to run, and they didn't try to chase after him. Instead, they stepped forward and clamped Nelson from left to right. The tone said: "Mr. Williams, our leader wants to see you."

"Great, rogue gang?" Looking at the dense wands protruding from the windows on both sides of the street, Nelson whistled and raised his hands with interest. He had the feeling of being aimed by a group of primitive people with rifles. Nelson even saw a protruding gun muzzle in a certain window, he raised his eyebrows, watched the gun muzzle shrink back slowly, and replaced it with a dirty wand, "Hey , is much easier to use than that thing, isn't it?"

"What did you say, Mr. Williams?"

"It's nothing, I just want to correct you," Nelson shrugged, "I'm Igor Karkaroff, you've caught the wrong guy, I'm very familiar with a high-ranking member of your rogue gang, a killer who kills without batting an eyelid , scoundrels, you can be polite to me."

"The order we received is this, Mr. Williams," one of them raised his arm and moved his fingers, and the wands were retracted, but the feeling of being watched still did not disappear, "every member of the rogue gang A man doesn't blink when he kills."

"And we are not rascals," another person casually opened a door facing the street, slightly bent down and made a "please" gesture, "You are a distinguished guest, the leader has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who can recognize me? Your Ribburn is not Grindelwald in disguise, is he?" Nelson put his hands on the back of his head and walked into the door. The entrance is directly to the stairs above, surrounded by It was open, and between the pillars he could see scattered poker tables, steaming coffee, hastily put away food, but even in this transparent situation, he couldn't see a gang of scoundrels. People, it seems that this rogue gang leader who came out of nowhere has already transformed this dirty gang into a well-ordered armed organization. As he went upstairs, he sighed, "Is your facade so broken? ?”

"The leader felt that it was more important for us to dress nicely than to repair the gate."

"And every door in this area leads directly to our friends, our brothers, our family."

"Huh? Brother? Family?"

"What's the matter? Do you have any ideas?"

"It's nothing, I just think your boss is pretty good."

"You'll see him in a moment."

The three of them walked to the top floor of the building. There was only one corridor facing the stairs without demolishing the walls. They took Nelson to one of the doors, watched Nelson open the door, and walked in by themselves.

"Are you here to ask the teacher?" Nelson said without closing the door, "Me too."

In the room belonging to Riburn, there is a tall and large desk, which can almost catch up with the size of the conference table. Behind the desk, there is a boss chair that is much taller than ordinary chairs. Nelson even remembers that this is the Slopeside Alley The new product, the rollers and rotating shafts under the seat really entertained many people who don't like to sit quietly. Sure enough, the chair quickly turned around, revealing Riburn's true face—a tall, strong, dark man with tattoos all over his body. Man, he showed a smiling face that made Nelson feel a little déjà vu, and said, "Hello."

"What crime?" He waved his hand and closed the half-closed door.

"Kill your enemy." Nelson dragged his chin with crossed fingers, and said every word.

"Did you kill me?" Liburn asked back, "Did you kill me?"

"If so, you shouldn't be sitting here."

"Should I be thankful that I survived by chance," Liburn murmured, leaning back on the chair, "or should I be thankful that you helped me remove the obstacle?"

Nelson didn't speak, but just looked at him silently. He could smell a familiar smell from this Libburn.

"I know, if that person is not dead, you will hunt him down until he doesn't want to live, for Ludwig Kant," Liburn nodded, "I've heard about this Auror, you are here A friend from the Triwizard Tournament, he's a brave man."

"Who are you?" Nelson asked.

"Me? Libun," Libun spread his hands, "meaning resurrection, I am a reborn person."

"You look a lot like a friend of mine," Nelson said, shifting his position in the chair, and fixed Riburn with a more stern gaze. "Are you an Obscure?"

"The silent ones? Those guys who have been tortured by silent silence?" Liburn smiled and passed his eyes to his side, but there was no one there. Nelson remembered this look, which was exactly the same as in memory - Barry was speaking Before speaking, he would always confirm in advance whether White was by his side, and the direction he was looking at just now was exactly the position White was used to when he was by Barry's side, but this Riburn's health obviously did not match Barry's. He said in a mocking tone, "Do I look that vulnerable?"

"It's not like that."

Nelson nodded and continued to observe Liburn. The posture he deliberately corrected gradually overlapped with the Barry in his memory, but the feeling of incompatibility still existed. I found a little smell about Barry on my body, but there was a familiar trace of black magic with a distinctive personal style.

It was a never-hidden, high-profile, Grindelwald brand, and Nelson, who had lived with Grindelwald for many years, saw this style at a glance.

When Liburn heated the teacup in front of him with magic, Nelson finally felt the silent and violent magic power he was waiting for.

"Who are you?!"

He shouted angrily, and the sound woke up the members of the rogue gang guarding the door. They broke in and saw Nelson riding on the leader, pinching the leader's neck with his hands. They raised their wands and were about to warn, In the next second, they fell down in a rain of silver light.

Liburn, who was crushed under him, smiled wryly: "You are stronger than what they told me."

Nelson didn't speak. The white mist escaped from the gap between his palms holding Liburn's throat, enveloping the figures of the two people. In the pure white blurred environment, he saw Barry lying on the ground.

He hurriedly let go of his hand. Barry's state was much worse than the last time he saw it. His face was even paler than the lost fog. The dark magic power surged on his body, turning his eye sockets into black from time to time. It's just that the silent magic power seems to be difficult to develop at this point. A green chain is roughly strung on Barry's body, especially his neck. It has been wound around his throat several times, and the chain deeply tightens his flesh and blood. In the middle, sucking the magic power escaping from the bloodstains on the cracked skin, Barry's body had already been stained red by the blackened blood, but the mist that could always dispel everything in the first place on weekdays seemed a bit laborious, silently The magic power is so huge that even this small piece of mist can't do what it wants.

This reminded Nelson of when he was fighting Peeves, even if he was pulled into a blurred environment, the magic power accumulated for hundreds of years would be as difficult to dispel as it is now.

"What are you..."

Nelson swallowed the second half of the sentence in his stomach. Barry, who is a silent person, and himself, who has specialized in studying silent people, are very clear about what this means.

He bent down, and his fingertips lightly brushed the chain that was holding Barry. Whenever his fingers approached, those ancient runes hidden in the green light would swarm up, making him feel the pain of burning and cursing. This kind of pain was unbearable, and Nelson let go of his hand after only a little attempt. It was really hard for him to imagine what Barry went through when he was carrying the chain.

"It's nothing, Nelson," Barry smiled wryly, "can you stop putting your knee on my heart?"

Nelson turned over and let go of Barry's restraint. He didn't give Barry a chance to defend himself, and his wand pressed against the chain, emitting a dazzling silver light.

"Helbo? This is the magic of manipulating servants!" Nelson's expression became more solemn. "Using a soul that is completely for his use to control a powerful body is his favorite magic when creating an army."

"I--"

"Is someone eyeing your magic power? Want to take advantage of your silence?" Nelson said without panting, "Who needs such magic power? It can't be Hai Erbo, right? It's complicated and difficult to control, I'm also only at boot time—”

His voice stopped suddenly, and he stared fixedly at Barry's eyes that were constantly engulfed in blackness. He was obviously younger than Credence, but he looked more serious. Nelson had never even heard of this situation. He was not at all sure of curing Barry.

Who else could possibly need such enormous magic power?
"Can you let me finish my sentence?" Barry got up from the ground, looked at the surrounding pure white land, and a line of colored railroad tracks, "Can you go back? In this kind of place, I always feel like a dead person." gone."

"Oh, isn't it?" Nelson shook his head, and the white color filled their eyes.

……

"...do you know what this means?"

"My life is a candle in the wind, and there is not much left." When Nelson opened his eyes again, Barry was sitting astride a rickety wooden chair, with his chin propped on the back of the chair, and he lifted up his shirt with one hand, revealing Seeing the strong muscles of the former owner of this body, he smiled and put down his shirt, "Isn't it a good figure? Although it's not fair to this friend, I like this body that can run and jump."

While Barry was flexing his muscles, Nelson's face turned sour.

He saw that under the cover of his dark complexion, under the cover of the tattoos covering Barry's body, the black gangrene that was slowly eroding him, the silent magic had lost control, even through some unknown force. Method changed his body, but the silent corrosion became more violent.

"I thought the death of the silent person would be very heroic. I have read it in many books. Every person who is tortured by silent will turn into a blood-red firework in the end. This is what they left in the world except black. The last touch of color in the world," Barry clasped his hands together, as if praying, "I am looking forward to such a departure, I think the last red must be gorgeous, our gloomy life may only light up when we face relief."

"You wouldn't do that, Barry."

"But I was wrong, I was so wrong," Barry shook his head, his tone was low, "I'm just like any seriously ill person, lying on the sickbed, bothering my friends, feeling that life is leaving me little by little I don't even think I should blame everything on my grandfather, he wants me to be a good boy, I'm just too rebellious, and he's too harsh... By the way, Andre has been trying to stop us Meet, do you know why?"

"I……"

Nelson was silent for a moment, still did not say the death news that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"Is my grandfather dead?" Barry chuckled, it didn't seem to fluctuate too much, he lay on the back of the chair, his voice became softer and softer, "I knew he was going to die, you killed him Should I feel relieved? Should I feel relieved? My nightmare is dead..."

"Barry, I have the last photo of him."

"Thank you, Nelson, thank you..."

Barry buried his head deep in the back of the chair, his voice became choked up, and he couldn't even finish a complete sentence. He cried for a long time, and he didn't even notice that Nelson put a large box behind him.

After a while, he raised his head, his expression was normal, as if he hadn't talked about anything just now.

"Later, Master Grindelwald found me and said that he found a way to make me run when he was looking up the spell left by Hai Erbo, but the price was terrible. Does it mean something?"

"I do not know."

"That's right, I can't empathize with this feeling, Nelson," Barry said with a long sigh, "They take care of me every day, but they are hurt by the silent magic almost every day. I know what you are thinking. In fact, if Lord Grindelwald needs my magic power, without any magic, I will give him everything I have... I should have died the year I left home, and he lent me my life afterwards."

"Why didn't you come to me? Why did you turn yourself into an evil puppet?"

"No matter how I change, I will never be more evil than the Obscure," Barry shook his head, "I know exactly where the end of my life is, even if Master Grindelwald tells me that you have the Resurrection Stone, he is willing to give Let me ask you for help, but I know that it is impossible for me to get away with this method."

"you--"

"I want to live the last time for myself, Nelson," it was Barry's turn to interrupt Nelson this time, "I spent the first half of my life trying to be a good boy in my grandfather's heart, and the second half just trying to give back Grindel Master Wo's debt, but I don't want to pay back anything now, just like you have something you run for, I want to stand and run with you, with Lord Grindelwald, with Andre, with Tzu Wig met my death with me, and I have things I want to do."

Nelson knew what Barry was talking about. There was someone he hadn't mentioned, and he stood up, took off his hat, and nodded to Barry.

"Fuck off, don't make it look like you're mourning me," Barry couldn't help cursing seeing Nelson's behavior, "I sent Andre away, and I'll help you in Berlin."

"If you don't look for me today, I will attack you in two days."

Nelson walked out from the lying people and closed the door behind him.

"I'm going, don't die."

(End of this chapter)