My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 588 An Ordinary Person Born in Trier
The adventure novels of wizards often end with defeating a terrifying werewolf and capturing the treasure of a giant dragon. In a more realistic way, the protagonist’s enemies are black wizards who can make a strange smile. Adventure in the dangerous castle, the story unfolds in the eerie ghost, and ends in the happiness of embracing the imprisoned princess.

It seems that there has never been a story with Muggles as opponents. Wizards and Muggles are rarely related in the vast official history and ghosts, just like two parallel lines that never intersect, or they originally lived in two mutually In the parallel world, only by chance will one side go down a certain rabbit hole.

Since Muggles were still wielding spears to hunt beasts, wizards have been using well-made wands to fly to the sky and escape the earth.

From the first day he opened his eyes in this world, Nelson has been thinking about a question, what is the difference between wizards and Muggles?At that time, Tom, who was not very familiar with him, was stared at every day by him, and he even developed the habit of looking up at the roof when he had nothing to do in the yard of the orphanage in West Side, for fear that there was a blond-haired annoying ghost sitting there. , he has always been puzzled, he has never provoked that guy who seems not easy to provoke, why he always has an expression of wanting to cut himself open.

Nelson quickly became acquainted with Tom Riddle, and they would go to explore the cave Tom discovered by the sea together, rescue the cat that Tom hung from a tree, and go to the back kitchen of the church to steal Jesus before he had time to give him a gift. Fu's bread was given to the little kid in the orphanage who couldn't go to church. He felt that he was no different from Tom.

Until one day, on the way back to the orphanage after church, a kitten that fell into the water flew above the river bank in front of everyone. One would think that Nelson, standing on the shore with his arms raised high, did something that no one could understand.

The estrangement just arose naturally out of thin air, as if it had always been there, but was just noticed. Nelson's attitude towards other people in the orphanage was the same as before. There was no difference. He was still gently teaching some children to read every day. Literacy, still enthusiastically answering all possible help, still sitting on the roof every day basking in the sun through the smog and clouds, but those children began to fear him, even though he was the same mortal body as them, the same Three meals a day, going to bed early and getting up early, even though the only time he showed his magical power was to rescue a drowning cat, even though he was still a respected and trusted elder brother in the West City Orphanage, but he could feel that their love for him The attitude is completely different.

But Nelson still doesn't know where this estrangement came from. Is it because he is different from them?But everyone is different, does everyone have such barriers?
On the battlefield of magic, bullets will not bend. In the dense gunfire, the line of sight is cut to pieces by the afterimages of bullets. Every moment, people are shot and fall down. The Muggle hit by bullets and stray bullets, the wizard was obviously caught off guard and was a little dazed.

They dodged spells and bullets hastily, and couldn't understand why there were so many Muggles attacking them here, why wizards appeared in the Muggle team, and why Muggles could hurt wizards?

Even though there were not a few wizards who were still showing their heads on the street, the gunshots did not stop. The inexperienced fighters could only choose to suppress them as much as possible. The fear in their hearts was no less than that of the wizards who were hit head-on.

The dementors at the end of the long street greedily sniffed the smell of the street. The smell of death became stronger and stronger, and they almost couldn't hold back.

Looking at the soldiers with guns on guard at their feet, Nelson felt a little unbearable. Just like thousands of years ago, the guns that Muggles are proud of may be the same as the long guns they used to hunt wild elephants in the eyes of wizards. Spears are no different, the Iron Armor Charm that a third year student can easily cast is enough to make those metal bullets ridiculous toys, wizards are not wild elephants, they also have human brains, the first fire of a rifle may be enough It penetrated a wizard's chest, but how could a wizard who had seen the power of such a gun allow it to hit him when he fired for the second time?
Through Mayfly's eyes, Nelson could clearly see that the wizards who survived the first round of attacks had already found a bunker, and some even started to form a group. will be vague.

Nelson can already predict what kind of casualties this group of fighters will experience. Maybe they can severely damage the dark wizards in Berlin, but they will definitely not be the ones who stand here in the end. Those simple spells are not enough for them to have the ability to resist The power of true magic.

He is no longer the self who was helpless in the face of Jonas' death. As long as he thinks, metal meteorites will fall from the sky, mountain-like giants will flatten the city, and lightning shot down from a place higher than the clouds is enough. He can incapacitate all the people on the street in a breath, and he can even make mayflies fly silently behind every wizard, and the sharp probes wrapped in poisonous potions will penetrate their spines and take them away. s life.

But Nelson just stood motionless by the clock tower, staring at the street where bullets were flying across his feet, pressed the brim of his hat, and fell into deep thought.

"What are you thinking?"

Andre walked to his side and looked at Nelson's profile. The contours of his face had long been blurred by the gunfire. Only the soft felt hat on his head still retained his familiar shape. He could see that Nelson fell into the The tangled eyebrows are exactly the same as the night before his favorite student told him about his ridiculous career choice decades ago, smoking a cigarette on the balcony of the auditorium where Heisenberg University's graduation ceremony is being held, he smiled and said : "You look very much like a graduate who is about to tell me that he wants to be a war correspondent."

"Aren't we now?" Nelson stretched out his hand and stretched out his arm from the inviolable safety zone of the clock tower. A stray bullet pierced his palm, and the part of his palm hit by the bullet instantly turned into a ball of water, and then After the bullet flew away, it re-condensed into the shape of palm prints. He pinched the bullet with the red tail and steaming at his fingertips, as if he was looking at a precious diamond. "Standing in the center of the battlefield, recording people's die."

"Haha, it's true," Andre laughed even scarier. He also imitated Nelson and stretched out his hand, but his level of transgender surgery was not enough to support him to carry out such a human body transformation. He just used aggravated magic to casually He grabbed a handful of bullets, picked out his favorite one, held it up and touched Nelson, "If I had known that this was such an exciting job, I should have followed along."

"It's not fashionable to drag an old man to take care of you on the battlefield."

"Who hasn't been young? Don't you think so?" Andre shook his head, the green magic gathered at his fingertips, wrapping the warhead like a slow-moving worm, corroding it into a puddle in the blink of an eye Scrap iron, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said, "That's when I decided to bid farewell to the dream of a civilized society that I had woven for many years, dispelled the disguise on my face, and hid in this world side of the minority."

"Face camouflage?"

"Yeah, if you've seen your uncle's college photo, there should be a handsome man in it, right here," Andre seemed to be recalling something interesting, and sent out every memory of the past. Old people will make a voice, "Such a face will win favor in a Muggle city, but when I return to Germany, these old scars can get me more respect. This is the difference between Muggle and wizard aesthetics , is also the embodiment of the most fundamental values, Muggles like glamorous beauties, wizards even more advocate bloody power."

"Look at what you said, it sounds like wizards are not civilized enough."

"Isn't it? If Muggles are progressing from stone tools to guns, then what are wizards who are already using wands when they are using stone tools?" Andel put his hands on Nelson's shoulders, forcefully "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just that you've been talking to yourself about spears and axes. It's hard not to be quoted."

Nelson closed his eyes and sighed, thinking back to the days when he fell asleep in the Hogwarts library against the bookshelf in the History of Magic section, where Muggles were forever tenants of lords and squires of knights , servants of the nobles, even in the darkest and cruelest Middle Ages, all they can do is to define people with eyebrows connected together as werewolves and burn them to death, occasionally capture a little Muggle-born wizard and behead them for public display, or serve The old witch who likes to be burned provides a complete role-playing service. Who would have thought that the first official declaration of war in thousands of years would happen in such a city that has long been destroyed by dark wizards?

"Are you familiar with Jonas?" Andre asked suddenly.

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"I'm not saying that you and your uncle are strangers." Noticing the ambiguity in his words, Andre waved his hands and said, "Do you know what kind of person he was before going to England?"

"If you have to say that, I really don't know him very well." Nelson shrugged, "After all, I was not born at that time, I only know that he couldn't get along because he reported too many domestic problems in Germany, and finally ran to the UK .”

"It's not bad, do you know what he has reported?"

"Jonas's relics are only press releases after 1935," Nelson shook his head. "It's mostly about things behind the war, such as domestic conflicts in Germany, corruption in the British cabinet, and so on."

"It seems that he didn't tell you. He didn't want to apply his own story to you." Andre sighed softly. After the sound of rain filled Nelson's ears, he seemed to have just woken up. , whispered, "Strictly speaking, he is a deserter."

Nelson's fist clenched tightly. If Andre couldn't say a word, he would hit someone: "Andre, I'm not in a good mood today—"

"I know, I know," Andre said with a gesture of surrender, "Go southwest from here, near Luxembourg, is his hometown, where Jonas studied at Heisenberg University The next year, as his tutor, I took my students on a holiday trip there, Trier...the place is called Trier, it's Jonas' hometown, and most of you can name it The city is as old as before, and he had already found like-minded people there before he went to university, and since then, I have known that the major I taught him, literature, is not his destination at all.”

Nelson recalled the group of Jonas' hometown people who appeared at Jonas' funeral. They looked rigid, with straight backs and powerful hands, like workers, like farmers, like sculptures of thinkers, and like warriors , They didn't even speak to Bella, they silently condoled and left silently.

"He used to do the same things as you, but of course, there are still some differences," Andre said lightly, "He is not like you, who has a prominent background, superhuman talent, and a unique mentor. He was just an ordinary man born in Trier. His family lived in a small house on the corner of Brucken Street. Great people were born on that street, and tourists often came to pay their respects. He watched The tourists who came and went grew up and listened to the stories outside when they were their guides - he told me that he didn't know that there used to be a famous blacksmith living in the blacksmith shop not far from his home until he was 12 years old. People, maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s osmosis, and he also wants to be that kind of person.”

"He is just an ordinary person who was born in Trier. It took a lot of effort to come to Heisenberg University. The tutor is a person like me who spends three days fishing and two days drying the net," Andre laughed at himself. He smiled, "I can't even give my student a little help. I even persuaded him to give up those boring fantasies on the day of his graduation. Even when I received the letter he sent me, I was still thinking about being What kind of gift should I prepare when he comes to see me with his wife and nephew... The day he graduated was the last time we saw each other. Wanted by the authorities, I sometimes use relationships or magic to help him settle those matters, but after I returned to Nurmengard, no one helped him, he was alone and helpless, and the overwhelming malice quickly overwhelmed him... I don’t know I know what he went through, and I don’t know how hard he tried to escape to England. Maybe he was discouraged, maybe he gave up. Later, I can only see him reporting in various corners of Europe in newspapers news until I met you on the Icarus."

"Do you know? I actually regret it. If I didn't help him secretly, he might have retreated in the face of difficulties, or he could find a way to survive in the cracks. I personally cut off his desire to return to his hometown," Andre pointed to the battlefield below the clock tower. The missionaries have already turned their hands down countless times, and there are fewer and fewer fighters standing. On the contrary, the black wizards who are used to their old-fashioned offensive methods are beginning to gain the upper hand, " Now you're me, and they're all Jonas Nicklaus."

"This is their war."

(End of this chapter)