My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 600 A quarter past four

"Dumbledore?"

The leading wizard is a gray-haired old man, with a well-trimmed mustache that curls up just right, wearing a plain white robe, without any tokens of identity, but when he speaks, everyone in the ward No more talking, he stood between the two beds, looking now at Moody, now at the girl.

The ward was filled with a substantive depressive atmosphere. Everyone understood that this was something that had to be done right now. There was obviously a major event brewing in the center of Berlin that no one wanted to see. Knowing the situation and putting it out in time was the right thing to do. The most urgent task now, the old wizard was just helping them speak out. He was stunned, silent for a moment, and said: "This is an international event, and his status as the principal cannot influence the righteousness."

"But--"

"Is he the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards?" The old wizard turned his head sideways, sharp eyes shot out of his cloudy eyes, and there was only silence and the unconscious gasps of the two patients in the small ward, "He's just a Director, do you think a director's opinion is greater than ours?"

"I didn't..." The initial naysayer bowed his head, hiding himself behind the others.

"Then let's start with this girl first." The old wizard's wandering eyes finally stopped on the face of the witch whose name was not even mentioned. Her pale face could not arouse the slightest ripple of sympathy in his heart, for the sake of the world. Order requires someone to make a sacrifice. The old wizard stretched out his hand and pointed at the girl on the other bed with his yellowed nails. "She won't be someone's student again, will she?"

"It's Durmstrang—"

"It's just her," the old wizard closed his eyes, "Try to ask her from her body, so as to save a lot of trouble in the future...By the way, is her Occlumency technique also very reliable?"

"No." The wizard who proposed this method has a dark complexion, and his naked upper body is tattooed with unique voodoo tattoos. It belongs to the same genre as the body occupied by Zweig and Barry. He lives on a five-foot-long A walking stick decorated with various bone fragments and bones, Ming Ming is not very old, but in order to hold it, he bent his waist deliberately like an old man, and the pale bone nails passed through the accumulated skin on the back, Stringing layers of loose skin together, speaking in English with a strong Haitian accent, he said quietly, "It's just that she was injured more seriously, and her will is also very fragile. She looks like she has been depressed for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to read any complete memories, and even forcing Legilimency can only turn her into a fool."

"Oh," the leader of the old wizard responded, and said, "Look at the attire, she is a member of the drug gang, it is not a pity for such a person to die, if nothing can be seen in the eyes, let the Legilimni Give it a try and make sure to see what's going on inside."

The wizard from Haiti seemed to want to say something more, but seeing the determined eyes of the old wizard, he could only sigh, and walked slowly towards the witch with old steps.

The old wizard was still entrusting him, and he was full of concern for the success rate between the lines. As for the lives of the two injured, he didn't even mention it. The gods pray for success on the first try.

"Sir, do you need any preparations?" A young wizard floated out of the crowd, walked up to the Voodoo wizard, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything we need to cooperate with?"

"Let them all go out," the hunched voodoo wizard wanted to straighten up with a cane, but he couldn't straighten up after bending for too long. He wanted to say that the voodoo technique of feeling the sight is not It is not enough to achieve the effect they want, but Haitian wizards have been excluded because of their unique magic. It has been a habit that other people in this world have developed for hundreds of years. It is hard to get a foot in the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards. He can't lose the chain at this time no matter what, he can only say sorry to this girl with a clean soul in his heart, he can hear her weak heart, the robe on her body is unspeakable difficulties, but no one has any difficulties Woolen cloth?He turned his head and said, "I need a quiet ceremony environment."

"Okay, sir."

The young man began to organize the surrounding staff to invite the onlookers out of the ward. The old wizard left here first, and the others followed his footsteps. There are endless meetings waiting for them.

A few minutes later, only he and the voodoo wizard were left standing in the room. He walked to the window and closed the window tightly, drew the curtains, trotted to the door, and closed the door from the outside.

The voodoo wizard's waist finally straightened a little bit, but the severe pain caused by the deformed lumbar spine still made him sink. He also imagined that just one name was enough to arouse the fear of these big men like that Dumbledore , he also wanted to be like those wizards from the east, but he couldn’t do it. Newborns with magical talents in Haiti tended to choose the Ouagadou School of Magic to become a real wizard, and his biological son also Having left him for the more mainstream wizarding world more than a decade ago, he didn't want voodoo to die in his hands.

"Good luck, sir."

Behind the young man, there were undisguised voices of talking, only separated by an unclosed door, those people no longer concealed their disdain for him.

"Are these magic sticks and witches really reliable?"

"Don't end up with nothing in the end, Dumbledore will still have to trouble us."

"He won't, but I agree with you, it's better to ask Muggles to ask their god."

"..."

Harsh comments reached his ears, and the young wizard quickened his movements, trying to close the door quickly, but the Voodoo wizard turned his head and stopped him: "Please wait."

"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir."

The young man's tone was very respectful, but he still couldn't hear the respect. After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and said, "What's her name?"

"Huh?" The young man was taken aback, and said, "Nina Kant."

"I see." The Voodoo wizard raised his crutch and swung it towards the door. The heavy wooden door closed with a bang, "Thank you."

The thick curtains did not let out any sunlight, and the ward was pitch black, except for a flickering candle on the bedside table.

He stuck his crutches on the ground, phosphorescence glowed on the skull of an unknown animal, and there were two green flames in the black hole-like eye sockets. He slowly moved to the bedside table, took out a small knife with a bone handle, and put the blade on it. The fire was burning, and when the knife started to glow red, he blew out the candle in one gulp, and turned to Nina holding the knife.

"Let me come..."

There was a weak breath coming from behind him, and when he turned his head, the reflection in Moody's eyes lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed, he was stunned, and the boy behind him was silent again, as if it was just his hallucination, he stretched out He touched Moody's neck with his hand, his heartbeat became weaker, and the struggling to wake up just now had consumed too much of his energy.

"Did you hear the conversation just now?" His complexion made his expression completely melt into the darkness, and he pulled out the bone needle stuck in his back and walked towards Nina firmly, "You are very happy." Be brave, boy, but I don't want to get in trouble..."

"laugh--"

Blood spattered the swinging clock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

……

"We should organize the Aurors to surround this place first, and make sure that no one will escape."

The banquet hall on the second floor was used as a meeting room, and Tina was guarding the outside as an Auror, curiously asking the staff who came out of the ward to find out about the two wounded, but they kept it secret and did not communicate with Tina. The idea of ​​chatting, only the occasional quarrel came from the conference room, and she was already starting to feel bored.

"I agree, but which country's Aurors should come?"

"I suggest that we each draw some."

"How did they come here? We didn't make any extra portkeys last time. The countries in mainland Europe are fine, but what about outside? Is it really too late for the Aurors to travel across the ocean to come here? I think we should draw them nearby. Germans, French, always enough."

"Why?" Someone immediately objected, "What if there is some deadly poison in it? What if there are thousands of black wizards waiting in full force? Why let our people die?"

"Let the Germans die. They take the lead, and it's time to atone for Grindelwald's escape."

"Have you not redeemed your sins for so many years? From that escape to now, our Ministry of Magic has been reorganized three times. What does it have to do with us if he escapes? It is already the biggest thing for us to let the land of Prussia be exiled for you. If you are still so aggressive, we can only withdraw from the International Federation of Wizards."

"You quit, go back and explain to your Minister of Magic."

"..."

"I know a way, but it's a bit difficult to implement," said a silent representative at the corner of the long table, "Do you know that Nurmengard has a way to transport goods and wizards around the world? You The mainland of the country should have its coordinates and hubs, if we can contact Grindelwald..."

"Joke! The International Federation of Wizards asked Nurmengard for assistance? Are you crazy?"

"I think this is a good idea. No matter what, I won't let people from our country die." The representative of Germany immediately agreed, "If you don't agree with the plan of sending people, then we have to wait for them to come out on their own. , but I am afraid that by that time, it will not be as easy as it is now to gather them in one place for the second time."

"You guys remind me of the painful experience that the International Federation of Wizards held a meeting during the preparation period and talked about it all afternoon. I really should not come at all like those Eastern wizards. To put it bluntly, it's none of my business." The wizard who said this He has already taken off his thick felt hat, and there is sweat on his forehead. Some people speak cautiously, while others speak casually. This atmosphere has existed since the birth of the International Federation of Wizards. He waved his hat and scolded Said, "Fuck you guys!"

"Okay, okay, business matters," someone stood up to smooth things over, "How should we contact Grindelwald?"

"Send someone straight to Nurmengard? At least faster than sending an Auror across the Atlantic on a broom."

……

"Dumbledore!"

A ball of flames lit up at the main entrance. Tina, who had already wandered into the foyer, saw the figure appearing in the flames, and quickly walked up to it. Dumbledore, who was wearing a poncho, looked solemnly, holding a card marked with this building in his hand. As for the card, he strode forward and waved his hand, the burning card and the flame behind him dissipated with a phoenix cry.

"You're here," Tina said anxiously. "They've been arguing inside. I'm afraid there won't be any results until the end of the matter over there. Have you seen the black wall over there?" Really, looks a bit like Credence Barburn—”

Tina trotted along beside him, and while giving him a quick introduction to the current situation, the two quickly went up to the second floor, "I think they should elect you to be the chairman of the federation, but—ah, the meeting room right here."

Dumbledore didn't stay on the second floor. He stepped up the stairs and continued to climb up. Tina didn't know why, so she had to follow. Outside the hall, the young man who had closed the window in the ward noticed Dumbledore. Lido's figure hurriedly opened the door and ran in.

There was a violent explosion in the center of Berlin, and the shaking of the stairs could be felt even in the distance. The debris of the city was scattered in all directions with the explosion, and one of the debris covering this block came from Dumbledore. The door flew in, smashing a crater on the floor, and soon, the rocks that shattered in the collision and became harder bounced along the door opened by the young wizard into the hall, and ruthlessly inserted into the long table The dial of the wall clock behind the old wizard was stuck just below the minute hand, which stopped the time that was moving forward firmly.

People pulled out their wands in panic and looked at the wall clock in unison. The time was a quarter past four.

Tina followed Dumbledore up to the third floor, and then rushed up to the fourth floor without stopping. She had never seen Dumbledore show such an expression before. After reaching the corridor on the fourth floor, Dumbledore stopped. , looking at her: "Where's Moody?"

"Moody?" Tina didn't know the names of the two wounded she rescued.

Dumbledore's movements didn't stop. He pushed open the nearest doors one by one. There was nothing behind the door. After a delay of 1 minute, he finally saw a heavy wooden door guarded outside the corner. Auror Seeing the intruder, he looked suspiciously at Tina behind Dumbledore, hesitated for two seconds and then raised his wand to meet him: "This is a required place, prohibit—"

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore had already circled behind him, his wand pressed against the doorknob.

The Auror's attack on Dumbledore's magic was blocked by Tina, and the next second, the door that was not easy to close or open was blown into pieces.

(End of this chapter)