My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 602 Regret
"Nina Conde..."

Dumbledore stared at her for a long time, looking at her pretty but tired face, in his eyes, the current Nina may be the most beautiful person in the world, looking at that artwork-like face is dazzling He lowered his head, there was no pity or regret in his eyes, but there was a trace of sadness that he felt the same way.

Like everyone in this world except Ludwig, he still doesn't know the story of that lonely young man. Maybe this witch who went deep into dangerous places with Ludwig knows something, but she can't see it anymore. It's not the world where her lover traded his life for hope, just wait a little longer... as long as it can be delayed for half a day, even if it's only 15 minutes, until he comes, at least this girl can still see.

His eyes stayed on the girl's gown that exposed the quilt. The logo of the rogue gang was so dazzling that he couldn't even empathize with how an upright soul would suffer when she wore the same clothes as the murderers who killed her lover. He didn't understand. , why is she willing to fall into this situation?
"Albus, the most important thing now is to figure out what's going on inside," the old wizard also had his own morality in his heart. If he was a person like Judge Shafik, the International Federation of Wizards would not push him away. Up to the current position, "If the person who witnessed the scene is me, I am willing to donate my eyes... We will give them corresponding compensation and let them have the glory that many people can't get in their lifetime, but now, We have to do business, and you agreed at the beginning."

Dumbledore's body swayed, and the feeling of exhaustion came to him again. He suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Isn't he running around these days just to reach a consensus among wizards in this era when the secrecy law was abolished? Righteousness"?He recognizes sacrifice and is willing to sacrifice, but why should he see the tragedy of the injured being sacrificed again?He wished that the friend's message hadn't found him, and he wished that when he arrived, the center of Berlin had already decided the winner.

Dumbledore has been deliberately avoiding Nelson's whereabouts. He learned the news from the Wizengamot the first time Nelson disappeared a few days ago, but he did not intervene in what Nelson wanted to do like six years ago. Conscientiously playing a responsible principal, meticulously conducting that boring interview that almost makes people fall asleep, he certainly knows who is coming to make up the number, and he knows who it will be before anyone Becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts for the next term.

He just didn't want to see any more regrets. A ray of wind blew in from the broken window and lifted Dumbledore's hair. The hot wind did not sweep away his fatigue, but dragged his memory into It's an afternoon like today's windy day.

Beside him is the towering Eiffel Tower in the center of Paris. The intertwined iron frame is falling rapidly in his eyes. His head is congested from standing on his head, but his arms are still tightly grasping the sleeve of the falling Grindelwald. .

"My life is a pile of regrets, Gellert...Looking back, I am surprised to find that I have been an old man in his 40s and 50s, and for such a long time, I didn't seem to get anything done."

Dumbledore listened to the wind in his ear, not far away the tongues of flames from tall buildings hit the iron tower with the strong wind, one of them stroked and kissed his cheek like a girl, his neat beard was scorched black by the flames, Embracing his former best friend and current old enemy, he saw the same concern and calmness in Grindelwald's eyes. The eyes of the two intertwined, as if they had returned to the youthful age when they discussed and studied magic together.

It’s just that they are no longer what they looked like when they were young, the fine lines around their eyes are becoming more and more conspicuous day by day, and the surrounding environment is not the verdant forest around the Godric Valley. The younger brother holds the shy younger sister up and stares at the two sitting in the garden talking through the kitchen window.

On the contrary, the city of Paris covered in black veils was becoming scorching hot due to the burning buildings. Perhaps it was the first time they embraced so tightly, but Dumbledore held the determination to perish together while falling.

"But I still feel young, you know? I feel younger than even the Hogwarts kids. Anyone at our age has accomplished a few things, big or small, Fame or happiness alone, but I don't seem to, Gellert, the other day I saw a third-grade girl hiding under the mistletoe secretly reading a love letter from the boy she adores entrusted to the owl, young girl She doesn't know how to hide her emotions, and her joy is almost overflowing," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I also know that she got an O in Transfiguration class, and I scored it myself. Sometimes happiness is as simple as that. , Gellert."

"It's not bad." In the strong wind, Dumbledore could not see Grindelwald's face clearly, he could only hear his comfortable voice, "Sometimes happiness is so simple... According to this, her life has been successful .”

"Much more successful than me, so I feel like I'm still a kid, waiting for Lady Luck to come down and kiss me on the forehead for the first time."

"Better than us."

"what?!"

Grindelwald's voice was covered by the strong wind. He clasped Dumbledore's neck tightly with his hands and touched a thin rope that was trembling in the strong wind. After a moment of silence, he opened his arms and laughed loudly. : "Another proud disciple of yours, Tom Riddle, is in that building, and was honored to participate in our ceremony!"

He could clearly feel Dumbledore's hesitation and stiffness, as he had done many years ago.

Finally, at the moment of falling to the ground, Dumbledore's figure disappeared in a mass of phoenix flames, but Grindelwald hit the ground heavily, accompanied by a burst of unsatisfactory laughter, he was smashed to pieces, a group of Bat-like black shadows flapped their wings and flew in all directions.

"You left regrets again, Albus..."

Grindelwald stood up again on the roof of the building facing the street where the bats were overwhelming. The fire in the hotel where Tom was in across the street was suddenly extinguished out of thin air. There was not even a black spot of fire left on the outer wall of the building.

He smiled and shook his head. If Dumbledore had chosen not to let go just now, would he die generously?Grindelwald didn't know the answer to this question. Looking at Dumbledore who summoned a phoenix from the window to take Tom away, he retreated to the inner side of the roof before he turned back to look out the window. After all, their eyes never met again .

"But who isn't, Albus?"

Grindelwald raised his hand, with a small rose-red drop-shaped gemstone stuck to his fingertips, which he had just snapped from the blood curse crystal bottle hanging around Dumbledore's neck, before unscrewing the cap As the last meaningless line of defense, he stretched his fingers, allowing the jewel to slip from his fingertips and be swept into the wind like a tear.

Dumbledore shook his head, his dark eyes were blurred again, he saw a bloody tear slipping from the corner of Nina's sunken eye, it was a rose red tear like a jewel, and he was in the wind The drop I received was exactly the same.

On the day Ludwig died in battle, when Nelson sat on the bench to say goodbye to him, Dumbledore actually arrived very early. He stood behind the pillars of platform nine and three quarters, listening to Nelson silently. Talk to Ludwig.

In fact, he has always been a student who can't understand himself. Since he was in the Westside Orphanage, he has been more intelligent than most people. "Who can resist making friends with Nelson?" This is Dumbledore The sentence he heard the most in the Xicheng Orphanage was vague, but it was enough. He still could not forget the eyes of those two children when he saw them for the first time. One was ambitious, the other was as calm as water. A replica of Grindelwald's youth, and they seem to be even better.

After the two little wizards entered Hogwarts, he has been paying attention to them. Like many people think, Dumbledore also feels that he is too conceited and always wants to pick everything on his shoulders. He is wary of Tom A yearning for power, but also a curiosity about what lies beneath Nelson's calm blue eyes.

He is too plain, as if he doesn't care about anything, even if he learns the magic that many people are thinking about, he looks happy, but what he looks for doesn't seem to be the spell that drives him to wave his wand.

He was somewhat relieved that these two little fellows had formed a deep friendship at such a young age, and Nelson seemed to be Tom's anchor, anchoring that ambitious soul on the calm sea.

But it didn't take long for him to realize that he was wrong, very wrong.

He still can't empathize with what Nelson cares about. He can smile lightly at things that most people worry about, but loses his mind on some things that need to cater to order. Dumbledore finally understands that Nelson Under the calm eyes is the madness of recklessness, and in his blue pupils like sea water, there are turbulent waves brewing in Haiti.

He dared to point his wand at his principal for revenge, and he didn't even care about the order and discipline of this society, as if he was the ship that had found its anchor.

The thing Dumbledore regrets the most over the past few years is that he snatched away his enemy out of the protection of Nelson in Troca's bar. Sometimes, looking at the world turned upside down, he can't help but think, if he indulged him back then Wouldn't everything be different if Nelson hadn't kept his regrets to himself?

Dumbledore didn't know, but after hearing what Nelson said to Ludwig, his heart bound by the harsh order loosened, and he felt the blood in his body was boiling hot. If the person he cares about does what he wants to do and what he agrees with, will the world stop leaving us with regrets like before?

But he still didn't understand why Nelson cared so much about Ludwig. They were obviously not very familiar with each other, and they were obviously former rivals, so when he learned that Nelson was going to come to Berlin in person, he, as the chief of the Wizengamot, didn't care. He has long disliked the stupid plan of the International Federation of Wizards. Locking a group of wild beasts in a cage is something only a circus can do, and there is at least one animal trainer who is good at wielding a whip in the circus. What's more, there is Nurmengard in the south who is watching the excitement and fueling the flames. Even if there is no high wall built silently, they have already lost their initial control over Prussia.

Dumbledore saw Grindelwald in Berlin. He manipulated this sinful place with the hands of dark wizards, and invited him to join the game provocatively, but Dumbledore pretended not to see it. Nelson, who tore up the secrecy law with all his strength, will not leave regrets like himself back then.

"Albus?"

"Professor Dumbledore?"

The call in the ward brought his attention back to reality. He had even imagined the reaction when the bloody Nelson ended his war and saw Nina who had lost both eyes. He had even begun to imagine what Nelson was doing inside.

But he is not going to control it anymore, this is his war.

"Albus, if you want to hold us accountable, you can do it here. After the incident, I have a clear conscience and am willing to accept any reasonable accusations from you," the old wizard's beard trembled with the wind, "but since you are here, As the most powerful wizard in the world, you need to shoulder your responsibilities."

"The most powerful wizard?"

Dumbledore smiled, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only his last words in the air, "If you want to know what happened inside, why don't you see it yourself? If you are not afraid, come along .”

In the next second, a strong sonic boom swept across the entire block, and a circular hole suddenly appeared on the high wall in the distance. The opening through which the building passes.

People looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one had the intention of leaving.

Tina resisted the smoke and the nausea in her stomach, and carefully took care of the gasping girl on the hospital bed.

"Should we take countermeasures?"

"It seems that we did not enter the center of Berlin in our preset situation?"

"Since Dumbledore played in person, then we..."

"I think the famous Dumbledore can solve the crisis by himself, what do you think?"

"Then shall we continue to gouge out the rest of the boy's eyes?" A mocking laugh came from the crowd, "So even if the result of our discussion just now was 'wait for Dumbledore', and now No difference... oh, there is, we got three eyeballs, didn't we, guys?"

"..."

Different from the previous loud and swearing votes, this time the discussions of the wizards are mainly questions. Obviously the big hole is there, and it is obvious that it can completely fill the entire building, but they seem to use this question to express The hole is blocked.

The peeping eyes looked towards the entrance of the cave, and then quickly avoided it.

……

"I found you."

Tom stood outside a house that was only half left, leaning half of his body into the hole in the outer wall. A little boy covered in black was curled up in the corner with his legs in his arms, trembling all over.

The slender black thread in his hand pointed directly at the black child, connecting it to the top of his head.

Tom tugged lightly, pulling it out like hair, and the little boy raised his head, staring at Tom, who was raising his wand and casting a spell, with a pair of big, bulbous eyes.

"Barry Dippet, you don't look as imposing as the one out there."

(End of this chapter)