My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 604 The Sun
"Is not it?"

Jokunda said sadly, "I have heard about some of your achievements, Riddle, I know that with you around, his safety is not a problem."

"What? Don't you care about Gnar's safety?" Tom smiled. "I thought you should at least pay attention to whether he has been turned into a fool by the venom of the Winged Demon."

"So you still remember me..." Jokunda said after a long silence, "I won't argue for my previous behavior. At least now, I am the same as those who watched his back walking all the way."

"Back view?"

Jokunda unbuttoned the chest of the robe. Tom was startled by her action and almost jumped on Nelson. Fortunately, Jokunda was wearing clothes under the robe. On the chest of a pure black sweater, a string of Gold and silver necklaces reflect the light from overhead.

On the necklace are two heavy ornaments that can even be called wordy - a small wooden box and a beautiful pendant.

Tom looked at this familiar necklace. The style of the pendant was somewhat similar to the logo of the Deathly Hallows, but the order of the Deathly Hallows was changed - the outermost one was a golden circle, and a flatter silver one. The isosceles triangle is buckled inside the ring, and a golden vertical line representing the Elder Wand divides the isosceles triangle into two symmetrical parts, and runs through the ring, pointing sharply to the first place.

The combination of the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak looks like a balance, or Nelson's mayfly, and the circle wrapped around it together with them constitutes a gleaming sun, or an eye staring at the world indifferently. .

"Oh... I like this pendant."

"If there is a chance, I can give you one."

"But before that, I think you should leave," Tom raised his hand, and a giant python that was strong enough to swallow a person vertically rushed out from behind him and slowly crawled in front of Jokunda. It opened its bloody mouth, but there was chaos in the snake's mouth, as if it was a door leading to another world, he said seriously, "You can rescue as many lunatics as possible now, the next battle may not be enough A few people can take it."

"They're not crazy, Riddle. Even if they're unconscious, they know exactly why they're fighting. Those Muggles are the most steadfast fighters." The chance of escape was at hand. She was too soft to act, but she still shook her head resolutely, and took a few steps back, "I brought them here, no matter what the result is, I will stay with them."

"You are overwhelmed by the guilt that doesn't belong to you," Tom stared into Jokunda's eyes, the scarlet pupils seemed to be able to see directly into her heart, "Don't be stubborn, you are pursuing self-destruction, I don't care, but Gnar is certainly not going to sit by and let this happen."

"Muggle ignorance, Riddle, they don't know the existence of magic, they just think that the world is running smoothly according to their laws, but the naked truth shatters their poor self-esteem," Jokunda bowed his head , said in a lyrical tone, "You may not know that people have resilience that other lives cannot match, but they are also the most fragile works of art in this world. We could have endured darkness, but only if we never Having seen the light, they regard him as the sun, and the world as their weeping eyes, just like the pendant on my chest, they are composed of many different symbols, but they only point to one Man, do you know why?"

"Because there's only one running for them."

"It's very close." Jokunda nodded and shook his head again. "The truth is, Nelson is the only wizard who has ever left a picture in their eyes."

"Ok?"

"Wizards are so proud, Riddle, do you know that the files of magical events experienced by Muggles all over the world are enough to fill the hall of the Magical Congress of America every year? But it seems that no Muggles claim to have seen wizards," Joe said. Kunda's calm appearance reminded Tom of Mrs. Cole, which was completely different from the naughty senior in his impression, "It seems that being known by Muggles is like stepping on the shadow of a nobleman by a pariah in some places. A monstrous blasphemy, who labor so hard to hide their existence, blatantly erasing memories of Muggle sightings, as if 'playing with memory', a crime as serious as the Unforgivable Curses among wizards, was a worthless crime. As a small matter, the names of the functional departments of the Ministry of Magic in each country are different, but the Office of Memory Logout is a consensus, just like a chain of fast food restaurants, wizards in the United States, and even the families of Muggle-born wizards I won't let it go."

"But it doesn't seem to concern you, Sikes."

"No, when I'm bathing in the sun, their stories are my stories," Jokunda shook her head, she put her hands on her chest, carefully mosuo the wooden box behind the pendant, and said softly , "Born in a narrow world, I used to have a narrow vision, but then I found that I was so ridiculous. Nelson's ideas seemed deviant, but he may be the only one who is sober. Maybe this is the prophet ... How long have we not seen the outside world? How long have we been confined to our own circles, and in Diagon Alley, which is bigger than a palm, it seems to have captured the whole world."

The giant python heaved and fell by Tom's hand, its sharp teeth rubbing against each other, making a tooth-piercing sound.

"I always thought that wizards and Muggles were special, because magic gave us god-like power. Now that I think about it, I'm ridiculous. What's the difference between our dispute and a few children fighting to change seats?"

"Strange description."

Tom waved his hand, and the python retreated behind him.

"In a big way, the conflict between wizards and Muggles is the epitome of the endless struggle and coexistence of life on the planet we live in. In a small way, it can also be compared to a student who is rejected by the class, a child who is not loved by his family, Even the out-of-fit plate in a set of tableware," Jokunda said in an extremely low tone, "I used to only want to get rid of my sister's control and use my method to restore the glory of Sykes, but I don't have that My ability, and my father was also persecuted to death because of taboo research. Later, I thought that I had found the last foothold in my life, but who would have thought that the abolished secrecy law would also have the magic power to impose misfortune on a fragile family. "

Jokunda seemed to have sunk into her own memory. Not only did Tom know the cause and effect, but she vented her suppressed emotions like a beanie. There were tears in her eyes, but her tone was not choked up, but she became more determined. .

"After he left, I sneaked back to the Great Lakes Basin, where I searched for a whole winter, from the early winter snow to the early spring trickle, and the leather boots he gave me were worn through layer after layer of soles, but There wasn't even a single footprint on the snow that was thick enough to cover me."

"You shouldn't be immersed in illusions." Tom obviously knew the story, and he hinted that he just wanted Jokunda to leave quickly, "That's not your life."

"I know, I don't care whether that story is true or not, at least it made me cry," Jokunda looked up, as if wanting to let the tears pour back into his stomach, "I don't know how long I haven't shed tears... I have spent the first half of my life rebelling for the sake of rebellion. I want to make my life more meaningful. Even if it is not as bright as the dazzling sun on the field in Boston, I also want to illuminate more people. , because someone once illuminated me - I have seen the light, so I don't want to cry under the quilt all the time!"

Her tone became intense, and the strong emotions rolled up enough to make the ghost who had just climbed onto the deck fall down. Tom stood firmly in place, looked at Nelson, then at Jokunda, revealing Quirky look.

"I admit, as you said, I want to destroy myself," Jokunda said sternly, the beautiful makeup on his face prepared for the last battle was washed into a big face by tears, as if the natives of Central America loved to paint on their faces This made her smile look even brighter, "I want to destroy that cowardly self who can't even ride a broom under the urging of my father, I want to destroy that self who is hiding in the forest and watching me The second father was dragged away by the American Aurors. This is their war, isn't it my war? I would rather die with them! Be buried under the streets of Berlin together, and I don't want to die again Escaped for the third time."

"Buried with those oil-wrapped engineers?"

Feeling the hot air around him due to Jokunda's excitement, Tom wanted to imitate Nelson's tone and tell Nelson's favorite German joke, but his temperament seemed to be a bit incompatible with the joke, and he wanted to ease Jokunda's emotions , now it's just the opposite, making the atmosphere awkward.

"..."

"Well," Tom shrugged, turned around and pointed his wand at Nelson's face, a small green snake crawled out of his sleeve, "I have a poison that can bring the dead back to life, even if he is being killed." Holding it silently in your hand is enough to wake you up."

……

Nelson wandered through the labyrinth of black boxes. These boxes with different styles but basically the same accessories fit his aesthetics very well. Now he is very convinced that he is inside the box that Dumbledore gave him, although he does not know why , but no matter in terms of aesthetics or the style of the encounter with Pythia just now, everything here should be from his handwriting, and Nelson has even begun to figure out: "If I fall down in the end, what will I add to it?" What about things?"

Thinking of this, he shook his head violently, spat silently, and secretly said "unlucky": "How could it be?"

Just at the moment of this interruption, the surrounding scene was completely different from the last time I saw it. These boxes jumped like the provocative time, changing every moment, and Nelson could no longer find the way back. The sound of unlocking the lock was getting closer and closer to him, as if it was right in front of him.

Looking at the pile of boxes stacked high in front of him, Nelson pursed his lips, took a step back, and started to run up, stepping on the exposed edge of the big box like a smart cat.

Standing on the top of the pile of boxes, looking at the endless black boxes around him, the originally narrow space has become extremely vast, and he does not know how many different attempts he has made in the cycle of time... Each box, Both are a similar time chained to twentieth-century England.

"These are my stories...but not mine."

Nelson took a deep breath. The pile of boxes under his feet had somehow become as precipitous as a mountain, and the ground under his feet had turned into a pitch-black patch, like an abyss.

Without hesitation, he took a step forward and jumped down.

A brand-new box that seemed to be opened for the first time was spread out on the ground. Letterheads, notes, and sketches were stacked together. The ink didn't seem to be dry yet, and the ink stain was left on the back of the previous layer of paper. Nelson half-kneeled on the ground, fascinated by the completely different story from before.

……

"What do you want to do?"

One hand grabbed Tom's wrist, and by the way, he buckled the gnawing little snake into Tom's sleeve. Nelson's pale face quickly returned to rosy, and Alexander's heartbeat sounded vigorously and excitedly under his feet. , he twisted his neck, covered the two obvious teeth marks on his shoulders, and locked his eyebrows together, "Hiss...it really hurts, you really let a snake bite me, Tom."

Tom slapped him hard in the hair, turned around, smiled and said to Jokunda, "Look, Gnar never gives up hope."

"I……"

Seeing the waking Nelson, Jokunda was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say for a while, and she couldn't utter a complete syllable after a long time. Some slogans can easily arouse people's shame in front of the Lord.

Nelson knew exactly what this cynical witch had done all these years. He knew better than Jokunda himself the changes in her. This was the change he wanted to see. Just looking at the tears in Jokunda's eyes, his I can't even bring up a smile.

After an unknown amount of time, the silent counterattack rushed onto the deck again, this time it was no longer a single ghost, but replaced by a surging wave that covered the sky with magical power, and it seemed that none of the three who were caught in embarrassment had the first chance. Time slowed down.

Just when their heads were covered with malice, Nelson raised his arms, and the parts of mayflies scattered around clung to the wand and quickly spliced ​​them into shape. A long sword that shot straight into the sky was held in his hand like a thunder captured by a god. His face was extremely calm, and his arms simply chopped down.

A cold light wrapped in strong magic power pierced the sky, and the cutting edge extended for an unknown distance.

Jokunda squinted her eyes because of the strong wind. When she opened her eyes, Nelson only had a wand full of knots in her hand. Behind her, the mighty monster was neatly cut from the middle. It became two halves, and the section seemed to be solidified and could not be reassembled, not even turning into mucus.

The marks left by the sword's edge were deeply carved into the ground, almost splitting half of Berlin into two halves.

"It's the Berlin Wall."

Nelson raised his wand again, and behind Moran was the gap opened by Dumbledore.

The parts of the mayfly were suspended around him again, moving towards the center in an orderly manner. The complex structure was wrapped in a silver carapace, and a cylindrical hollow tube was formed on Nelson's shoulder. He closed one eye, and the next second , the strong magic power of the patron saint lingered around him, a thick silver-white light beam rushed out from the nozzle, and the strong recoil made him lie on the back of the chair.

When Jokunda opened his eyes again, there was an irreparable big hole in Moran's chest, and the spell amplified by the complex structure penetrated its body, rushing straight to the towering black wall, An identical hole was opened on the side of the gap made by Dumbledore, leaving neat circular gaps in the buildings along the way.

The two holes combined make a ridiculous pair of glasses.

(End of this chapter)