My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 610
"It... is watching us."

Anyone would be terrified of being stared at by a giant like Alexander, especially when he and his companions who brought him a sense of security around him were completely surrounded by that straight beam of light. Ancient symbols flicker, making those who pay attention to it feel dazzled.

The wizards quickly lost their positions, and some people even started to flee timidly, but soon, the crowd re-formed under the command of experienced Aurors, and the vacant positions they had left for reinforcements had been filled. It is much smaller, but it is undoubtedly more compact. In the case of confirming that reinforcements will not arrive, this is already the best and fastest solution at the moment.

The Aurors quickly sorted out their equipment. Ironically, the source of many of the protective gear was inextricably linked to Nelson. Seeing their quick return to form, Nelson, who had already reached the edge of the platform above Alexander's head, frowned. Eyebrows, this is completely different from the motley crew I have encountered before.

He lowered his head, clenched his fist, and then let go, repeating the action. The black ring on his middle finger gleamed in the night, as if he was excited about the possible appearance of the dead.

"It's really troublesome... Gnar."

Tom took a step forward, walked to the edge of the platform above Alexander's head with his hands behind his back, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Nelson, overlooking everything on the ground. Under the aftermath of the battle between the two behemoths, Berlin could no longer see its former prosperity, and so did Tom. It was the first time to stand at such a high place and look down on all living beings. Those people who are rarely seen in ordinary times looked no smaller than ants, and in their eyes, the two people above Alexander's head were just insignificant pixels. , not to mention that only the sun hanging high in the sky was left in their sight.

"It makes my blood boil. Are we making enemies of the world like this?"

The hem of Tom's coat fluttered with the high-altitude wind, making hunting noises, and his soft black hair fluttered wildly, like a group of flames that burned everything, or like a wild and long bush. Under the agitation of magic power, he almost In the blink of an eye, the desire in my heart was aroused, the eyes were terribly red, like a torrent of blood flowing, the magic wand was lightly pinched on the fingertips, just the mood of anticipation was enough to make the air around the tip of the wand change. It was distorted, but Nelson beside him didn't feel the slightest bit of fear or fear because of his appearance. He just glanced at him and then looked away.

His eyes not only stayed on those wizards who were covered by Alexander's gaze, but also stayed on the ruined city, on those muggles who ran out of the scarred buildings and stopped on the street, and stayed on the people who threw Alexander Come or in numb or praying eyes.

The Adam's apple rolled gently on his neck, and Nelson shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, Jokunda behind him took a step forward and spoke out before him.

"No!"

Although she is a few years older, she is not as calm as Nelson and Tom, but her eyes are full of anger, staring at an inconspicuous witch in the corner of the crowd of the International Federation of Wizards, her jaws are vigorously agitating, Gritting his teeth, he said, "They are... the enemies of the world."

Nelson tilted his head, and looked at Tom who turned his head, with a knowing smile on his face.

The belly of the penguin sitting in the distant forest is still burning with flames for slaughter and destruction, but it is completely sealed inside by ice sculptures, like a bright wall lamp, lighting up half of the night in Berlin.

"From a tactical point of view, Gnar, I think we should get rid of those guys who seem to be a bit strong over there while they are still on a shaky footing," Tom squinted his eyes. He seemed to be very interested in fighting, especially It is the battle of magic that is almost instinctively sensitive. Under the exposure of the lights in Alexander's eyes, he quickly noticed several dangerous wizards in the crowd. Their gazes also passed Alexander's one-eyed eyes and stopped at Nelson and Tom's body, although they can't see each other clearly, but for senior wizards, they lock each other's opponents, Tom shook his head and continued, "But from your standpoint, it seems that we shouldn't take the initiative to attack ...But it doesn't matter, these people can't defeat us."

Behind the two, Jokunda clutched her chest, feeling nauseated and dizzy, not only because of the cold and thin air at the height, but also because the words she just yelled had consumed all her courage. It is even impossible to imagine the state of mind in which Tom made such a bold and arrogant declaration.

"What should we do..."

She shouted silently in her heart, her feet were soft, she had never seen such a scene, just picking a few from the group of people under her feet was enough to form the configuration that destroyed the happy family back then, in her opinion, The three of them, including myself, were no different from dead people.

"Don't worry, Jojo..."

In a daze, Jokunda heard the old hunter's voice mixed with wind and snow. She raised her head slowly, and before she knew it, tears had covered her cheeks. Before they came to Berlin, they had already decided that this might be their last battle, so they specially painted light makeup on their face. The heavy rain and exhaustion did not damage her makeup in the slightest, but at this moment, under the washing of tears , her face seemed to be wearing a funny mask, and the ravines of different shades were covered with a young but weather-beaten face. With her eyes wide open, the figure of the old hunter Nelson disappeared, and the blizzard all over the Great Lakes disappeared. Only Nelson, who seemed to be carrying light in the night, was bending down and reaching out to help her up.

"Ghokunda, is winning a battle that must be won more difficult than crossing the Atlantic Ocean on a broomstick?" Nelson blinked and smiled, "Didn't you say that? They are against the world, throughout the ages , but no one has accomplished the feat of winning the world."

"But..." Jokunda was at a loss for words for a moment, but she said the words herself, and she was unwilling to refute the justice that must prevail in her heart.

"There you go."

Nelson took a step forward, and a thunderbolt suddenly burst out in the clear night sky, making the night pale, illuminating the naive penguins in the suburban forest, and lighting up the tall towers looming in the depths of the southern mountains. The stars in the sky spread among the stars, and the jumping electric light connected them together. The Aurors recruited by the International Federation of Wizards cast defensive magic in time, but nothing strange happened.

The old wizard walked out of the crowd, raised his hand and shook, the Aurors dropped their defenses, he raised his head and stared at the imaginatively shaped stars in the sky, under the complex expression, no one could see what he was thinking.

Nelson took his left hand out of his pocket, and a small shiny silver ball was twirling at his fingertips. During the rotation as fast as an afterimage, it split into two and then into four, gradually becoming innumerable Clear, endless.

Under the control of the magic wand, these small silver balls, which are difficult to grasp by sight, flew around the city. , suddenly lit up again.

……

In the high tower of Nurmengard, Grindelwald was resting with his eyes squinted. Suddenly, bright light pried his squinted eyelids open. He looked out of the window, and the window facing the north was lit by a distant light. It was dawn, he stood up, cheered up from the long work, and walked to the window. The city of Nurmengard was echoing with endless exclamations. After Nelson left, every day here was worse than yesterday. Prosperous, but there seems to be something missing, missing the daily surprises when he was still around?Or is life without Nelson's blowout life getting better every day?
The wizards living in Nurmengard are already very satisfied. In the center of the city, in the square below the library, the torch in the hands of the statue of Pythia became brighter and brighter. Finally, vigorous water mist spewed out from the flames. , condensed in mid-air, the water curtain that had not been seen for a long time reappeared in front of people's eyes, and night owls gathered in the square with friends and companions, staring at the dim picture intently.

Grindelwald's beard trembled. He put on his coat and walked out of the room. Several saints had been waiting at the door for an unknown amount of time.

"what's up?"

Grindelwald took a brand new wand from one of them, and waved it casually in his left hand a few times. Sparks splashed, and the printed chain tightly embedded in the skin was exposed under the raised sleeve. The wand quickly moved in his hand. Aging and collapsing, the wooden stick body screams of decay and rupture, revealing the dragon heartstrings wrapped in the core of the stick. The nerves that were fresh and young not long ago now seem to be dug out from an old dragon that has been dead for an unknown number of years. of.

Small sparks hit the wall, and the thick black stone bricks were easily corroded into pits the size of fists. He shook his head, held the broken wand, and raised his left hand to the outside of the handrail of the stairs. Loosen, the wand fell into the bottomless abyss of the spiral staircase. It took a long time before there was a dull impact sound, the bottom of the building flickered, and soon fell into darkness.

Several wizards followed the frequency of his footsteps and stepped back. The wizard who presented the wand hurriedly took out a new box from behind, and Grindelwald took out another wand from it. Putting it into the pocket, he turned to look at the other person.

"Master Grindelwald, this is an official letter from the International Federation of Wizards."

"Oh? They're looking for me, what's the matter?" Grindelwald seemed to be asking knowingly, and yawned along the way.

"Master Wertning... No, the careerist Nelson Williams has started a war in Berlin. They want to ask for your assistance, providing some assistance in transportation and supplies, preferably combat power." The wizard swallowed, and continued, "The water curtain downstairs in the library opened by itself, and we can't control it. This may be the magic left by its inventor...It was used at a critical moment."

"When did those guys need a notorious dark wizard to protect them?" Grindelwald said a sarcasm, but there was no sarcasm in his indifferent tone, not even a rhetorical tone, he Without even looking at the wizard, he said softly, "Pay attention to your wording, there is no careerist in your mouth, now we have to smuggle food in every day to prevent you from starving to death."

"Yes... yes," the wizard holding the official letter swallowed hard but couldn't swallow it, and said, "Nah...Master Wertling, he wants to help Muggles defeat wizards, and yours Advocating...contradictory, so, that's why I, I..."

"Aiaiai, what does it look like?" Grindelwald walked past him, and the wizard who didn't catch up with the speed accelerated, but rolled down the stairs, only to hear Grindelwald's voice spinning into his ears , "You can say whatever you want. Nurmengard didn't deprive you of the right to speak, but did Nelson say he wanted to defeat us? Did he say he wanted to come and take my head?"

"No... no."

"We are not the kind of motley crew who want to fight all kinds of battles, young man," Grindelwald's figure has arrived at the bottom of the Black Tower in a blink of an eye, and broken wands have piled up in the courtyard of the spiral staircase The first floor is like a cemetery, "Let the saints gather, we will wait for dawn before going, before that, you go to the library to observe and observe, what kind of people who do great things should be."

The door of the Black Tower closed silently, and Grindelwald stood at the bottom of the tower. People rushing towards the library would always stop and salute when they saw him. The silver chain that tightly tightened the skin was connected to a touch of metallic luster in the palm of Xu Shake's hand, and the streamers in his strange-colored pupils flickered, and he murmured: "Have you started?"

……

In London, Martha, who was running wildly with her skirt in her skirt, knocked on the door of Room [-] on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron. The sleepy Myrtle waited for a while before opening the door. These days, waiting for the results of the Ministry of Magic interview She has been living here, and the tenants on the same floor have been woken up, glaring at the two guys who disturbed the residents in the middle of the night.

Myrtle, who was glared at, immediately woke up, dragged Martha in, and closed the door. She thought something happened to Martha, and asked nervously, "What happened?"

"Have you read the magazine?"

"Magazine? What magazine?"

Martha sat down on Myrtle's bed, took out a copy of "The Quibbler" rolled up into a paper tube from her bosom, and turned to the last page at once. All the dense discussions on this page disappeared, The ink blots blend together to form a continuous, ever-changing comic strip as the magazine unfolds.

Simple lines outline a young man with light hair, and the two of them can tell at a glance that the person in the picture is Nelson.

He stepped on a square metal plate and flew down from the towering giant's head. At his destination, countless Aurors were raising their wands, pointing at him densely.

He opened his mouth, and a round frame outlined by black lines suddenly appeared in the blank space of the screen, and a line of small characters slowly emerged.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nelson Wertning Williams, alone."

Among the crowd, an old wizard stood up, and a dialog box appeared beside him: "Your parents and I are old acquaintances, if they know that the child they desperately protected has become the most shocking criminal in this century, I'm afraid Will be disappointed."

Martha felt that the magazine in her hand suddenly became thicker. The back cover struggled at her fingertips, and quickly broke free, and a thick new page burst out. The same dense discussions as before crazily surged and covered each other. The explanations about the events presented in the screen are also emerging line by line in a separate corner.

(End of this chapter)