My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 611 Let him finish
"Are you afraid of me?"

Nelson, who stepped on the silver plate, was a head taller than most people. He raised his chin, and glanced indifferently at the crowd of Aurors in front of him. No one rushed to attack and kill without receiving orders. Nelson Ignoring the questioning from the old wizard who changed the subject, he politely repeated his question just now, "Are you... afraid of me?"

The eyes of the Aurors sometimes focused on the old wizard's back, and sometimes moved to Alexander's face, and no one spoke.

"It's not me you should be afraid of, it's all the sentient beings behind you."

Nelson paused, looked at the numb Berlin citizens, and continued, "You are the same."

"Whoosh!"

The magic light flickered.

Nelson lowered his head and looked at the wound on his abdomen pierced by the curse. The part that had already received a warning and transformed into water was slowly healing back to its original appearance. Fine silver threads protruded from the opening of the coat pierced by the curse, like A pair of weaver's skillful hands were threading needles and quickly stitching up the hole. He raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and finally looked at the angry old wizard.

"Are you sure you want to provoke disputes and don't want to see a better, more progressive, more harmonious and more inclusive world?"

Nelson's eyes stopped on the face of the old wizard who had been neglected for a long time. He raised his head and pouted his neck. His old and cloudy eyes were filled with unquenchable resentment. His cheeks were full of anger following the gnashing of teeth, and his back was behind his back. hand gestures lightly.

Nelson waited patiently for his response. In the next second, the spells shot out from the hands of the Aurors behind the old wizard. The slender spells mixed together and formed a torrent that could swallow everything. Nelson's They are not even half as thick as those mixed spells. In the quiet night, the killing spells look particularly glaring, but from the perspective of readers of "The Quibbler", they only see Nelson asking In a word, a string of ellipsis popped out of the old wizard's mouth, and then the screen turned blank.

"What happened? Is this thing broken?"

Martha shook the spine of the book, but this movement was quickly stopped by Myrtle.

The picture returned to the overlooking angle. The place where Nelson was originally standing was empty, and the spell hit him solidly. None of the wizards who were watching the water curtain or the magazine at the moment thought that he could leave a little bit of wreckage. Only a few pieces of metal fragments in the air were baked into a liquid state by high temperature, floating in the air under the lingering power of the spell, and the place that should have been Nelson was even twisted under the bombardment of so many magic powers, forming an indistinct mass. At every moment, there are countless curses that lose their target before they can touch Nelson, bursting out of the vortex and erupting all around. Obviously there is only one opponent, but they show the momentum to face thousands of troops.

The smoke scattered and flew in all directions. Perhaps this was the last trace of Nelson left in the world-at least most people thought so.

Martha pursed her lips tightly. She didn't know what magic should look like. In her mind, every wizard is a figure who dominates the lives of mortals. The usual Mr. Ogden is said to be one of them. The best, those hateful guys... It seems that everyone is similar to Ogden, is he going to lose Nelson, a friend who speaks out for Muggles like himself?

She had no intention of looking at the picture in the magazine, and she didn't even notice the small frame squeezed out of the four corners of the picture.

"Boring, I knew at the age of 12 that I couldn't go to someone's door to ask for a fight."

In the corner of the team, a nervous Auror yawned, and said to the apprentice who was still holding his wand tightly and vigilantly, "When dealing with dark wizards, we can't follow the rules like we deal with normal people. After all, rules are for We serve... bah, what the hell?"

He waved his hand, and it seemed that a small silver flying insect flew in front of him just now. What Auror didn't know was that, as the announcer of the prologue of the Great War, he had the honor to be alone in the "comics" of "The Quibbler". Occupies a grid.

Most of the Aurors, including the wizards of the International Federation of Wizards, were relieved, and there was even a little bit of slander. Only those Aurors with little experience remained vigilant. Suddenly, Alexander's eyes flashed. After a flash, the surrounding light also dimmed, and the Aurors suddenly realized that the monster they feared was still standing there, and hurriedly raised their wands in unison as they had practiced before, and the ultimate guardian magic spell neatly Roaring out loudly, with a lot of momentum, a thick barrier appeared in front of them instantly, but then, Alexander's light source turned on again, as if just the light bulb was broken.

They froze in place, not daring to move, and no one wanted to touch it.

"What are you afraid of?"

The old wizard took a step forward, stretched out his wand and waved it at the position where Nelson was just now. There was nothing. His stern face finally calmed down. He turned around and said softly: "In the history of wizards, there is no lack of such self-righteousness." He is an ambitious person, but our order has been maintained for a thousand years since its establishment. During these thousand years, there have been many wonderful characters who are even much stronger than him, but none of them can shake the order we established. Do you know why? "

"..."

"Very well," he didn't seek an answer, he just wanted to elicit his own understanding, the scattered smoke of Nelson was still lingering behind him, "because we are right, the truth cannot be profaned, some people Thinking that you can be unscrupulous by tearing up a small law, thinking that you have found the power to fight against us and seize power for yourself? After all, the "International Statute of Secrecy" was not set up because we were afraid of those stupid Muggles, it's just that wizards don't need to waste their time dealing with them."

Discussions resounded in the crowd, and then fell silent following the old wizard's words.

"Cheer for the victory. Even though it's a farce, it's still worthy of praise." He was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his thin arms and roared, "Glory!"

"Rong—"

The light in Alexander's eyes was dazzling and uniform, but for some reason, the Aurors surrounded by it felt that it was rotating, evenly rotating in a counterclockwise direction. They had just raised their arms and opened their mouths to call out the old man The wizard's slogan, but his eyes widened because of the spectacle behind the old wizard.

The scattered smoke slowly gathers along the track that once dispersed. It is so scattered that people can't see its true face until it is connected together—the dense and steaming mist, like dripping into a pool. The pigments are generally interspersed and wandered among the fragments of the spell. It seems to be illuminated by a passive light, filled with a silvery white glow, and it is even more eye-catching in the night than the old wizard not far away. The old wizard also noticed Seeing the movement of the Aurors, he turned around slowly, his dignified eyes fixed on the slowly gathering water mist.

"Does this Williams have the ability to come back from the dead?" He waved his hand and whispered to another wizard who was running.

The wizard collected a lot of information about Nelson in a short period of time, but at this moment he shook his head, "Didn't he just show the ability to transform the human body to escape the curse? Maybe—"

"Are you serious? Can the human body deform to such an extent?"

"His teacher was Albus Dumbledore, sir, and his last name was Wertling, Weltling of the Brook."

The old wizard's eyes widened suddenly. No matter how absurd the words he heard at this moment, he still raised his wand. His old body contained a hundred years of magic power and experience, and the gust of wind swept towards the mist around him. Go, one after another powerful spells gushed out from the tip of the staff, rushing towards the mist like money, he turned his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I need reinforcements, all wizards! Do you understand?!"

Seeing this, the Aurors quickly organized a second round of attack, and the spell of saturation strike poured in Nelson's direction. They no longer disappeared with Nelson as before, but were quickly witnessed by people.

A spell can pierce a stone, knock down a mountain, or kill a person, but how can it shatter a fog that is already blurred, a drop of water that is already invisible?

The curse passed through the mist like raindrops and flew backwards. In the next second, the ground shook and the mountains of Berlin trembled due to the violent bombardment. A fan-shaped urban area was razed to the ground in an instant, and even the ground They were all shoveled out of a deep abyss, like a dry river bed, the broken water pipes and sewers were exposed to the air, the water flowing in the pipes gushed out uncontrollably, and several waterfalls appeared in the city at the same time Here, the amount of water that is usually enough to cause floods is now a drop in the bucket for this deep pit cut out by magic, and it can't even cover the bottom of the deep pit for a while.

But when the aftermath of the magic dissipated, the glaring mist still condensed firmly according to the path it spread out, and was not scattered by the attack. The old wizard's emaciated body was like a bamboo pole, with the flapping robe hanging on the verge of falling, His beard and hair danced wildly like an angry lion, and the strong wind swept through the fragile buildings around him. After realizing that he wanted to blow away the fog, the Aurors also joined him. After being rubbed by the storm, it collapsed like a building block whose foundation was removed, and the huge building materials and floor slabs were also sucked into the wind. With the joint efforts of everyone, a whirlwind with the momentum of destroying the world suddenly condensed and formed in the center of the European continent. Its spread was so wide that it even blew away the clouds hundreds of kilometers away.

But in the eye of the wind with the most terrifying magic power, the water mist does not seem to exist in the same space as the strong wind, and condenses into a ball without being affected at all.

Nelson's voice is in the ears of the Aurors and the wizards of the International Federation of Wizards, in the water curtains of wizard settlements around the world, in the pictures and texts on the last page of every "Quieker", in every star hanging high in the sky In the man-made stars above, in the twinkling eyes of every mayfly flying around the world.

"I'm Nelson Wertning Williams, and I'm sorry to have set out to open the deadliest wound in the world."

The mist gradually condensed into a silhouette of a person, differentiated into the color of Nelson.

"No matter who you are, no matter what you believe in or what you stand for, I think I can be considered as your compatriot," the dense spell pierced through the human-shaped mist, but only made the deep pit in the distance deeper. "Maybe you are a wizard who is alone because of your blood or your own characteristics. Maybe you are a Muggle and your family is difficult to reunite because your children have magical powers. Maybe you have never met or heard of wizards. existence, but living in a group of people, there will always be someone who is different.”

"Erase his voice!" the old wizard raged, but conventional magic was of no avail.

"Too many tragedies are born because of prejudice and short-sightedness. I don't think it's stupid. It's just that the narrow vision makes it difficult to meet the eyes that were cast on each other when human civilization was born thousands of years ago," Nelson said. The outline of his face became clear and distinct, and the spell shot in from his face, leaving from the back of his head transformed into water, and his voice did not change a bit, "This is the first time I shout to the world, my Compatriots, magic factories have been started in every corner of the world, and the convenience brought by magic has changed our lives. Wizards are also inseparable from the convenience brought by gears, levers and bearings. Our world, our world Life, our fellow man is getting better and better, leap forward, we open the door to tomorrow."

"I allow you to use black magic!"

"Did you hear that? The people standing opposite us are not so stubborn. On the contrary, they have a more flexible bottom line than anyone else. Those who punch us, they don't even know that the powerful people will The purpose of their sending here, the closed cocoon room deprived them of the right to understand different voices, and I always believe that people have the right to make choices according to their will no matter when, where and under what circumstances, "Water The body of the fog opened its arms, and the same skin grew out of the fog a few minutes ago, "Maybe some of you have seen the movies I made, some of you have heard of the things I did, and some of you have read my essays, Someone has been to the park I built... Now, I want to ask you for help."

The unshackled Aurors exerted even more terrifying power. Nelson's solid body could already be hit by black magic, but just when the magic was about to rush in front of him, a man in a black robe than black The young wizard, who is more like the dark wizard, falls between him and the old wizard.

The wand flicked gently, and the powerful spell accumulated on Alexander's head for a long time also arrived. The two equally evil magic forces collided and completely annihilated everything in between.

Tom raised his hand, raised his index finger to his mouth, and smiled at the old wizard who was a step away: "Shh, let him finish."

Tom was on his own, but the long spell that Nelson had ridiculed so many times had finally played its role at this moment. In the face of any dark magic, it was enough to last until Nelson finished speaking.

"Go and look for the beacons that light up around the city, wizards who agree with me, I need your strength," Nelson shouted, with a white windbreaker wrapping his body, "Muggles whose fate is determined by magic... If you If you want to fight for yourself, call out my name! Peace is beautiful, but it requires blood and fire!"

The light of apparition was densely lit up in the ranks of the International Federation of Wizards. Dumbledore, who was sitting on the roof of a certain building in the city, squinted his eyes. In every corner of the world, people with an attitude of trying shouted Nelson's name.

The last cloud of mist rested in Nelson's palm, and he walked up to Tom and pushed the mist on his head. The soft felt hat was not damaged at all, and his lips trembled with anger at the momentary helplessness of Tom's magic. The old wizard raised the brim of his hat, sighed, and gave the answer to the question just now.

"Unfortunately, it looks like you've already made up your mind."

(End of this chapter)