My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 615 Human Heart
"Doubt is the worst potion, sir, but do you know what makes it so terrible?"

Tom's wand slashed across the face of the old wizard, even without the blessing of magic power, the old wizard still felt a burning pain from the scratch. Tom's behavior at the moment was humiliating, but no one stepped forward to stop it. The Aurors stood there nervously, all eyes were on their companions who fought side by side with them not long ago,

"It's scary because you and the object of your suspicion will fall into endless suspicion together. It's scary because once you start, you can't stop. Even if you cut your heart out and show it to others, you can't prove it. Anything," Tom's voice unabashedly echoed in the crowd, "people's hearts are closed black boxes, and even the most advanced Legilimency can't restore the thoughts that reverberate in the mind at that moment. Are these fighters who fight for you out of nowhere lined up, using Legilimency to investigate one by one? And—"

Tom squeezed out two sinister laughs through his nose, which made the old wizard closest to him feel cold all over his body. He tried his best to straighten his waist, trying to stop Tom from saying the next words, but Tom gently Putting his wand against his chest, he lay back on the ground again.

"—Who can guarantee that...the person in charge of the investigation is not a traitor who had a double heart at the very beginning? Sir, who can guarantee that you are not a poor puppet who bowed its head and listened to me under my bewitching?"

Tom raised his head and sucked in the fresh air cleaned by magic. Who would have thought that this neighborhood where Aurors gather is the place where magic is rarest in Berlin?No one dared to be that early bird, even if he had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to shout out like a child who exposed the emperor's new clothes, no one wanted to be the target of public criticism.

There was an unconcealable joy on Tom's face. Before the power he pursued had time to show off, he won the victory like a comedy in front of him. As he said, he had never used the so-called Imperius Curse. In Tom's view, That is not an aesthetic spell—the bloodlines fused under the influence of the love potion instinctively resist this kind of behavior of using magic to distort the will, and really play with people's hearts like this, allowing everyone to make a favorable choice according to their own choice. It was Tom's behavior that made him feel truly enjoyed and fascinated.

He opened his eyes wide, suspicious gazes cast from the eyes of the Aurors, and slowly gathered together, like a black mist coming from all directions, enveloping the old wizard lying on the ground, making his eyes dim , as if being choked by the throat, it is generally difficult to breathe.

"Guess, will they follow your example?"

Tom whispered in the ear of the old wizard, and then raised his voice sharply, "If it is said that this group of people acted under the guidance of your will before, then now, when they doubt you and are alienated from each other, they are also Whose will will they act? Their own will? But that kind of thing...does it really exist? You said, these proud people gathered here for the International Federation of Wizards, for your order, for the so-called order Luo, do you really know what happened here?"

The air was damp, and at some point, the deep pit blasted out by the Auror's curse behind Tom had already been half filled with water by the underground pipe network in Berlin. From time to time, restless water splashed out, falling to the ground and quickly evaporating. , but the Aurors who were anxious about each other didn't know that their appearance was being projected by water curtains and presented to people from all over the world. The sound of the trousers was also relayed at a glance.

With the humidity of the air, the atmosphere gradually became more dignified. The invisible pressure squeezed their chests. Except for Tom, who was squatting halfway in front of the old wizard, the chests of the Aurors almost didn't rise and fall. They didn't dare to be distracted. For a moment, they were afraid that the cold arrow behind them would drag them into the abyss of death.

Under the radiance of night, thunder and wind, the water splashing out of the pool looks like a ghost, and the Aurors only feel that the air in their lungs is being squeezed out little by little, like a big pit that is constantly filling The same, there was no room left to breathe, sweat dripped from the forehead, blood burst in the eyes, and Tom's bewitching words rang in their ears.

"Who are you fighting for?"

The conversation between Tom and the old wizard rang in Auror's ears repeatedly. Some people from the back of the earth came in broad daylight, while others were awakened in their sleep. Thus forming a team, at the moment the team is disrupted by Nelson's magic, and they are shrouded in danger from within, as Tom said, most of them don't even know what the purpose of this trip is, watching outside The viewers of the water curtain or the magazine know even more than they in the center of the vortex.

"I don't believe that the first lesson of an Auror is to be proficient in Occlumency. It is impossible for you to manipulate the minds of so many people in such a short period of time?" Finally, when the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, an Auror from Northern Europe Unable to bear the pressure like extreme day and extreme night, he shouted. He raised his wand and shouted at the surrounding crowd, "He's lying to us! Catch him, and everything will be over!"

"Yeah, I remember 5 minutes ago, I said that I just let some people have my voice," Tom straightened up, looking at the bearded, unique accent with interest An Auror of a lumberjack, "You can try it, believe me, Merlin will also be afraid of being pointed at by so many wands at the same time, you have the power to destroy everything."

Tom twisted his sore neck, opened his arms, his drooping black robe fluttered, and his scarlet eyes were eager to see him. He did something that Nelson hadn't had time to do—leave the right to choose to the enemy.

"But the crux of the matter is, who are you fighting for?"

As soon as the words fell, Tom lifted his arm up suddenly, and his sleeves waved upward like a pair of wings. Behind him, a surging water column like a sea wave rushed straight towards the sky, and the splashing water droplets enveloped Pride like a torrential rain. Luo's team, they were caught off guard. They were just about to meet the enemy, but they saw the water column rushing to the sky stop, like a towel hanging on a clothes rail, hanging down softly, and the uneven water surface quickly changed. It is so smooth that it looks like a dark red curtain in a theater in the dark.

Their faces were reflected in the water curtain, becoming dim and unclear, but the thunder that lit up the sky from time to time left their shadows in the water, and bright colors appeared in the water curtain, melting into a mass of colorful swirls.

The vortex unfolded quickly, and what appeared in people's eyes was their own figure, bright and clear as if it were daytime, and the expressions on their faces were completely reproduced, even the ends of their hair mixed with the "shower" just now Nelson, who lost his whereabouts after a blow away, finally completed the construction of the last water curtain, and it stood in the middle of Berlin City. The camera of the water curtain is constantly moving, with different expressions Their faces appeared in front of people, and the Aurors didn't expect their expressions to be so ugly at the moment.

The old wizard was lying on the ground, his lips groaning. He had never encountered such an opponent in his long cry—so far, the only injury to the International Federation of Wizards from Nelson and Tom was his chest. The scars in his heart, but the suspicion in his heart is more ferocious and profound than any moment since its establishment.

The picture was squeezed into a corner, and replaced by a brand-new impact-the penguin took pictures bit by bit with the camera Nelson gave him, without any retouching or editing, the world after the Wizarding World Expo abolished the "Secrecy Act".

The metal stars emit colorless light, sweeping over every corner they overlook, and strange faces appear on the other corner of the water curtain. This scene makes most people feel confused, but the Aurors Some Muggle-born wizards have already recognized their family members who were discriminated against by their colleagues, and the morale of the army became sluggish again. The old wizard closed his eyes in pain, not wanting to see this mess that he could not recover from.

"You're lying to us!"

The wizard who raised the question roared and rushed towards Tom, but the next second he was hit by the red light from behind and fell to the ground.

The hearts of the crowd were shocked, is the Imperius Curse really true?His eyes turned back in unison, staying on the face of a wizard who raised his hands and threw his wand to the ground.

"I think, still can't act rashly," he was trembling all over, apparently he didn't know why he dared to do something to his colleagues just now, his legs were shaking like sifting chaff, the fear brought by his back made his face turn pale, and his lips trembled Then, Ai Ai jumped out words one by one, "I'm afraid of accidents, and... don't we hear what they are going to do? I... I don't think they are like the dark wizards I have seen before."

His voice is too small, so small that it can only stir up a small wave in the surrounding area, but his voice is loud enough to spread through the water curtain to every corner of the world.

The expression on the old wizard's face became even more painful. Dumbledore, who was watching the water curtain in the distance, shook his head. This patchwork team eventually fell apart, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

"At least it should last until the daytime..."

Dumbledore sighed, and said softly, from the moment the night fell, he was trying to convince himself, trying to withdraw from the era, leaving the future to younger people, even if the changes brought about by the young people would bring helplessness. The pain of imagination, at least at the rising sun, let him see how many people will come to Nelson's side. He never expected the Aurors recruited by the International Federation of Wizards to stop Nelson and Tom. The well-trained Aurors gathered together to confront the spell face to face. Even if he and Grindelwald were tied together, he would not be an enemy, but he knew that his two students would not be able to get along The enemy was stunned by the spell confrontation.

Thinking of Nelson's weird magic and the traces left by Tom practicing the spell when he went to the secret room alone, he has reason to believe that the two people together, together with Nelson's wandering outside, scrambling to get from Grindelwald The insidious tactics learned, the two are enough to dismember this seemingly invincible team with a blunt knife, at least until Nelson's hidden reinforcements arrive.

But he didn't expect that Nelson and Tom didn't show much of their magical talents. Instead, they stabbed the heart of the International Federation of Wizards. In Dumbledore's view, this way of manipulating people's hearts was even more powerful than a single person. It's even more daunting to challenge the full range of Auror magic.

He raised his arm, and the token of the International Federation of Wizards in his hand was already hot due to frequent urging. They still did not give up trying to call Dumbledore. He threw the token on the ground, stood up, leaned on the guardrail of the roof, and quietly Staring quietly at the bright water curtain in the distance, beside him, a cocoon wrapped in black magic power was slowly wriggling, but it was nailed to the ground by a nail and could not escape at all.

Corresponding to this cocoon is the Moran that was raging in the city of Berlin not long ago. It seems to be nailed by a nail, and the body like a long wall is lying on the ground, being eaten and gnawed by the only lost ghosts. Biting, apart from exploding and hesitating from time to time, it can't make any other movements.

The roof of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church has been completely collapsed. The tower without the roof looks no different from the unfinished building, but it is the most active place in the entire city of Berlin. Looking far away, the light of magic power is lit up from time to time. The neighborhood, but compared to the fierce battle at the beginning, it is undoubtedly much darker. It can be seen that the number of people fighting is far less than before. Far enough to annoy Dumbledore.

He looked in the direction of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in disgust, and finally turned his head, raised his eyes to the direction of his shoulders, and accompanied by a clear phoenix cry, Fox's flames wrapped his body.

As soon as the flames were extinguished, Dumbledore's figure disappeared, and a sneaky black figure climbed up the decoration of the building's exterior wall and flipped up from downstairs. He put the person on his back on the roof, and Dumbledore's cocoons nailed to the ground were placed together, and his big dark bald head was also very conspicuous in such a night.

"Zweig," he didn't notice that there was a person leaning on the railing not far away, until the person spoke, and the area that had just been ignored appeared in his sight, "How is Barry?"

"Master Grindelwald," Zweig's eyes lit up, and his hanging heart fell into his stomach because he found the backbone. "His condition is not good, but his fate is saved."

"That's good."

"Are you here on Nelson's business?"

"It's mainly for Barry. If it was for Nelson, I wouldn't come now," Grindelwald shook his head. "I was in the library just now, and I saw a prophecy in Nelson's desk."

(End of this chapter)