My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 616 Gathering
"prophecy?"

Zweig raised his head, his eyes lit up, "Did he predict the trend of this war?"

"No, he won't," Grindelwald shook his head, waved his hand lightly towards the air, as if he could touch the aftermath of the phoenix flame that took Dumbledore away, his fingers curled up in the cold air, and murmured He said, "People like Nelson don't want to see the result of this war that belongs to him. He would rather die in the fog than savor a victory that is destined to end."

"Is it related to this war?"

"I can't say whether it has anything to do with it. This prophecy is too old, and it seems to happen in a future that I can't even see. Maybe he heard it from somewhere," Grindelwald stroked the cocoon that wrapped Barry with one hand, retracted The hand that touched the flames, the magic wand left jumping green runes on the cocoon, "There are too many things in this world that seem to be unrelated, and even the span is so large that they are not connected at all, but when we try to use time to If we try to straighten out the logic of the context, we will find that the originally irrelevant affairs are connected by an obscure thread. We live on the surface of the world, but the backside may be such a mess and intricate lines. "

He seemed to have said everything, but he didn't seem to say anything. Zweig lowered his head and pondered for a long time. His cut wrist was dripping blood onto the black cocoon. Time froze due to the slow ticking, he finally shook his head and asked softly: "My lord, will you choose to see the future clearly?"

"I?"

Grindelwald folded his hands behind his back, leaving Zweig with a silhouette gradually blurred in the night.

"Sometimes you think you can be one step ahead and see the back of the world, but maybe at that time, we fall into a more difficult net to break free."

"Wow—"

The cold wind suddenly picked up, and the scattered smoke made Zweig raise his hand and cover his eyes with his sleeve. When he opened his eyes again, the figures of Barry, Black Cocoon, and Grindelwald had disappeared. The veil danced in the air, disintegrated into dark green light spots that were fading, and disappeared into the endless night.

The picture in the water curtain gradually became abstract, and the sparkling water surface condensed into a solid like ice but not ice. In the flow of magic power, the last piece of the puzzle connected to the center of Krakow was completely filled. For a time, Nelson The said "light" lights up in one city after another, and people nearby peep into it, and what they see is the back of Nelson thousands of miles away, and they go straight to the battlefield in his words.

In their eyes, Nelson is stepping on the "ice surface" and walking towards the position of the International Federation of Wizards. With the sound of footsteps becoming heavy, the scene in the aperture becomes more and more solid. It seems that as long as he walks in, he will to reach unfamiliar cities.

"I have a question, Williams."

The old wizard raised his head, beckoning Nelson to approach him, and opened his eyes again. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, from a hale and hearty old man to a dying sick man, with dry and dull skin drooping on the shriveled bones , the spiritual avatar is like being wiped out by water, without the original power.

Nelson and Tom exchanged glances, stepped forward, and squatted beside the old wizard.

"You said."

"What exactly do you want?!"

The old wizard's arm burst out with violent power like a flash of light, and for a moment it even inspired the mayfly's own defense. Several solid red lights abruptly lit up the gap between the two, pierced through the old wizard's arm, He was nailed to the ground like a statue, but his purpose had been achieved, and his actions did not inspire more protection, because he didn't even take the wand, but just grabbed Nelson's collar so hard that Nelson staggered , but fortunately the old man didn't have much strength, the faces of the two just got closer.

In Nelson's eyes, the old wizard saw his own ugly reflection, reflected by these young eyes, as if he had become younger. He laughed weakly, and the severe pain from his arm made his heart follow. He convulsed, and the unforgettable pain did not make him lose strength, but instead made his out-of-control wrist exert more force, tightly locking Nelson's collar.

"Power... should be something you can easily get. Your talent, your master's heritage, you can stand out no matter which way you go. Why do you do this kind of thing? Why do you trample on wizards over and over again? What about the glory? Have you forgotten that you are a wizard?"

"I'm not targeting you, sir. Before today, we didn't even know each other."

"I know, before this war started, I checked your experience briefly, and you didn't hide anything. We... the International Federation of Wizards just hit the bullet hole at the right time," the old wizard said. With a cold breath at the corner of his mouth, he said intermittently, "Everyone knows that you are talented and ambitious, but no one thought that you would choose such a way. Their most dangerous assessment of you is just the next Grindelwald. You know, if we can accommodate one Grindelwald, we can accommodate another, and wizards need someone like Grindelwald to make sure we don't become a backwater."

"Maybe Grindelwald himself doesn't think so."

"We don't care what he thinks, can we kill the dark wizards? They have connected your whole life together, and everything you do, in the eyes of most people, is just more obscure and extreme than Grindelwald, gaining power Why do you have to choose to betray the wizard?” The old wizard’s eyes were full of doubts, “You are not born as a Muggle, and you have not been bullied in school. The journey has been smooth, why not What about identifying with your own identity? You can’t be a lunatic, you just don’t like wizards, you just want to mess up the world... The answer is obvious, what you want is the power of the whole world that is on the surface. "

Nelson shook his head, his eyes were a little sad, he could see the old wizard's persistence in his beliefs, the old wizard was very old, even many ages earlier than Dumbledore, he was able to sum up in the fleeting interval After reading all the information on his face, maybe he was a dazzling and strange man when he was young, but even such a person couldn't understand his own thoughts.

Nelson raised the brim of his hat to hide his eyes from the old wizard. They lived in such a deformed world since they were young. A complete world was divided into two halves abruptly, but the people in it did not Aware of the slightest bit of weirdness, the ancient and decadent culture of the wizard has already imprinted on his soul, and communication is meaningless.

"Stop it, I won't make a promise to forgive your crimes, I believe that people like you can get away with it very easily," the old wizard was still trying to persuade Nelson, and said sincerely, "In our order , you can go for everything you want, stop messing up the world, hold power, and don't need to share magic with Muggles so lightly—"

"I'm not at all interested in what you're after. As you said, I'm just a lunatic, a lunatic who simply can't understand this world that lives together but seems to be living in two parallel worlds!" Nelson interrupted After leaving him, the crazy words passed through the water curtain and spread to every ear that listened carefully. He held the hand on the neckline, separated the old man's fragile fingers one by one, and said with his lips pursed, "Tonight... You lost, and from now on, you will fall into endless failure."

The air fell silent, the old wizard's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, he saw that Nelson was not lying, as he said, his behavior of sharing magic with Muggles was his purpose, he dared not think about Nelson Whether there is a deeper logic in everything he does, because this is contrary to his life's creed, this is a complete lunatic!

"We haven't lost yet!" The old wizard gritted his teeth, his cloudy eyes were almost filled with anger, "How could I let someone like you wantonly destroy this world!"

He slapped his palm down vigorously, and the palm cut by the gravel was immediately dripping with blood. At the moment when the sound of the impact resounded through the night sky, the door of the station that was split in half behind him slowly opened, accompanied by creaking sounds. With the sound of ah, in the dilapidated hall, a man and a woman, two wizards hanging on the cross appeared.

Nelson raised his head, the expression on his face disappeared without a trace, his eyes stayed on the face of the wizard on the left, as if he felt his sight, the wizard also raised his head slowly, One of his eyes was covered by the hair hanging in front of his forehead, and his chubby face a few hours ago showed a kind of glaring thinness, and the eye that was staring at Nelson turned out to be a A bloody hole!
Nelson slowly raised his right foot, took a step forward, and simply raised his leg and lowered his foot, the air became humid. Condensed, rushed forward like an angry tiger.

The approaching Aurors could hardly get enough oxygen from the air to allow them to breathe normally, and the dizziness caused by suffocation rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"His parents are Aurors, he'll understand what we've done... On the contrary, he'd be ashamed to have a friend like you," the old wizard's voice sounded sullenly behind Nelson, choking him From time to time between the words, there was a "clack" sound that squeezed his lungs, "You caused him to be like this... This is the epitome of your war. Your will will bring suffering to countless people. They should have lived and worked in peace. Enjoy a peaceful life, it's you who dragged them into the flames, you broke the peace, you made innocent people suffer and bleed for you, your friends, your family, people you care about or don't care about, you are The most hateful war criminal in the world... and the starting point of everything is your self-righteous wishful thinking."

God knows how the old wizard squeezed such a long string of sentences from his shriveled lungs, which could not be replenished at all. He felt like he was drowning, but the blackened face appeared. Give a happy smile.

"It's ridiculous, sir, you gouged someone's eyes and then said it was because another person provoked you?"

Behind Nelson and Tom, in the slightly flooded water curtain, two abstract figures became solidified, and then, a woman in a black dress with snake scale pattern walked out of one of the shadows, and she supported the other A clinging shadow raised his chin, looked across Moody, his face sullen, "What a rascal and boring man."

"Cough cough..."

Credence and the other half of his black face showed helpless smiles at the same time. He looked around, looked at the bare commander in front of him, shrugged, and said, "Sorry, I got caught up in something, I used to be I said I'd give you your life if necessary, Nelson, but that doesn't mean you two can die like that."

"Oh my God, that boy..."

Immediately afterwards, the abstract lines in the water curtain solidified one after another.

In the outskirts of the city, Dumbledore stood in front of the penguin ice, mouthing something with Ogden in the ice, and after a while, Dumbledore raised his wand and fired a red flame , On the belly of the ice penguin, a small hole big enough for one person to pass was pulled out.

"Honestly, I kind of can't bear to destroy this work of art."

"Professor Dumbledore, you are finally here!" Ogden's breath is now icy cold, he feels that if he hugs a small tree now, he can become a popsicle, "How about Williams?" How is it?"

"Williams?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows differently, "Shouldn't you ask how the people you need reinforcements are doing?"

"Yes, Nelson Williams."

After silently falling down, the people in Berlin were also frantically flocking towards Nelson. The battle between the dark wizards and Muggles didn't even have time to decide the outcome, and the streets were filled with dangling corpses. From a distance, the street has been replaced by crowds of people, they piled up and climbed forward, as if the street was wriggling.

"Igor Karkaroff..." At the top of the wave of corpses, a blue eye fixed on Nelson's back. Among all the people gathered in Berlin at this moment, only he, Borgin Bock, did not Forgetting his original intention, he never thought that there are so many fresh dead buried underground in Berlin, and he doesn't know what the Muggles did before, but these are not important anymore. He drives the army of infernal corpses towards Alexander rushed in the direction, and the screams of the dead hid his clamor, "Hand over the resurrection stone to me!"

The originally silent city of Berlin suddenly moved. Among the noise, only the people around Nelson seemed particularly silent, but there were more and more of them, gradually making it hard to ignore.

"I was delayed for a while, and it seems that I am not late. This time, you should start preparing to promise me when the matter is over."

"I don't know you, but I think you're right, so I'm here to help you."

"We met in Paris and took a photo together, do you remember?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)