My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 617 Barn
"Anger is the most senseless folly."

When Dumbledore took heavy steps and chose to return to Berlin on foot, Grindelwald's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. He didn't even need to turn his head to know where Grindelwald was. Surprised by his sudden appearance, Dumbledore knew that Grindelwald would definitely find him, and would appear on his left side while walking as before, walking side by side with him.

Compared with the cold and silent suburban forest under the ice and the war-torn city of Berlin, the barren field where the two are located may be the most peaceful and peaceful place in Berlin.

The eyes of the two simply met. In the next second, two magic spells that appeared almost at the same time collided in the middle of them. Two magic lights, one green and one red, added some bright colors to the belly of the ice penguin, but The contract of the blood curse was still binding their magic power, and the two curses disappeared in an instant confrontation, and their expressions were calm as usual, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Long time no see, Albus," Grindelwald greeted with a smile, "Do you agree with my point of view?"

"That's true, but staying sane all the time is not an easy thing to do."

"I even think that the walking dead in the city who have died long ago have more meaning than the people who have been dazzled by anger." Grindelwald let out a stream of white heat, and turned to look at Dumbledore, "You are very It's hard to imagine what I just saw, every street in Berlin writhing dug up dead bodies, I don't know what those Muggles did before, do you remember when was the last time we saw so many Inferi ?"

"We've never seen an Inferi together before," Dumbledore shook his head. "If I remember correctly, Nurmengard should have provided magical consulting services to the Muggle government in Germany before? If you don’t know, no one will know.”

"They seem to have written a report for me, but you know, I don't care who is made into soap," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and around the water curtain, clusters of fireworks-like fire snakes lined up and bloomed fiercely. The explosion soared into the sky, but it was so far apart, he just thought it looked good, "If it is made into soap, it proves that his value is a bar of soap, and if it is dug up after death, then his value is to become a ghost Corpse, this is the fate of man."

"You are getting more and more extreme, Gellert." Dumbledore looked at Berlin with undisguised worry in his eyes. He thought that the two sides were in a stalemate before leaving the city center, but he didn't expect that, he just turned his head to the forest Turning around, Nelson and the International Federation of Wizards fought again, and the ground trembled like an earthquake. He saw Alexander, who had been restrained for several hours, raised his legs, and every bearing on his body was shaking. Activated in the scorching steam, what the hell happened there?Why did Nelson suddenly attack?He narrowed his eyes, looked at the black figure lying on the ground not far away, and said in a deep voice, "I thought that after taking the initiative, Nelson would choose a more rational way."

"No, I'm not extreme, Albus," Grindelwald followed Dumbledore's gaze to the black shadow on the ground, took two steps, stood in front of Dumbledore, blocked his way, and shook Shaking his head, "What's more, this is not Nelson's choice."

"No? The new force of the International Federation of Wizards was blocked in the suburban forest, and Aurors from all over the world huddled in front of the fireplace of the Department of International Affairs, but the Floo network in Berlin was cut off by their own hands a year ago. I think By the time the branch of your central branch has been built, Nelson's supporters will continue to pour in. The Ministry of Magic is like a strong man who forgot to take his limbs out, lying on the ground unable to move, even unable to stand up by himself , I am afraid that not many Aurors present can keep their heads clear, so why should they choose to fight Nelson?"

"It's because you're not sober that you dare," Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "Tsk...you seem to be one step ahead of me, and you haven't fully seen what's going on inside."

Grindelwald paused for a second, whetted Dumbledore's appetite, before he began to describe the two wizards hung on the cross, watching Dumbledore's expression become angry at a speed visible to the naked eye , he said quietly: "This is a stupid plan made by a person who has been dazzled by anger. Do you think it can be used to threaten a person who swallows his anger? No, it can only drag him into the same abyss of anger. By then All patience and the bottom line will become what you miss the most... Are you angry too? Albus."

"Nelson will save him...them." Dumbledore's expression quickly disappeared, he calmed down, and said softly, "I trust him, he is a good boy."

"What a coincidence," Grindelwald raised the corner of his mouth, "They think so too,"

"When there are too many emotions accumulated in the heart but don't know how to vent them, most people tend to put on the cloak of 'anger' for it, maybe because they are out of breath, maybe because they are in a hurry..." Grindelwald shrugged, turned his head and said, "You know, it is very difficult to maintain reason. An independent, powerful and beautiful soul knows how to control its emotions, but compared to being cautious and light like dancing with the tip of a knife, perhaps giving the power to control the self to the emotions will be more difficult. It's a better choice."

"The power of anger is far beyond your imagination...Albus," Grindelwald suddenly stopped, but Dumbledore beside him did not walk out of the parallel line of the two embarrassingly as he expected, and he almost simultaneously Stopped, stared at Grindelwald, and waited for his next sentence, "It is the most powerful weapon for the weak to defeat the strong. It can help you abandon your reason, concern, fear, and dignity. For the weak In other words, rationality, which is extremely important to you, is actually a drag, and your life is gone, so what do you need them for? Or, do you think there are more important things in this world than being alive?"

"You know millennia of anxiety"

"It's ironic to say, Albus, it's really ironic," Grindelwald had a strange and twisted smile on his face, squinted at Dumbledore, and said lightly, "Even I didn't Thinking that one day the wizard will need someone like me to maintain its last dignity."

"I thought you'd be on his side."

"Oh, you misunderstood, Albus, I've been walking and never stopped," Grindelwald smiled and waved his hands, "Great Dumbledore, isn't this your chance to save the world? As you have imagined countless times, endure doubts and slanders, and at the most critical moment, when the world most needs a hero to appear, smash your "

"You've been walking?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Then what are you doing standing in front of me now?"

Just a few steps in front of him, a muddy wizard was lying quietly on the ground, motionless, as if he was dead. There were several shocking piercing wounds on his back, which could almost be penetrated. Seeing the internal organs, the soaked robe weighed heavily on his body. Even in the thick night, there was a breathless blood color, and the grass under him was also soaked in blood, showing a very different appearance. of deep black.

The edge of the wound was covered with blood scabs that had already congealed. He seemed to be hit by several spells from behind while running, and fell down without any resistance. His right hand stretched forward as hard as possible, clenched tightly Fist, as if clenching something tightly, the bloody face with all its seven orifices raised towards the direction of Berlin with all its strength, and the eyes that lost their luster were staring at the direction of the water curtain, but these eyes could not even reflect the water curtain. up.

Dumbledore shook his head. After leaving the frozen forest, he met this man on the way. At that time, he had already passed away, and the blood that flowed out became cold in the evening wind. He also saw a man. The Auror team rode a broom around the forest to observe. Judging from the number of people and traces of magic, this unknown man fell here under their siege.

Dumbledore also noticed what the wizard was clutching in his hand—the Invisibility Cloak.

"I remember seeing a statue when I visited the Second Salem Memorial Park outside of Boston a few years ago," Grindelwald said suddenly. I can't finish delivering a letter in my life, or I fall at the door in the last step of delivering things like him."

He pointed to the wizard on the ground with his wand, and said softly: "This man is Johnny, the chef of the Krakow Center. He has a friend who is responsible for repairing and cleaning the equipment and robes of expatriates. Of course, it is also possible for me I got them mixed up, after all, they are inseparable and stay together every day, he doesn’t cook very well, he likes to put too much cheese, Nelson has been in Krakow for a few years, and he has gained weight for a few years.”

"It would be nice for this saint to know you remember his name."

"Oh, he's not a saint!" Grindelwald said with an exaggerated expression, "You may not know that when Nelson left Krakow, he almost moved the foundation of the center!"

"Oh." Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald's shaking wrist and responded.

"But in the final analysis, Nurmengard can't tolerate this kind of waste that can't even deliver anything," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, pursed his mouth, and almost squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth He said, "It's really hard to explain the hatred in my heart for letting him die so cheaply."

"But so what?" Dumbledore wanted to laugh a little bit. Just when he was about to get close to Johnny holding the invisibility cloak, Grindelwald appeared and talked a lot about it. The root cause of the resumption of the war was the International Federation of Wizards threatening hostages, and pretending to keep cursing. It was really clumsy, but he had to admit that Grindelwald's goal had been achieved. The moment he heard Moody's name, the inclination he had just raised disappeared without a trace, "He is dead."

"I heard that the Invisibility Cloak, the Deathly Hallows, can hide under the scythe of Death."

Grindelwald waved his wand, and the thin green light mist gushed out from the tip of the wand like mournful and howling souls. They rushed into the sky screaming, condensed into a ferocious claw, and dunked deeply into the air. Tearing down vigorously, under Dumbledore's comment, it unexpectedly tore open a hole leading to nothingness in mid-air, a thick lost mist gushed out from the gap, and its claws ruthlessly inserted into the hole , Immediately afterwards, the "sizzling" sound of ice cubes falling into a frying pan rang in his ears, and Grindelwald's arm holding the wand was raised high, revealing a silver light bound in his palm, and the other Holding the wand in his hand at a distance, the green light beam connected to the paw was thrown upwards like a whip. The silver light only flashed for a moment before being blocked by the sleeve.

And the giant claw inserted into the twilight illusion also broke free from the ever-shrinking hole. Its demonic green scales have been corroded completely, revealing the bundles of muscles under the skin and the pale barbed finger bones. The middle finger that entered the environment first did not even have any muscles, and most of the bones were melted by the mist and shattered like a spider web. At the junction of the first and second fingers, a ferocious but broken barb was hooked together. On the waist of the white shadow, there seems to be a ghost that is rushing to death. The last touch of color is solidified on the right hand clenched into a fist, stubbornly refusing to fade away.

The moment it came into contact with the air, its outline quickly disintegrated like ice in hot water, and dark green chains gushed out from the broken joints of the phalanges, piercing deeply into Wandering Soul's body, using a It was tightly bound in a cruel way, and the chains wrapped the wandering soul tightly like a mummy, only revealing its surviving right hand and two thin to transparent legs.

They tightly tightened the wandering soul's body, and the sharp thorns they grew sucked the magic power that made up the spirit body. With a wave of both hands, Grindelwald grabbed Johnny's body roughly from the ground with his broken claws, and bound the soul together with the chains. Kneaded abruptly into his body.

There was a strange silver light in Grindelwald's pale pupil, serious and dignified, but the other eye was intertwined with coldness and expectation. Finally, as the wand in his hand broke into two pieces, the claws loosened and dissipated, and Johnny His body fell heavily to the ground, his still clenched right hand was covered by the turned up invisibility cloak, and disappeared without a trace.

"It looks like it can't escape not only death, but also my chasing soul."

"Grindelwald... this magic is a little too cruel."

"Nurmengarde doesn't need incompetent people who can't even complete such a simple task as delivering things."

Johnny stood up from the ground like a puppet, turned his head mechanically, there was no light in his empty eyes, the vision of his soul had been completely blocked by the chains, but Dumbledore clearly saw the determination in those dead eyes. with gratitude.

He took staggering steps, more like a walking corpse than the ghosts in the city, holding the invisible cloak, and walked firmly towards the water curtain.

"Actually, I plan to send it there myself," Dumbledore shook his head helplessly as he looked at Johnny's leaving back, "Although I'm hesitant and contradictory, I still want to leave the last fairness to Gnar. I owe him."

"He has to complete his own task," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. "This is the choice of this man named Johnny, and it is also his destiny."

The water curtain in the distance suddenly flickered violently, and the two raised their heads almost at the same time. The street where the International Federation of Wizards is located was already crowded at some point, and the crazy corpses were like a black tide overwhelming the sky. They rushed in their direction, and the light of the spell made the night sky have no chance of dimming. A fierce battle had already broken out.

"I have always disagreed with Nelson's claims. I can give him everything. His talents and vision are worthy of all power or resources. But I don't think it is a good thing to distribute magic to those who are incompetent. The world is barren. Yes, the resources occupied by the incompetent will one day get revenge in the embarrassment that the elite wants to make progress but is hard to get back," Grindelwald said softly, "But on the way here, I passed a barn, you may not imagine , Albus, I too will be shocked one day to see dead people all over the place."

(End of this chapter)