My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 623 Curse the Past
The sky is like a shipwrecked sailing ship, its masts collapsed, its sails shattered, and its walls collapsed.

All of a sudden, the situation was changing and black clouds were pressing down on the city. On top of the ruins of Berlin, a phantom of a city composed of densely packed skyscrapers was outlining its magnificent white outline. It is impossible for such a prosperous city to exist in this world. It seems that two irrelevant worlds are slowly overlapping in the vision of heaven and earth.

Many people were so frightened that they closed their eyes, they all thought it was a destructive magic cast by the opposite side, but this overwhelming city did not affect even one person, it just stood there slowly like a mirage.

The real panic is just beginning to spread.

Those magic wands that were harvesting life with black magic not long ago have become useless at this moment.

"You see, Albus, most people in this world don't know what evil is."

"Did you feel it? A darkness big enough to suffocate anyone is growing in the abyss. Even my wand is trembling for his return. Those who seek shortcuts have tasted too much sweetness. He wants to I'm back to collect the debt." Grindelwald raised his chin, looked at the gradually solidified modern city in the distance, and said with emotion.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald's sarcasm, his expression was still immersed in the prophecy, his expression was solemn, his hands tightly held the railing in front of him, and he said through gritted teeth, "If We knew about this matter early on, at least we can make preparations and warnings before then, instead of letting our active forces gather together and be wiped out by the coming disaster!"

"Our... vitals? What are your vitals, Albus, are they?"

Grindelwald raised his hand, pointed leisurely at the Muggle on the left, and pointed quietly at the Auror on the right, and said softly, "Or are they?"

"You really don't care?"

"What should I care? Maybe you need to tell me what I should do."

"You crossed the line, Grindelwald."

"Why do you say that? I didn't do anything."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and stared at Grindelwald with anger in his eyes.

"You cultivated Nelson to become a wizard with great influence among Muggles, turned him into a standing target, acquiesced in his taking root in Nurmengard, cultivated his own power, influenced his strategy with radical ideas, and finally promoted this The outbreak of a war, ready to reap the results of Nelson at the end of the moment, this is a matter between you, it is a challenge that Nelson himself needs to face, I am not qualified to take care of it, and I don't want to take care of it," Dumbledore's eyes were hidden in the lens After the reflection, the hand holding the wand has been raised to his chest, "But you are not qualified to connive at the brewing of disaster and drag the whole world into disaster. This world cannot be the burial of your ambition."

"Do you think so?"

"Isn't it right?"

"I can't deny it, but Albus," Grindelwald put his wand on the crumbling guardrail, took a step back, opened his empty hands, and said with a chuckle, "I want to ask you a few questions."

"If I told you about this in advance, how would you make your so-called preparation and early warning?"

Before Dumbledore could reply, Grindelwald had already asked his question. When Dumbledore was about to speak, Grindelwald took him a step ahead and gave his answer. He didn't seem to want to hear Deng's answer. Bullido's answer, just wanted to express his point of view: "You will find a way and do everything you can to stop Nelson, even if the price is the death of your student, it is not a pity, because there is no comparison between a person's life and the safety of the whole world. sex."

"I do not--"

"Don't rush to defend yourself, I know you are a person who cares about the world, and you will not let your students become victims. I am only discussing what a person in the position of 'Dumbledore' should do. The most reasonable decision," Grindelwald opened his arms, made a big "questioning" gesture, and said in a vibrating voice, "And then? Avoid the massacre that happened in Auschwitz? Destroy the conditions necessary for the fulfillment of the prophecy? Albus, would you lead people into death, to completely erase the hidden dangers of the future?"

"Should we just watch the prophecy come true and we end up with this world?"

"What's the difference between this and watching the world end?" Grindelwald lowered his voice and said, "It will always come, do you understand? Delay is useless."

"At least you can't just sit and watch!"

"This is destiny, Albus. Destiny is elusive, and it cannot be violated. We are only a part of destiny, but destiny is all of us!" Grindelwald's expression was indifferent, but his tone was unusually fierce. Thousands of tens of thousands of years ago, the ignorant human beings had already decided when they first picked up the wooden stick!"

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"From the moment the ancient Greek priestess Pythia made this prophecy thousands of years ago, the fate of being spied on has already started to roll its wheels. There are so many myths in the world that emphasize the need to fight against fate. In the end, you have been tortured by your sad fate for half your life, don't you still understand?" Grindelwald asked like a cannonball, "Do you know when this prophecy started to poke its head out of history?"

"I..." Dumbledore was stunned. When it came to his understanding of fate, he was not as good as the prophet Grindelwald in front of him. He shook his head a little lonely, put down his wand, and said, "I don't know."

"From the time when the wizard first discovered that the black magic created by Haierbo does not require hard spell reciting, firm determination, and repeated practice to gain powerful power, everything is doomed," Grindel said. Wo's pupils trembled, and his voice was slightly distorted, "They say that my power comes from selling the fear of Muggles, so let me tell you now, since the end of the great war in Paris, everything I have done has It is to welcome today!"

"I am a dark wizard who everyone shouts, Albus. As a dark wizard, I understand the power of Haierbo better than anyone else, just like every time you shapeshifting wizards talk about Animagus, you can't avoid mentioning it." Just like Merlin, the more people who understand black magic, the more they understand the status of the despicable Hai Erbo in black magic. He is not an outstanding proponent, but the creator and founder of this type of magic, " Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and there was a look of memory in his eyes, "It was a long time ago, shortly after I parted ways with you, at first my followers and I chose to make our home in the mountains of Austria, which will be called The place of Nurmengard created a city that belonged only to wizards, but those who walked into the mountains died there, only two survivors escaped by chance, you may know them, one of them happened to be out at the time, So it was not affected immediately, otherwise he would have died."

"Andre?" Dumbledore would ask, remembering the old saint's cheek-covered scars from the spell.

"That's right," Grindelwald nodded, "There was a pregnant woman who was in labor, she protected her unborn daughter with her life, and entrusted her to Andre, but the ancient curse is not What a weak mother can resist, Andre sent her to Hogwarts without telling me, I tried to get you some property as the school doctor at the time, and the baby girl with cursed scars on her face also As your first student after teaching, I will not treat any loyal follower badly."

"Miss Joy?"

"It seems that you still care about your students, huh?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and continued, "We withdrew from that mountain range, and after repeatedly studying the scars left on Andre's face, we Finally conquered those curses that escaped, established a city in a depression in the mountains, and even used the curse as a barrier for Nurmengard. This barrier has been indestructible since its establishment. Only one bird has really broken through."

"A... bird?"

"Did you forget? It's a flamboyant owl in your Hogwarts owl room. During the Triwizard Tournament, I pretended to be BB and went to the top of the Ravenclaw tower. I remember When we were young, you told me that every letter you wrote to me was sent from there," Grindelwald showed a nostalgic look on his face, which became a rare moment in the tense atmosphere between the two. He gave Dumbledore a sideways respite, shrugged, and said, "Sorry, I got off track...By the way, I'm going to throw that owl in the small downstairs library in Nurmengard someday. In the restaurant pot."

"I think I should know it."

"Nelson told his friend Zweig afterwards that there was a phoenix feather stuck in the owl's chest. I think your Fox should be more familiar with it... Well, let's get back to the book and search for the source of the curse Finally, I discovered that the existence of the Misty Illusion should not be confirmed," Grindelwald said in a deep voice, "It is a mysterious place that only existed in ancient books, and it is the last journey before death. After the Dementor Rebellion 1000 years ago, the way to enter was blocked by the wizards at that time, and only a few magic props made in earlier eras could be connected, and one of the gemstones that could communicate life and death was It's called the Resurrection Stone, and it's one of the Deathly Hallows."

"So you pursued the Deathly Hallows... No, that was before you encountered this incident." Dumbledore shook his head, "We were looking for the Hallows together at that time, and you didn't because of this reason."

"It can only be said to be a coincidence of fate. I did pursue the unrivaled power of the Elder Wand," Grindelwald explained. "I built my black tower on the most cursed land. Studying magic, on the other hand looking for its source, I can feel that in an intersecting world that overlaps with me, there is a broken but powerful soul sleeping, waiting for the moment of awakening, I claim to be able to see the future , but it is a fog for me, because my vision only stays in my era, and I cannot see the future that belongs to the past."

"Is that the despicable Hai Erbo?"

"That's right, the first time I saw him was when Nelson first arrived in Nurmengard. That night, perhaps, was the first time in many days that this wandering and anxious young man fell into a sweet mood. In the dream, the magic power under the black tower was agitated. At that time, I didn't know that he had found the resurrection stone, one of the holy artifacts. After some preparations, I followed him into the illusion. Before that, I tried to deal with it. exert influence, but that was the first time I saw that world with my own eyes," exclaimed Grindelwald, "beautiful, awe-inspiring, and frightening, and I confirmed a terrible truth that day, vile Helbo, The creator of the Horcrux has obtained eternal life with the help of this extremely evil magic. He is broken and weak, worse than the most vulnerable wandering ghost, but he has indeed relied on this magic to survive for thousands of years, and even has the strength to survive. seduce me."

"hiss--"

"You are also a witness to what happened after that, do you know? Sometimes I wish I could tie you up and stop meddling in my own business. I watched you step by step to make the conditions of the prophecy come true. Under your teaching, Nelson became a kind-hearted man. He has a proud sense of responsibility for the world, and he is more serious than any self-proclaimed noble person I have ever met. He was the first to discover Haierbo's conspiracy to resurrect. During the Triwizard Tournament, in The gate of death fought with the most evil dark wizard in history, and finally kicked him into death. I thought this thousand-year-old prophecy or curse would end, but what happened next It has exceeded my expectations.”

"Speak out, Gellert!" Dumbledore asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Grindelwald smiled and spread his hands, "He has volunteered to go to Krakow to build the center, of course we all know now that he has his own little Jiujiu, but it doesn't matter, he tried his best To avoid any tragedy happening in front of his own eyes, and at that time he had already understood the prophecy of Pythia, so he tried every means to avoid the tragedy of Auschwitz. While working there, he witnessed countless brutal Crime, the same people were divided into different classes in concentration camps, exactly the same as the contradiction between wizards and Muggles for thousands of years, the belief in peace left to him by his uncle Jonas Nicklaus was fully fledged during that time, Fermented into his own cognition, so he established his own theory, and took eliminating the differences between Muggles and wizards as his goal. He once told me some remarks about productivity. I don’t quite understand it. After reading the book Only then did I realize that magic may be the highest productivity in this world."

"Nar..."

Dumbledore stared at Nelson, who was fighting bloody in the distance, his vision was blurred by uncontrollable tears.

(End of this chapter)