My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 655 Medal
"When did you become so socially responsible? Grindelwald."

Credence staggered back two steps, and stopped his weakness until he leaned against Dumbledore. He lowered his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and gathered his crumpled collar by Grindelwald , at the moment when their eyes met, he understood that Grindelwald still hadn't changed, he was still the man who gave him strength and took everything away from him many years ago.

In a trance, Grindelwald seemed to have turned into a big mountain, the mountain that stood on the outskirts of the unprosperous Nurmengard, the mountain that Grindelwald let him destroy.

"Haven't you changed?" Looking at Credence, who was shrouded in black magic due to emotional ups and downs, Grindelwald smiled, and the laughter expressed different emotions in different people's ears, "Do you want Guarding, what exactly is it?"

"It's not too late, let's go."

Before the atmosphere froze to the point of irreversibility, Dumbledore stood between Grindelwald and Credence, he raised his hand, snapped his fingers to attract everyone's attention, and a phoenix flame was in his It was ignited at hand, and with Fox's chirping sound, a simple washbasin was thrown to the ground.

"Hold on to it, child," Dumbledore looked at Nagini, helped her wipe the blood and tears from the corners of her eyes, and said gently, "You have already defeated the blood curse once, and these memories are nothing to you. "

Nagini nodded ignorantly.

"Gnar helped you to defend yourself, he is fighting in the memory of Haierbo, this is just the transformation of the Animagus again," Dumbledore stuffed the washbasin into Nagini's arms, Her gaze was a little distracted, and those memories that did not belong to her were washing her self, but she still held the Pensieve firmly in her arms as Dumbledore asked, and Dumbledore nodded, Said, "That's right, that's it, relax your mind, this is no longer a battle between you alone and the blood curse, we will fight side by side with you."

Nagini felt a sense of sleepiness attacking her, she slowly closed her eyes, and the mist in the Pensieve gradually became solidified, showing the same introverted color as her beautiful black eyes.

Dumbledore raised his wand and approached the "water" in the basin.

"I go first."

Grindelwald stopped in front of him and put his hand on the water first.

In an instant, the flowing water caused a strong whirlwind, which completely engulfed him and Dumbledore's figures. When everything subsided, the two figures disappeared.

"Does checking memory suck the body away?"

Ivy took the lead in raising his doubts.

No one answered him, and the two people who disappeared opened their eyes almost at the same time, and at the same time they saw exactly the same age as they were in, and it could even be said to be the same dark cloud-covered sky.

……

"Ugh..."

The sound of the siren rang in Mag’s ear for a long time without changing. She no longer knew how long she had been walking in this black and white interlaced world, and her mood changed from apprehensive at first to anxious, and now she is a little numb.

"Minerva, why don't you read a book?"

Professor Binns raised his head from the pile of books and said to McGonagall, "As long as your mind is integrated into these interesting histories, no matter how long the journey is, it will feel extremely short."

"Professor, I'm just...I'm just worried that it's too late for us, it's been too long."

"Why?" Professor Binns smiled, raised his head and pressed it on McGonagall's forehead, the cold touch made her wake up a lot, "Our journey has just begun, and a person's memory from birth to death often It will take decades, but it only takes a moment for us to cross it, this is the realm of the dead, and the time of the living is meaningless."

"But--"

"Shh," interrupted Professor Binns, looking out the window, "you see, we're almost there."

Mag followed his gaze and turned to the window. The outside was still entangled in black and white. The silent and monotonous colors were like a silent film where the film melted. She took off her glasses, and everything outside became even more obscure.

"not at all……"

Her voice gradually lowered, as if confirming what Professor Binns said, a new color suddenly lit up in the chaos in her vision, separating the world like a knife mark, the city above her head and the city below her. The dark clouds became blurred, leaving only the straight silver line.

She looked intently and put on her glasses again, but everything in her eyes became more blurred.

"That thing is not part of your soul."

Professor Binns reached out and touched her temple, his cold fingertips urged McGonagall to take off her glasses, she blinked, everything became so clear——

It was a chain, a chain made up of countless mayflies connected end to end, their red one-eyes had been extinguished, leaving only corpses without souls, but the train hook-like structure that grew out of them made these The creations that have long since completed their mission are still connected together, forming a strong chain with their metal bodies.

Can't see the end, can't see the end, the chain is stretched straight in the box drawn by the car window, straighter than any straight line in the world, it seems that there are two forces that McGonagall can't imagine seesaw at its two ends , An unprecedented tug-of-war was going on.

"what is this?"

Compared with the chains, the upside-down cities and the dark clouds that replaced the earth paled in color. She didn't know their purpose and history, but she could feel a tragic story in these metal wreckage.

A story that even their creators did not think of.

……

Nelson has never set up such a hook-like structure on mayflies, and never let them stay in the illusion to help him do things. These simple souls born from magic are completing their final mission-sacrificing souls for missionaries After injecting their magic power, they chose "betrayal".

They ignored Nelson's apology to them. On the way to death, these crippled souls who were about to perish began to think beyond the preset.

"who am I?"

"Where am I from?"

"Where am I going?"

This kind of thinking is originally the patent of human beings, the primates of all things. Mayflies line up and rush to the gate of death. They are almost about to become a real soul. Behind the gate is another journey of the dead, created out of thin air. Thoughts passed quickly among the mayflies: "Just by going through that door, we have the right to experience the next journey as humans."

The consciousness shaped by magic can only be a false self, but if they really go through this stage, they may really be able to gain freedom like those naturally raised souls.

They were born from Nelson's magic, branded by Nelson, and every step of the movement is receiving his instructions, but that was the last order just now, but after the dedication order is over, they did not disappear, but For the first time, really face the choice.

They remember their pedigree, the eldest brother is stupid, only knows the exclamation point jumping on the ground all day long, the second son of the creator is the Alexander they longed for, they saw with their own eyes Ludwig who had met before walking away During the entrance, he witnessed the power of the resurrection stone calling him back, saw the long-planned evil gushing out of the door at the moment of the intersection of life and death, saw Haierbo take Ludwig's place, and set foot on the The return journey that should not belong to him.

The protection against Hai Erbo has not been written into their mission. Their destiny at the beginning of creation is to be used as a tool for magic to integrate into the whole world, but they understand their creator, who personally molded pieces of ore into them. What the man in the birthplace wants, Hai Erbo's departure will definitely destroy his dream.

On one side is the expectation of becoming "real", and on the other side is their creator. At this moment, the flying mayflies have never hesitated before. No one gives them orders, and no one controls their actions. One step needs to be decided by yourself.

At the moment of hesitation, a red train passed in front of them. It was Alexander, who was rushing to help Nelson. It followed Hai Erbo and wanted to hinder his pace. Nelson's second son was determined to stop him!
They didn't really enter the door of death, but just at the door, the false soul completed the real transformation.

The last vestige of Nelson's magical power remaining in the Man of Steel was awakened, and this weak and imperceptible magical power could do almost nothing, except for the instinct that flowed deep in the blood of Wizard Wiltonin—transformation.

An unprecedented structure was born on the body of the mayfly, imitating the shape of the Alexander train, with hooks growing from their heads and tails, and the densely packed mayflies were combined in an orderly manner in an instant. The long train of the hunter left the factory in the twilight and illusion, and began to run for the first and last time.

The "rear of the car" rushed towards the back of Hai Erbo, who had grown stronger from staggering quickly, the soul of the mayfly bit his wrist firmly, while the "front of the car" rushed towards the door of death that was open for them without hesitation, rushed towards Ludwig who replaced Herbo's position.

"Huh, new car?"

Ludwig has completely sunk into death, and beyond the curtain lifted by the breeze, he saw the small train heading towards him, the front of which was wrapped tightly around his wrist, and he understood a lot when he passed through the gate. Get up when the curtain falls, and go to where you should go.

Between two people walking towards each other, the chain of mayflies is stretched straight.

Relying on the death prophesied by the mayfly, Hai Erbo peeked into the gap enough for him to pass through, but at the same time, he was also firmly locked by the death in his fate, becoming a prisoner in shackles all the time!
……

McGonagall covered her mouth, and the silver color of the mayfly became more dazzling in her eyes blurred by tears.

"Holding...sorry...professor," she choked up, wiped the tears streaming down her face with her sleeve, and explained in a panic, "I...I don't know why, but I really want...I want to cry, sorry, I'm not... not afraid anymore, I'll be fine later."

"It's all right, Minerva, I understand."

Professor Binns pursed his lips and cast a respectful gaze at the corpse of the mayfly. He knew the source of McGonagall's emotions. These simple souls didn't even have enough memory to form the fog of confusion, but what they did was far better than many alive His soul is even more noble, he touched Mag's head, somehow, McGonagall felt a little warmth from Professor Ghost's palm.

"I understand that we have witnessed a great death, and Nelson told me this prophecy, but it seems to me that at this moment, this great death has been given a completely different meaning."

Professor Binns blinked. Except for a few ghosts who were crying when they died, most ghosts would not cry, but he also felt that his vision was a bit blurred. The border of the silver chain was sharpened in the blur, Vaguely, he seemed to see the young man who often went to his office to taste the thousand-year-old wine, saw his young arm holding up the black walnut wand, and saw the handle of the wand, which belonged to the Knight of the Garter. Regiment Medal.

That medal was one of the first, but its original owner was not its first owner.

He remembered that he was also a man who was full of vitality and never gave up. He was used to wearing an armor that was said to have been passed down from Merlin's era and fighting with dementors with a sword in his hand. Bullshit armor, which often boasts of being from farther back, kicking the asses of those disgusting dementor masters with its iron boots over 1000 years ago.

And that medal was only a medal of merit inlaid on its chest at first. It said that it was a special prize given to him by its good brother to thank it for killing Haierbo solo.

The corners of Professor Binns's mouth twitched. As the most senior researcher in the history of magic in the world, he felt that he had heard a big joke.

The raised corner of his mouth quickly turned into a smile, and then uncontrollably turned into an exaggerated smile. He covered his stomach and let out a wild laugh that he had never shown at Hogwarts: "Hahahaha, Minerva We are two professors, one is crying and the other is laughing!"

"Professor..." McGonagall raised her head and looked at the crazy Professor Binns timidly. "What's wrong with you?"

The ghost's frail laughter made the car tremble, and there was an unknowable amount of joy, self-deprecation and relief mixed in the laughter: "Sometimes our history is really passed down in jokes!"

The train was speeding towards the direction of the chain extension, and a weak figure wearing a cloak and struggling to walk on the chain flashed past. Mag rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had misread it, and the time was speeding up. Not long after, The train raced to the finish line, and after a nearly derailed brake, Meg saw something she couldn't comprehend.

……

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The dead and silent city-state stands in the sky between the two peaks, without leaving a single gap, its tightness is suffocating.

Haierbo stood at the top of the city, looking down at the walker who appeared at the corner at the end of the canyon, carrying a coffin-like box.

(End of this chapter)