My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 66 Rescue 19391012

At midnight, Nelson tiptoed out of the room with his slippers on. It turned out that no matter on the shore or on the boat, there were always people who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. First Mate Jack stood at the bow and took the helm, as if he was doing something. A Captain's Dream.

He walked down the deck and got into the cabin below the deck. The door on the long corridor was closed, and only the room at the end was still lit. Nelson approached and heard bursts of laughter and clinking of glasses from the room. , He turned his head and looked inside, and the group of strong male nurses were topless, playing bridge in the room.

"Close your earplugs and listen."

With a wave of his wand, the sound in the room was cut off from the world, and his steps suddenly relaxed.

"Ahola is open."

The door of the temporary ward creaked open, and at the same time there was a hole in the door that was billowing with smoke.

"Return as usual."

Nelson pushed open the door and walked into the room. As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked. In the darkness, sixteen pairs of crystal clear eyes were staring at him intently.

"You are the accomplice of the wizard." The dark-skinned 19340201 who spoke first, his image is also the most terrifying-the whole face is completely hidden in the darkness of the night, only the eyes and the occasional flash of white His teeth were shining, and he looked normal at this time, "Are you here to save him?"

Nelson froze in place. He opened the door behind him with a backhand and took a step back.

"Wait!" The innermost 19391012 stopped him weakly, then turned to the black cause at the door, pleadingly, "You won't tell the doctor, will you?"

"That's right!" 19340201 nodded solemnly, and other patients, as long as they could speak, answered yes.

"You should have come." Pilot 19351117 complained, "He is different from us, different!"

It seems that the person who understands mental illness the most should be mental illness, and at the end he added, "Quack!"

Nelson shook his head. He really couldn't understand what these people were thinking, so he gave up his useless efforts and went straight to the depths of the ward. Standing by the bed of 19391012, he opened the shackles on his hands.

"Turn off your earplugs." He cast the magic again.

"You can talk now, sir, there is no doctor here." He helped 19391012 to sit up, picked up the water glass on the bedside table and fed him a few sips of water, "What's your name? How did they get caught?"

"Hey - Pan Xing Pan Moon finally brought you here, I'm really afraid of being locked up as a wandering mentally ill all my life." 19391012 moved his wrist, affecting the wound above, grinning in pain, "I Just call me Barry Beckman, you can just call me Barry, as you can see, a crappy wizard who can't help without a wand."

"Great, I thought your name was Jack too... You don't have to blame yourself, most wizards are no different from Muggles without their wands," Nelson reassured, "but I can't let it go for a while. You have to endure for a few more days."

"What?!" Barry Beckman opened his mouth wide in disbelief. He didn't want to stay in this place for a second. "Why?"

"I can't Apparate, and I don't have an owl." Nelson spread his hands and said helplessly, "Even if I let you go, you'll have to stay on the boat all the time. Instead of being so troublesome, I'll take you away when you get off the boat. "

"It doesn't matter I will, as long as you take your wand..." Barry blinked, realizing that what he said was inappropriate, so he lowered his head in discouragement, "Sorry, I was just arrested for not having a wand."

"You just need to cooperate with the doctor, and they will serve you deliciously." Nelson comforted, "Can you tell me how you were arrested?"

"It's a long story," Barry leaned against the wall, laughing self-deprecatingly, then pulled away his neckline with burning eyes, showing Nelson the Deathly Hallows pattern, "you should have seen it during the day, this sign, I am a saint."

"A follower of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes, but I have to say that you have always misunderstood Lord Grindelwald in the UK, probably because of Albus Dumbledore." Barry shook his head and said with a frenzy on his face, "But Lord Grindelwald Not the same, he treats all wizards equally, although he masters countless powerful black magic, but he does not use them to do evil, to grab personal gain, although this is easy for him, Lord Grindelwald relies on that. Excellent foresight, bring us together - to resist the darkest fate of wizards..."

He seemed to be suffocated, and kept revealing his admiration for Grindelwald. It seemed that Grindelwald had been his spiritual sustenance during the time he was locked up.Nelson's left ear goes in and his right ear goes out. He has always been reluctant to fully trust the emotional expressions of others. He prefers to see believing rather than hearsay, which is also one of the purposes of his trip.

"...He gave me a task, a secret task, a great task enough to make me famous." Barry's expression became excited, but he quickly became lonely, "but I think my task may not be It's so important, after all, they haven't sent anyone to find me for so long..."

"What mission?" Nelson asked curiously, "Forget it if it's inconvenient."

I don't know if the task is really unimportant, or if Barry's desire to talk is really too long, he actually said it.

"I came to England to find a historian in Godric's Hollow, Bathilda Bagshot," he recounted slowly. "It is said that this historian is Lord Grindelwald's great-aunt, and at the same time The wizard who has the most research on the history of magic in the entire wizarding world, she knows a lot of secrets, which is related to the ultimate goal of my mission--"

He said excitedly, "You know the mark of our saints—"

"I know," Nelson interrupted his spellcasting forward shake, he secretly reached into his pocket, clenched the Gaunt family ring, and said solemnly, "That's the sign of the Deathly Hallows."

"Okay," said Barry dryly, looking terribly uncomfortable, as if a sneeze that had been brewing for a long time had finally been swallowed, "then I will make a long story short, Lord Grindelwald wants to collect all three pieces. Sacred Artifacts, so he sent me to look for clues in the old papers of the history of magic, he sent me to Durmstrang's library to find clues, but how could such a simple job stumped me? I think Bathilda Bagshot must know a lot of things that aren't in the books, so I came to England."

"So it's not your job to find Bathilda Bagshot?" Nelson understood.

"Yes, but I made the right decision, didn't I?"

"Sorry, it's hard for me to agree." Nelson looked at Barry, who was half-length tied up in a straitjacket, with a caring expression on the fool.

"Well...it's just an accident. After I came to London, I asked someone to find out the location of Godric's Hollow, and then I was cheated of money." Messy hair fell down, revealing that young face, "And then I'll be put in a mental hospital."

"Your story span is a bit big?"

"It's not important..." Being caught is somewhat unspeakable. Barry can't say a word for a long time, so he can only shift his target to Nelson. "You still look like a student? It's Hogwarts. Right? It should be in the third or fourth grade, right?"

He couldn't see Nelson's face in the dark, and he didn't look carefully in the panic during the day. Now he could only feel his tall figure, which inevitably caused a misjudgment - this also made Nelson wake up, he has been wearing a true face Showing people, not to mention what foreshadowing will be laid in the future, even now, this young appearance can easily cause trouble for himself.

"Almost, what's wrong?"

"Then why don't you go to school, but go to... um, where is this ship heading?"

"Poland."

"What are you doing in Poland if you don't go to school?"

"I've dropped out of Hogwarts," Nelson said helplessly. "I'm out of school now."

"You're amazing!" Barry clasped his hands in admiration. "You were able to drop out of Hogwarts."

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"Don't you know? The only person who dropped out of your school in hundreds of years has captured Lord Grindelwald." Barry said excitedly, not feeling that his words were revealing the bottom of his leadership, "You wouldn't be too. Are you here to trouble Master Grindelwald?"

"Have you been locked up for too long? Why do you feel that your brain is not working well?" Nelson raised his forehead. He felt that Barry could be put in a mental hospital more or less for his own reasons. He bluntly said, "I fought with Professor Dumbledore. I had a fight, so I couldn't go to school."

Barry's eyes instantly turned into the same enemy again, and it seemed that the medicine that Dr. Jack gave him in the evening had not yet worn off, and he said enthusiastically, "After disembarking, I can ask someone to arrange for you to study in Durmstrang! "

"Let's wait until we get off the boat!" Nelson got up and said goodbye. It was late at night and it was time to go to bed.

"Wait wait!" Barry called Nelson again, "Do me a favor, just one, tell them I'm still alive, just use a spell, a spell, it's easy!"

It sounded like a lighting spell, Nelson tried it, and there was the sound of something exploding on the deck above him, and he hurried out of the ward to withdraw the spell and run to the deck.

"I will do what I say, and I will repay you!" Barry shouted behind him.

Nelson ran to the deck, only to find fireworks bursting in the sky overhead, and the gorgeous fireworks drew a delicate pattern in the air - a vertical line in a circle, and the line ran through a triangle.It was too high and too far to tell whether it was fired from the ship or from a small island just passed by.

(End of this chapter)