My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 695

But what did I see from the window?Nothing more than some hats and coats, and the hats and coats may cover some ghosts or some people in disguise, which can only be moved with springs.

- Descartes, Meditations on the First Philosophy

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With his back facing the crowd crowding the hilltop, Andrei's old eyes were filled with two tears. He had never seen his faith so fragile. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a soft felt hat. , buckled on the head of the young man who saved the world, he was handsome, calm, full of charm, very much like Grindelwald who had almost changed an era.

That hat... Andre's consciousness was a little fuzzy. He remembered that hat belonged to one of his most admired and favorite students. Like the two people on the steps, he was ambitious and full of energy. He was surrounded by his companions, but he alone lacked the power to change the world, so his dream was left in Trier forever, floating in the crowd. Andrei thought that person had already disappeared. Until he received an unacceptable funeral invitation seven years ago, did he remember the man who asked himself to take care of his junior, was it Tom Riddle?

"Jonas..."

A drop of sweat dripped from Andre's forehead, and on the top of the silent mountain, it dripped loudly on Grindelwald's leather shoes. At this moment, reality and memory were separated. He couldn't understand the sudden vacancy in his heart. The empty feeling of suffocation that came, everything suddenly became so unreal.

There are always some thoughts that circulate in people's hearts, they are so deep that whether it is magic, sword, bullet or extinction can dissolve, the old man's eyes are black, and his back is curled up in pain.

"What's the matter with you? Andrei."

Grindelwald sensed Andre's weakness, and stretched out his hand to him, but was blocked by Andre. He didn't want the person he swore to follow to bend over, raise his head, widen his eyes, and use his tears filled Pupils stared pleadingly at Grindelwald.

"Well, as you wish, Andre."

Grindelwald pursed his lips and stopped bending over. He raised his chin in response to the saints' allegiance.

"Tell us," Andrei carefully wiped away the tears dripping from the leather shoe with his cuff. It gleamed like it had just been taken from the shoemaker's workbench, with a big smile on his hideous face. , "Your order, Lord Grindelwald."

"I……"

Grindelwald lowered his voice and entered the ears of every saint with a tone of request. The mark of the Deathly Hallows was still shining in the air, and more and more saints gathered here. The tone of voice he had never heard before felt astonished, but his heart couldn't help beating violently.

"I hope you can help me find the traces left by people who don't exist. This is a fantasy plan and an impossible task."

"clear."

Andre's resounding response resounded through the Scottish Highlands, just like the scene of numerous black shadows flying away in the fire that burned Paris when Grindelwald announced his return 18 years ago.

Tom witnessed all this from the perspective of a bystander, as if in response to his doubts, before leaving, Andre raised his head, stared at his hat and left a sentence:

"There is nothing impossible for the Saints."

"Really? I'll wait and see."

Tom held on to the brim of his hat and pressed it where the owners of all generations liked to press it, feeling the warmth passed down from generation to generation by a family that sings in blood and fire.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Looking at the empty hill again, the summoning order of the saints dissipated above the two of them, Grindelwald raised his wand and said seriously, "What we feel is incongruent is normal to most people. ."

"Chocolate Frogs," Tom squinted, "after returning to the present, I watched a wizarding show in the picture, one of the children used Gnar's card, and when you asked an octogenarian to polish his shoes, At that time, I seriously thought about my experience. During the period from the end of Haierbo to the celebration banquet, my memory was blank. I didn’t know what I experienced, but when I woke up, everything changed. "

"Who isn't?" Grindelwald shook his head, "After I asked Andre about Albus's current situation, I seemed to part ways with this world from that moment on, it became more and more incongruous, the more More and more shattered, more and more terrifying, like the first time I saw the Muggle's plane cannon in the Prophet's Omen wielding more power than a wizard, it escaped my grasp."

"Inconsistency is the best news for us, Grindelwald."

Tom's eyes were burning, and there was a fighting spirit in his eyes that surpassed any moment in his long life of more than 2000 years. He took out a picture of chocolate frogs collected in his student days from his arms, and wiped the steps with his fingertips. The cards opened like trestles. Quickly pulled out the card of potions master Horace Slughorn from it, and pointed to a line of obtrusive explanation squeezed in the text: Working with Nicole Flamel to discover eleven kinds of dragon's blood Purpose, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"If the world were harmonious and united, we would be two hysterical lunatics, but it was the presence of discord that gave us our last hope, their presence was erased, but the hand that caused it all, In other words, the screenwriter is obviously not a brilliant writer. The evidence of their existence affects the past of everyone who has come into contact with them. When all this disappears, it is like two gaps suddenly appeared on the road people are used to walking. Life, but it's abrupt."

Grindelwald's eyes flashed across Tom's unfolded card, which contained no Dumbledore.

"Albus told me when he was on trial in Norway," Grindelwald smiled, "he didn't care what Wizengamoor sent him, or how much his reputation was taken away, as long as he didn't get taken out of chocolate. Just take it off the frog picture, but I'm afraid he'll be disappointed."

"It's okay, they'll be back," said Tom softly, stroking his yew wand. "I don't know who's up to it, but I'll make him pay."

"I clearly remember how much Nelson has brought about changes to this era. The magic factory, the alchemy props to get rid of wizards, and the abolition of secrecy laws. They are too profound and will definitely leave clues."

Grindelwald raised his wand, and black fireworks shot out from the tip of the wand. His ingenuity was enough to help him find the major events and subsequent influences that best represented Nelson and Dumbledore in a short period of time. The orders fell into the hands of the saints on the fireworks that flew all over the world.

"I'll go by myself, I'll take the invisibility cloak."

Tom stood up, holding the Invisibility Cloak by the collar and draping it over his shoulders, looking from the back like a man cut in half.

"It didn't belong to me in the first place."

……

"Boss, your suit can be picked up in two days."

The bouncing girl stopped in front of the newsstand and said to the boss who came out, "Is this week's magazine here?"

"I'll keep it for you," the boss said with a smile. "Little Martha, I'm very helpful. My son has brought the wedding ahead of schedule. If it's another tailor, I'm afraid I can only bless them in an old suit."

He turned around, took out a well-kept magazine from under a stack of publications that didn't sell very well, stacked it with several fashion magazines, and handed it to Martha.

"The business has been good recently?" The boss said while giving change to Martha, "I haven't come for a week, this book was delivered just a week ago, and the content above is still the attack of the great devil Haierbo. , This weekly is just like a newspaper, after the time passes, it will lose its timeliness, and the latest issue will only be delivered in the afternoon."

"Even if it's outdated, it's new to me."

"I heard that you came back from the battlefield? Did you see what that big devil looks like?"

The boss did not wait for an answer, because Martha had already run away.

The Quibbler, a magazine that has emerged in recent years, is widely welcomed by wizards and Muggle readers because of its important role in the abolition of the International Statute of Secrecy and its outspoken position and purpose.

It's also the favorite publication of Martha, a seamstress who recently rose to fame in London.

"I wonder if Myrtle has recovered?"

Holding the special fountain pen that came with the magazine, she quickly flipped through it, waiting a few seconds longer for the page mentioning her childhood friend Tom, and finally stopped at the last page of the magazine.

The handwriting of different readers flashed quickly, which is also the favorite part of every reader of The Quibbler.

"I'm really curious about which genius started this amazing magazine?"

She had similar doubts to most readers, thought about it, stood on the side of the street, and wrote in the margins of the last page: Does anyone know who founded this magazine?
As her handwriting replaced the original check-in line on the first line, the check-in and punch-in message that flashed quickly stopped for a while.

In the next second, a heated discussion broke out, and readers were equally curious about the topic that plagued most people.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this question?"

"Me too, I even know the answer."

"Bragging, didn't someone say that the editorial department was afraid of being assassinated by Aurors, and they hid it?"

"Which year is your old calendrical calendar? The secrecy laws are abolished, who assassinated them? Readers of the Ministry of Magic can't wait to send them blades to remind them to change!"

"Speaking of which, I feel as if I discussed this topic in the inaugural issue. Is this a sense of sight?"

Martha was stunned, and a picture of a chocolate frog that came with the magazine slipped from the gap in the waist of the book. This was a habit that came into being in "The Quibbler" recently. This magazine had been printed before Haierbo's death. It was a gift that was stuffed in a week ago. Martha didn't have the habit of collecting pictures, but she still opened the paper package and picked up the pictures.

There seemed to be a familiar person on the picture, but when it was fully displayed in Martha's eyes, the faint golden color quickly dissipated, leaving only a simple outline in an instant. , gasped for a while while holding on to the street lamp.

"Wrong card? Strange..."

……

"Bang bang bang!"

In the corner of the festive Hogsmeade village, the door of the deserted Pig's Head Bar was tightly closed, and a hurried knock on the door broke the musty silence in the bar.

"Go away! I said, don't go to that bullshit celebration party."

"Bang bang bang!"

The people outside the door seemed a little impatient, and the sound of back footsteps could be heard.

"I said it, get out!"

Aberforth raised his drunken head, grabbed the beer bottle in his hand, and threw it forcefully towards the door.

"boom!"

This "knock on the door" was countless times louder than before. He opened his drunken eyes and saw a figure who kicked open the door was holding the wine bottle he threw out and walking towards him against the raised dust.

"Uh . . . ah, Tom," Aberforth's face flushed with alcohol, "our hero, you won't cut the cake, come to me, burp . . . butterbeer?"

"Aberforth, where's the thing I asked you to bring back?"

"belch……"

Aberforth burped with a strong smell of wine, pointed to the counter behind him, and said, "See that glass? It's in there."

Tom approached the bar, and on the table saw a large tin beer mug that had been wiped cleanly and was incompatible with the pig's head bar, with a pile of silver shavings and a few pieces of dead wood contained in it, and saw Tom holding the mug, Aberforth smiled, raised his empty right hand high, and shouted, "Cheers! Oh...damn, I just threw the bottle at you."

Tom shook his head, the glass disappeared in his hand, he looked at the dark and dirty furnishings in the bar, and the vomit all over the floor, covered his nose, and said, "Do you know where Alphard is? I just went to him , his sister told me that he came to you after leaving the celebration."

"Is that the kid who was almost... hiccup... crushed to death with me?" Aberforth rubbed his eyes, "He's gone to Egypt, and he wants me to go with him, he's fucked up, that hellish place What's there to go to?"

In a corner of the bar, Tom saw a picture frame made of broken wood pieces. A girl in a skirt stood in the picture frame and cast Tom a pleading look. He nodded and understood that Aberforth was on his face. what exactly happened.

"You don't think Ariana was accidentally injured in your duel with Grindelwald?"

Aberforth froze, and after a while, he pointed at the door and shouted, "Get out!"

"You're so confident in yourself, Aberforth, what kind of onion are you? A duel with Grindelwald? A duel for what? Who vomits more after drinking?"

"You...how could I hit—"

"I do admire you, Aberforth," Tom realized that, as Dumbledore's younger brother and the one who brought back Nelson's sword and wand, Aberforth would most likely join himself and Grindelwald. The same, "You're quite accepting of reality, don't you think something is wrong? In the old house of four in Godrico Valley, two of the five chairs are for your left ass and right ass, right? ?"

Aberforth raised his head suddenly, where was there a hint of drunkenness in his burning eyes?

"I'm going to find Alphard. If you want to follow, you'd better hurry up."

……

"Captain Jack, I really don't understand, is it really not bad for an ocean liner to take the name of Icarus? What's the difference between it and Titanic? The captain's photo is still hanging on the old crooked neck tree at the entrance of the ship museum. Now, my captain! How about another one, like the Angel Baby?"

"I tell you, this name is very particular, at the beginning..."

"What happened in the first place? My captain, why did you stop talking? The wax on your old mouth has melted, hasn't it?"

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Grindelwald looked at the chocolate frog cartoon left by Tom over and over again, trying to find traces of Dumbledore in it, but under the repeated reading, his disappointment grew stronger. I feel the ancient magic contained in this card that has long been turned up.

This is the chocolate frog picture that Nelson gave to Pitia and finally fell into Tom's hands. With the efforts of the ancient Greek wizards, in each picture, there is an ignorant and incomplete soul, which guides the direction of the North Sea. , depicting the appearance of a stalwart silver giant who once represented hope.

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"I swear I actually discussed this with people on the inaugural issue!"

The text is quickly refreshed in Martha's pocket, and the discussion is also fueled by conflicting views.

"Did you show evidence?"

"I'm at the scene at the time, at the door of the main venue of the Paris Wizarding Fair. If you have the ability to come over by yourself, I'll show you a gesture!"

(End of this chapter)