My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 84
After Nelson washed up, he was ready to lie down on the bed and sleep. Every time he came to Nurmengard, he would always feel exhausted. After introduction by Andre, he realized that it was a way of using the spirit of the residents to imprison Haierbo. of magic.

He had just closed his eyes, and before he could pull the quilt back, a tide of sleepiness swept over him.

Falling asleep this time is very different from the past. Some things will not have an impact on reality when you don’t understand them, but when you understand, although the development of things is no different from the inherent path, everything becomes inexorable. the same.

White smoke escaped from the Gaunt family ring that Nelson kept close to his body, or it was tethered into a rope and formed into a large net that wrapped him around him like a cocoon.

"You came?"

"I am coming?"

Nelson raised his head, he was shrouded in white mist, standing naked on a white flat ground that could not see the edge - in fact, he did not know whether he was down to earth, in this pure white space, the direction The concepts of , boundaries and time became blurred. Looking at Grindelwald who had his back turned to him, Nelson felt a little ashamed, and when his mind moved, a comfortable and fit pure white wizard robe appeared on him.

"Do you like white?" Grindelwald turned around, looked at Nelson with his hands behind him, and said admiringly, "I guessed right, you really came."

"Where is this?" Nelson asked incredulously.

"This is a blurred illusion, where all wandering souls go to the transit station before their final destination." Grindelwald turned around, waved his sleeves, and separated the thick fog like a wall in front of him. White, they swelled out of it in large chunks, but they couldn't break free from the shackles, maintaining the most basic "wall" shape, it was so tall that it couldn't see the head up and down, so that the crack looked like a As spectacular and conspicuous as the scar that splits the world, Grindelwald didn't care too much about his deeds like Moses dividing the sea. He stepped towards the crack, urging, "Follow me, I'm lost here. Can not find you."

"Did you keep the despicable Haierbo here?" Nelson chased after him and glanced curiously at the wall of fog that was stirring up and turning over. He felt dizzy just at a glance. From a close distance, these fogs looked like cancerous tissues in the human body. It proliferates all the time, and the strands floating on the wall are all in the shape of painful human beings. They are struggling to escape this indescribable community, but they are firmly tied by another compatriot before breaking free. Squeezed and smashed apart, they were broken into pieces and swallowed by the mouth full of layers of fangs formed by the fog wall - such a scene happened in any corner of this place.

"Gret-" Nelson's spirit was shocked, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

"Don't look closely, those things are incomprehensible to living people." Grindelwald stopped and patted Nelson's back, while responding, "No, we have no motive to imprison the despicable Haierbo, let alone imprison him. Ability."

"He's just stuck here, and what I'm doing is just continuing his tragedy," Grindelwald said meaningfully. They were almost at the end of the crack. Nelson noticed that there was a bright light coming through the crack ahead, and this In an eternal space, there should not be such light with both brightness and direction.

"Is it because of the Horcrux?" Nelson asked softly, rubbing his lips with the back of his hand, feeling better.

"Yes, it is reasonable to say that no one will stay in this place. These lost fogs will erode the souls that stay here all the time, and then let them go forward in a daze. The figures you just saw are all in The lost memories of the souls who stopped here. They are going to the next stop soon, and only a few will choose to return to the earth - those ghosts you see, I remember a lot of Hogwarts. "

"Yes, Professor Binns, who teaches us the history of magic, is a ghost." Nelson nodded,

"I remember him..." Grindelwald sighed with a look of recollection, "Dumbledore always said that those who dare to face death are brave people, but I think some people choose to be 'cowards' for what they stand for. People are more worthy of our respect.”

He asked again, "What's the next stop?"

"Who knows? I haven't died. It's amazing to be here." Grindelwald stepped forward and walked out of the crack. Nelson followed closely and saw an upside-down black tower. Standing quietly above his head, heavy and sturdy, it is the mirror image of the most central tower in Nurmengard.

"Look, that's despicable Haierbo." Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and Nelson looked in the direction he was pointing, just as he saw half of the haggard people stacking the white mist under him. The ground reaches the low-hanging spire.

What a terrible and pitiful man he was!His lower body has completely disappeared, and I don't know if it has been gnawed by the fog of the lost for thousands of years or only half of the body is left from the beginning. There is no muscle on his body. The surrounding up and down makes people feel sick.

"How did he..." Nelson tried hard not to look at him, but couldn't help but turn his head to take a peek at him, disgusting himself.

"This is the consequence of making a Horcrux. He only has half of his soul." Grindelwald walked to Haierbo's side and kicked down the white mist that was piled up under him. Haierbo's broken body fell to the ground. "He has lost his body, his magic, his life, even his memory every moment, he can no longer think, even his most proud 'mean' has been thrown away, more than those who only It is not as good as a ghost who can find existence in the traces of his existence, worse than the humblest wandering spirit, but he is still alive."

"Hiss..." Nelson sucked in a breath. He knew the Horcrux better than most people, but he didn't expect that the owner of the Horcrux he faced for the first time turned out to be such a humble soul.

"Can't I give him a good time?" Nelson got up again after he fell to the ground, and began to mechanically pile Haierbo on the hill again, muttering in his heart, and a little unbearable.

"No, and there is absolutely no need for you to have pity on him. He is just a heinous dark wizard. Even in such a half-dead state, his corpse can still kill hundreds of my partners." Grindelwald With a look of disgust, "Besides, if you want to kill the owner of the Horcrux, you must destroy his Horcrux. For more than ten years, I have come here almost every month, but this thing can't communicate at all. There's no way to tell me where his Horcrux is."

"Okay, then he really deserved it." Nelson shook his head and didn't look at the struggling Haierbo.

"It's a good thing to have moral restraints, it ensures that you don't become the kind of person you hate the most." Grindelwald gave Nelson a thoughtful look and added, "But if a person has too many concerns, he It will lose the joy of being a human being, look at this guy under your feet, he is a complete counter-example."

"I'd rather kill him." Grindelwald frowned and kicked Haierbo's hand to the corner of Nelson's robe, and said in confusion, "He was like a robot before, you must have seen it in the prophets. , that was a cold-blooded, soulless walking dead created by Muggles."

Nelson nodded, seeming to acquiesce to Grindelwald's 'accuse' of his identity as a prophet, and then looked down at Haierbo, who was trying to reach the corner of his shirt. Just as he was about to say something, a sudden change occurred.

"You're finally... here." The despicable Haierbo raised his head and met Nelson's eyes looking at him. There were so many wrinkles on his face that he couldn't distinguish his facial features at all. He was panting heavily. Qi, while twisting his head to climb to Nelson, he rushed to his robe, and made a snake in his mouth, mixed with the weird accent sentences, although Nelson didn't know what the language it was. , but still got it - he begged as he crawled, "Give it to me, give me that rock, it's mine!"

Nelson took a quick step back and reached out to his pocket, but found that it was empty, and the wand could not be brought into the blurred illusion. He panicked, although he was young and healthy, and Haierbo was half an old man who could only crawl on the ground, but He was still in disarray, Sa Yazi ran up and circled around the open space under the upside-down tower, and the despicable Haierbo was pushing hard behind him - this can't be blamed for his cowardice, Haierbo's image is enough to make anyone see The well-informed macho escaped.

"Nelson! Calm down!" Grindelwald didn't respond to the despicable Haierbo's sudden speech at first, but now he can't catch up with Nelson for a while, so he can only watch him learn his own way to separate the fog The wall was pushed by the half old man to escape into the gap that had just been opened. He cursed inwardly and chased after him.

Nelson, who was running in the crack, took a while to recover. He turned his head and saw that Haierbo was still crawling behind him. In the distance, a figure in a windbreaker ran after him, and his scarf was thrown high.

Haierbo's blood and some residue flowed out from the section on his waist and fell onto the Lost Mist, like water dripping from a scalding pot, and soon turned into a white mist and disappeared.

Nelson resisted the desire to retire, turned his head and ran wildly. He saw the light shining in the gap in front of him, just as he saw the upside-down tower at the beginning, he accelerated and rushed in——

He hit a semi-trailer on the road head-on, and it burst open and dissipated.

Nelson couldn't help but stop, forgetting Haierbo who was following him. Everything around him was so familiar - cinemas, streets, busy traffic.This is a pure white city, an empty modern city in memory.

(End of this chapter)