My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 85 The Very Despicable Haierbo
"Is this the future you see?"

Nelson slowed down and turned his head to see that Grindelwald was panting and stepping on Haierbo under his feet, leaning on his knees and bending over to breathe, he stepped on Haierbo's feet and kept exerting force, while looking around at the white city around him, "Young man ...It's good to be in good health, but don't ... be in such a hurry."

"Sorry." It seemed that Grindelwald was not young anymore, and Nelson suppressed a smile and apologized.

"It doesn't matter." Grindelwald raised his head, stared at the towering skyscrapers above his head and the steel behemoths that were constantly passing through the streets, and sighed softly, "You seem to be seeing farther than me..."

"Maybe." Nelson didn't deny his argument about his prophecy this time.

"There is no war in the future you see, without those weapons... Oh, can Muggles build such magnificent buildings? It looks really prosperous here." Grindelwald didn't answer, he sighed and fell into silence, After a long while, he continued to ask, "In the future you see... is there a wizard?"

"..." Nelson didn't speak, he noticed that Haierbo under Grindelwald's feet was no longer struggling.

"It looks like it's gone." Seeing Nelson's expression, Grindelwald raised his head and twitched the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, "I get it—so sometimes it's a burden to look too far, isn't it? "

"This is also a gift." Nelson nodded, and turned his eyes to the sky again. Everything in the blurred vision was pure white, but he saw a touch of blue above his head, "Foreknowledge has saved you a lot of danger, isn't it? ?"

"No, you're wrong, Nelson." Grindelwald sighed and said sternly, "Many people envy my status as a prophet, but those who fear fate the most are often those who can peep into the future - most mediocre people always feel that , they can take advantage of the good and avoid the bad after peeking into the future, but they won't understand that when the future is seen, it's already fixed, and all their struggles to avoid tragedy are just giving that The future I see adds fire to it, and I might as well not see it in the first place.”

"You can't be sure if what you see includes your own future, and maybe even things like prophets are already doomed." Nelson figured out the joints. He raised his right hand and touched his forehead, trying to immerse himself in fatalism. In that huge sense of powerlessness, I suddenly discovered a problem:
Self does not exist in the future.

Nelson stopped touching his forehead and waved his arms like a passionate leader. Seeing this scene, Grindelwald's eyes flashed with imperceptible joy.

"I smell the same smell on you." The despicable Haierbo suddenly spoke at the feet of Grindelwald. His voice was like an old bellows, and like an old engine that lacked maintenance. His strange pronunciation was mixed with hiss. Hissing snake language, crunching constantly, "That's the smell of black magic and conspiracy... We are the same people."

"Climb away." Grindelwald twisted his ankle in disgust, and stepped on Haierbo with one foot, leaving no gap between his chest and the ground, "I'm different from you, I'm a wizard, And you're just a maggot."

"Are you prophets? It's strange that there are two prophets in one era." Haierbo didn't care about his humiliation, but it was also true that his lingering corpse had no dignity at all. For him struggling like this for thousands of years For someone who is still full of the desire to survive, nothing is more important to seize this fleeting opportunity, he raised his head and continued to pull out a voice from his broken throat, "Yes, I'm a maggot, I'm just you. The humble worm underfoot..."

"I know who you are, don't disgust me with such words, I was in a good mood today." Grindelwald increased his strength, and Haierbo, who had just raised his body, fell heavily on the ground again.

"This is not a hypocritical compliment..." Haierbo squeezed out his voice with difficulty, "Even when I was a wizard, I couldn't defeat the mighty you."

"It's good that you know, so don't think about it." Grindelwald snorted coldly, "What's your purpose? You have been pretending to be a zombie for so many years, and now you have suddenly recovered?"

"No, I'm just recovering..."

"I warn you," Grindelwald raised the foot that stepped on Haierbo's back, stomped hard on his head, bent down and said coldly, "Don't think that a young man has come today, and you can bewitch it. He, if you dare..."

"Why are you chasing me?" Nelson asked, "What stone."

"What stone?" Haierbo raised his head and glanced at Nelson from head to toe, making him feel uncomfortable, and then said dejectedly, "I saw it wrong, nothing can be brought in in the blurred illusion, sorry, it's me in a hurry."

Nelson felt a little strange. He couldn't say what was wrong, he just felt that something was wrong. For example, why did a man who could endure torture for thousands of years in order to survive would fail at the first sight of him? Such a person should obviously lose his senses. , why is he still able to communicate normally now, why didn't he come here on the first day he arrived in Nurmengard, and this time he came back into a blurred illusion, he even felt that Haierbo was winking at him, but because he had too many faces Qi Zi himself didn't see it... He was thinking when he was suddenly attracted by the conversation between Grindelwald and Haierbo.

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Grindelwald moved his feet away, frowning.

"I want to help you, and I'm willing to give my everything for you." Haierbo crawled flatly and turned to Grindelwald.

"Nelson, come behind me." Grindelwald shouted to Nelson, and then looked down at Haierbo's raised old face, "Speak human words, what do you want?"

"I just want a relief." Haierbo begged weakly.

"It's simple, you tell me where your Horcrux is, and I'll destroy it." Grindelwald said coldly, "Just tell me where it is, and I'll let you free completely."

"You know, that's not what I'm referring to." Haierbo stretched out his trembling hand to Grindelwald's boots, and was stopped by his eyes, "Besides, you know, if someone else grasps the Horcrux, that fate will also be handed over to others."

"Is your fate not in my hands now?"

"Yes, a great person like you must not mind giving it a little freedom when he controls the fate of the ant."

"Why do you think you are qualified to go out? You are just an immortal madman split by soul magic." Grindelwald sneered, "An old antique who was killed thousands of years ago, do you think you are going out now? Can you still make a fortune?"

"I just want to find a place for the rest of my life." Haierbo raised his head, trembling all over, "But before that, I can still shine for your career-I know you have lofty ambitions, and I am willing to help you, I have magic, I have ancient spells, and I know many things from the past that others don't, and if you will help me, you will find it the wisest decision."

"It's not your turn to judge whether I'm wise or not."

"Yes, I only admire you unilaterally. In the era when I was still alive, there was no such wonderful wizard as you..."

"Do you know who I am? Do you know what I've done? Do you know what I want to do?" Grindelwald sneered, bending down, "You don't know anything, you're ashamed of yourself for being flattering. The title of 'the worst dark wizard in history', do you think you can deceive me like this?"

"Okay." Haierbo was still in the attitude of a dying man, he raised half of his body with his arms, and buried his head deeply, "You can get everything you want from me, as long as I have."

"What do you have?" Grindelwald asked in a low voice, closing in on him.

"I have magic, the powerful magic in ancient times that you have never heard of; I also have treasures, secret treasures that have been annihilated in the long river of history; I also have secret techniques, which can assist you with more powerful potions, alchemy and other skills;" Haierbo With a grin, "I'm still a pretty powerful wizard, and I can fight for you, and die for you—all with a trivial amount of things you do."

"It sounds nice on the lips." Grindelwald snorted coldly.

"I will prove my loyalty..."

"No, I'm not worried about your loyalty at all." Grindelwald didn't seem to put Haierbo's magic in his eyes, his eyes revealed thinking, and he said, "I'm just afraid of your treasures for so many years. All rotted away."

"..."

"So how do you prove your sincerity?"

"We can sign unbreakable..."

"Say something human," said Grindelwald lazily.

"I am willing to give you my Horcrux. It is half of my soul, which is enough for you to restrain my life." Haierbo said as if he had made up his mind, gritted his nonexistent teeth.

"What if you have more than one Horcrux?" Nelson asked suddenly.

"Little wizard, you are very imaginative, this is the quality necessary to become a great wizard." Haierbo raised his head, looked deeply at Nelson, and said, "But people can only create a Horcrux, and the soul can only be separated. once."

"So..." Nelson showed a sudden realization.

"I'm willing to give everything for you!" Haierbo bowed his head at Grindelwald's feet again.

"I haven't promised you yet." Grindelwald turned his head and led Nelson to the passage above the fog wall he had opened earlier. "For the greater good."

"I like this saying."

Nelson noticed that Haierbo's voice was not trembling or weak at all when he said this, just like a young wizard, but when he turned his head and looked around, Haierbo was still in the same old-fashioned state. .

　The cold is still not healed... There is only one update today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)