My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 86 The particularly despicable Haierbo
"Nelson, what do you think?" Right below the upside-down tower in the blurred fantasy, Grindelwald looked up at the top of the tower with an unpredictable expression on his face.

"What?" Nelson also looked at the spire, "I was just thinking, how should we get back."

"Do you think the Horcrux can restrain Haierbo?" Grindelwald lowered his head, took a step back, and stared at a certain position on the ground.

"This has nothing to do with me, sir." Nelson shook his head. "I never think about things that have nothing to do with me."

"How can it be irrelevant?" A thin mist slowly poured out of the tower, and it gradually thickened. When it dissipated, Nelson was already standing at its feet. Grindelwald opened the door and motioned him to follow On, "Is this how you deal with prophets? Don't think about things that aren't in the moment?"

"Maybe, Mr. Grindelwald." Nelson followed. "Rather than worrying about things that may not happen in the future, we'd better keep our feet on the ground."

"No wonder," Grindelwald nodded. "By the way, Nelson, do you like the sculpture I gave you?"

"I...I like it very much."

As Nelson stepped in, the tower twisted and collapsed from top to toe. When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his bed. There was something under his shoulder blades that made him panic. He reached out and touched the horse. Waro's ring.

"Is it you? So is it the Deathly Hallows that make people enter the illusion? Grindelwald's Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone in my hand... Then Haierbo's purpose is very clear." Nelson thoughtfully He put the ring inlaid with the resurrection stone on his middle finger, played with it and put it back on his finger, "He actually wants to lie to me, doesn't anyone really think that only he knows what a Horcrux is?"

"The Dark Lord returned from his study tour and found that his cat was living in the kennel. With an order, [-] ghosts gathered at Hogwarts..." He shook his head, expelling the strange thoughts in his mind, and closed his eyes Holding his wand against the mattress, the Lost Mist wrapped him again, "I can't just be a marionette, Grindelwald's follower, that's against what I came out for...for what I'm after, for me Everything I care about, I need my own strength..."

……

"You came."

"I am coming."

In the modern city of blurred illusions, Nelson suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. The city that was gradually collapsing began to rebuild with his arrival, and it was more refined than the last time. Looking at Haierbo lying in the middle of the road, Nelson opened his mouth to answer. talk.

"I knew you would come."

"Of course you know, and I know you must know I'm coming."

"..." As Haierbo fell into a long silence, the high-level temperament he created had been exhausted and completely collapsed. At this moment, what he was thinking must be: "I don't know how to take it."

"What do you want?" Nelson decided to fight for the initiative.

"No, no, I'm just an old wreck, what do I need?" Haierbo seemed very polite at this time, he sold himself enthusiastically, "You come back alone after that person, you must be It's a conspiracy, tell me, what do you want?"

"what do you have?"

"As I said before, I have magic, the powerful magic of 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 and alchemy. Wait for the skill..."

"Did you memorize all of this? How can it be exactly the same as what you said last time...Don't come near me!" Nelson took a step back, kept a distance from Haierbo who was crawling towards him, and said coldly, "What you said I'm not interested in anything."

"Oh?" Haierbo straightened up, the fog of loss rose from the ground, condensed into the shape of two legs on his lower body, he straightened up, this is obviously too young to be young, healthy too healthy He patted his buttocks and sat on the roadside calculus, "If you don't want anything, you'll want more."

"Yes, I want more." Nelson took a step forward, stood in front of Haierbo, and looked down at him condescendingly, "Despicable Haierbo."

"Sorry, I'm not really mean." Haierbo looked up at Nelson with interest in his eyes, "Then what do you want? Life, wealth, fame, power? You can get from me what you can imagine. everything of."

"I want another Horcrux of yours."

"You must be joking, you were there before, and you know that I promised it to another adult, I can't divide it into two for..."

"I said, despicable Haierbo." Nelson interrupted him impatiently, "I want another of your Horcruxes."

"The other one?" Haierbo showed a blank expression, but the hand hidden behind his back was shaking like a sieve. This was his biggest secret, and how could another person know it? He pretended to be calm and whispered, "A Humans can only make one Horcrux, and soul and reason cannot bear too many divisions."

"I'm not in the same group as the person just now. I know what you want. I know more than you think." Nelson frowned, "I want your other Horcrux."

"You really know a lot."

……

"So did you see the despicable Haierbo in the blurred illusion?"

In the afternoon, in the dining room under the library, a few people were sitting and eating. Barry was taking a carrot from the set menu of wizards from all over the world and putting it into a bowl. He asked curiously, "What does he look like? How is his mana? ?"

"He's only half body, very old... um, how do you say it? He's too old to describe him." Nelson put his fork in his mouth and thought, "Like a very old, very old man who can't die. And there is no way to cast magic there, he doesn't even have a body, how can a mutilated soul wield a wand?"

"As far as I know, a lot of ancient magic can be performed without a wand." Andre interrupted, explaining to Nelson, "and as long as a wizard needs a wand to cast a spell, other magical animals can perform it without a wand. The magic of wizards."

"I know that the reason for the goblin's rebellion is the right to use the wand. Most young wizards will release their magic power unconsciously before they have a wand. This is also the basis for judging whether a person is a squib." Nelson nodded and took a sip of apple juice. , shook his head again and said, "But if there is such a magic, why is Barry still caught by Muggles?"

"..."

"..."

There was an awkward silence at the table, except for Barry mechanically poking at the carrot on the plate with his fork, even though it had been mashed.

"Cough," Andrei coughed lightly, turning his head to face Barry, "Don't you have something to do? Why haven't you set off yet?"

"I'll send you off and set off. After all, Nelson is working with us for the first time." Barry took out a delicate silver suitcase from under the table, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Nelson, "This is the clothes I prepared for you, Absolutely comfortable fit and decent... I was actually caught by Muggles on my own initiative, just for this moment, to find a dress that would fit perfectly into Muggles."

He turned his tangled eyes to White, but met her playful smiling face, he had to straighten his collar, chewing on the mashed radish and continued, "Actually, after so many days of fieldwork, I have become a real Muggle research expert. , to Muggle-"

"It's a psychiatric expert." White couldn't help but speak, and Barry was speechless as if he was choked by the mashed radish in his mouth.

After a long while he said weakly, "Nelson, try wearing it?"

Nelson opened the box, and inside was a folded heavy coat. He took it out from the box and unfolded it. The serious black and the straight lines like a knife gave it a strong sense of chill. Ten silver buttons Arranged in two rows, the epic stories of the war were engraved and painted on them. The epaulettes on the shoulders and the cuffs were embroidered in the same style, and there was an eagle with an anti-swastika badge on the chest, and a belt with a silver buckle was pressed under the clothes. ——This is a SS coat, although it is very gorgeous, even known as a military uniform that is difficult to surpass for thousands of years, but Nelson had a strong sense of discomfort when he saw it.

"Are we going to be spies with Hitler? Why are we wearing this?" Nelson asked with a frown, putting it back in the suitcase. "I don't want to wear warmonger clothes."

"It's more convenient to wear this." Andre nodded, "Do you know where we are?"

"Austria? To Poland?"

"Yes, we have to go through Germany, and the official channel will be much more convenient."

"But the law of secrecy..."

"Hahaha, the secrecy law?" Andre and the others looked at each other and laughed, "Do you still think we care about the secrecy law? To be honest, in the German Muggle government, we wizards are well-deserved Your guest."

"Huh?" Nelson looked confused. "What's going on?"

"This is exactly what Lord Grindelwald expects, wizards don't have to hide like mice." Barry stood up, spread his arms like the highest point in Nurmengard, bowed and saluted, like a nobleman who believes in evil gods. , "I heard you've been living in a Muggle family? Then you've got to put yourself in the right place - Nelson, you're a wizard!"

"Really..." Nelson no longer bothered with this question, he didn't mind wearing the skin of a beast, especially if it was still pretty, "So what exactly are we going to do, I don't know the schedule yet."

"We will use the port key to go to Germany later, and then take the train to Krakow in southern Poland, where there is a powerful and special wild wizard, and we will investigate while Germany is occupying Poland."

　If there are no accidents, we can continue two shifts tomorrow... There has been a cold wave recently, so everyone should wear more clothes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)