My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 95 Fate and Auschwitz

"Pitia."

Nelson took out a one-meter-long walking stick from his jacket pocket under the watchful eyes of the four of them. He held his hands and whispered the name of the priestess statue outside the Black Tower Library. , leaving only the cane inlaid with amber suspended in place, slowly rotating.

"The people here, are the pockets...so deep?" After a while, Lori Ann stared at it and asked. She gestured at the cane and looked down at her pocket, which meant that she was not very Learn about Transfiguration, or you'll have question marks all over your head.

"No, it's only his deep." White replied with a strange expression. "He casts the Traceless Stretch Charm on his pocket, and usually puts everything in it."

"It's like having a backpack, right?" Lori Ann suddenly realized, and tried to explain with her common sense, "The cane that looks so long actually only takes up one space."

"Yes, that's what you think." Andrei rubbed his hands enthusiastically and continued to inquire, "So where is your hometown?"

"My hometown..." Roliane said with a look of recollection and whispered, "My hometown is in a place called—"

"Miss Lorien," said Newt Scamander, who had been silent for a long time. "You'd better not reveal too many secrets to someone you just met, especially when he is already notorious."

"Newt, you!" Andre turned his head and glared at Newt and asked, "Who are you saying is notorious?"

"Do you want me to tell you?" Newt put the suitcase on his lap and said with a blank face. After Nelson left, he had no scruples about hurting his apprentice, and he didn't mind talking to these two saints at all. Do it again.

Andre also angrily stopped talking, and the scene fell into a stiff silence again, until Rolian saw the little dolls rolling out from the surrounding rooms, and then smiled and smoothed the scene, "Several guests, room I've cleaned it up for you, why don't you go to rest first, and talk about it after dinner?"

……

"Pitia."

Nurmengard, at the foot of the Black Tower Library, Nelson closed his eyes and pressed his hand to the iron chain tied to the left hand of the statue of Pythia, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in his room.

He first opened the drawer at the head of the bed and saw that the position of the feather on it had not changed. Then he opened the wardrobe with confidence, took out the suitcase that had not been opened since he came to Nurmengard, and took out the Ben tucked the notes at the bottom of the box into his pocket, then took out Riddle's ring, put it on his thumb, and lay down on the bed with his clothes on.

Soon, a white fog quickly enveloped him...

"You came?"

Nelson opened his eyes, and under the upside-down tower in the blurred vision, the despicable Haierbo was holding a book and leaning against a sofa made of lost fog to read. When he saw Nelson coming, he just raised his eyelids slightly, He buried his gaze in the tree page again.

"Why do you have books to read?" Nelson took a cautious step back.

"Why do you put a sculpture of Pitia in your own territory?" Haierbo didn't answer Nelson's question. He closed the book and raised his head to look at Nelson. The face, but a pair of dark green eyes are unusually deep and sparkling.

Nelson kept his mouth shut and didn't answer his question.

"This is a book extracted from my memory." Seeing this, Haierbo shook his head with a smile and pointed at the book in Nelson's hand. A brand new book appeared in his hands, "Would you like to see it? This is a good thing, there are many magics that you may not have heard of before~ After reading him, you can become a great wizard like me back then. "

"No, thank you." Nelson used his butt to know that nothing good would be written in that book. He declined Haierbo's "kindness" and took a step back, "I have no luck."

"Don't be so afraid, we are grasshoppers tied to a rope now." Haierbo smiled helplessly. He sat on the sofa beside him, spread his hands and asked, "Did you go there? Did you find me? Horcrux."

"I haven't gone yet."

"You're a little too cautious." The expression on Haierbo's face became even more helpless, "From the moment you can guess that there is more than one Horcrux, I know that dealing with you will not be an easy thing. …”

"I'm around the place you said right now, there's nothing special there." Nelson shook his head, "I must have [-] points of respect for an evil and powerful dark wizard like you."

"You misunderstood me, I don't know how you arranged me in your history, but I still have to say that the reason why I am called 'Despicable Haierbo' is entirely because I once played poker with people. …”

"You still lie to children. Making a Horcrux requires splitting a soul, and splitting a soul requires a sin that a complete soul can't bear. You and I both know that you are just a butcher with blood on your hands." Nelson Not listening to his nonsense, he frowned and continued, "I don't believe that a famous dark wizard would put his soul on an ordinary object and throw it into an undefended, ordinary corner. .Will you put your soul into a broken boot and throw it into the dry well at the entrance of your village?"

"Okay," Haierbo shrugged, showing a strange smile, "Do you really think it's ordinary there?"

"I looked up almost all the history related to it on the way, and the most famous place for a few hundred miles is Krakow," Nelson squinted and looked at Haierbo, "but it was just an ordinary Muggle The old capital of the kingdom hundreds of years ago, the wizards never regarded it as a place of interest."

"You made a statue of Pitia," Haierbo suddenly brought up something unrelated, "but do you know who she is?"

"She is a priest of the sun god? A witch with the ability to predict?" Nelson thought for a moment, "I don't know the rest. There is not much written content of your history at that time. Muggle myths and legends mixed together."

"That's enough." Haierbo put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, leaned his chin on his hands, and showed a smile like Ikari Gendo, "That place is the rich color left in Pitia's prophecy. I even forgot the name of the wild land in my time, but I still clearly remember the name of its future in Pythia's prophecy... Is it there? Can I catch up when I go out? Can I get a glimpse of the purgatory created by Muggles in the most primitive way?"

"Come and plunder my wealth, possess my knowledge, learn my magic, steal my fame, and let me out!" Haierbo's face showed an excited expression, he waved his arms like a fanatical fan , "I can't wait to go and worship that piece of Muggle-created great art that I've been waiting for for a thousand years, it's called—"

"Auschwitz." Nelson's face was stern, the corners of his mouth twitched, and there was a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

"That's right, it's there! You're a prophet too, you know what's going to happen there, right! Tell me, tell me, hurry!" Haierbo bounced off the sofa excitedly, rushing up and seemed to want to Holding Nelson's hand, at this moment, he seemed to be more interested in the place than his desire to escape. He fluttered violently, and threw himself on the ground in front of Nelson's eyes with a clumsy posture of duck walking. He raised his head and stared straight at Nelson. The dark green eyes were filled with blood red blood, and he shouted hysterically, "Have they begun? The primitive and tyrannical killing of Muggles, that kind of savage—"

"It won't happen." Nelson interrupted his frantic performance. Looking at Haierbo under his feet, his heart was full of fear. This guy is completely a lunatic who has completely destroyed his humanity. Even the most basic communication is difficult.

"Gah—" Haierbo let out a strange cry as if his throat was being strangled. He took two steps forward and held Nelson's trousers tightly. Despite the struggling Nelson, he kept stepping on his face, staring at him. With bloodshot eyes dyed scarlet, he said fiercely, "What do you mean?!"

"I mean, the Auschwitz you imagined won't exist anymore. I went there to resolve this matter." Nelson broke away from Haierbo's hand in disgust, bent down and grabbed a cloud of white mist on the ground. He slapped his trousers, as if he was disgusting with the dirty things stuck there.

"How are you going to solve it? Why do you solve it?" Haierbo showed a confused and puzzled expression on his face. He first thought about the possibility of Nelson sitting on this matter, and after a while, he said in despair, "You Why bother?"

"It's not an idle thing. How could you, a stinky maggot in a stinky ditch, understand that there are still people of noble character in the world?" Nelson shook his head, looked up at the sky, and ignored Haierbo, who was wriggling on the ground. "Actually, I don't understand either, but I promised others to inherit his legacy, and his ideal is to avoid such a tragedy."

"What about you?" Haierbo stomped his chest and said, "Are you stupid? How could it be possible to save me and get my gifts and rewards and save those muggles' low lives? Is there any comparison between these two things?"

"There's really no comparison." Nelson lowered his head and looked at Haierbo's hopeful eyes, "How can you compare to the cause of saving victims of war?"

Haierbo froze. He had never seen such a wizard who was not interested in magic and wealth, but instead thought about Muggles all day long.

"So, if you want to truly be free, the tragedy of fate must happen again." Nelson pondered Haierbo's previous remarks and nodded thoughtfully, "Am I right? Despicable Haierbo."

"..." Haierbo choked, looked at the young man in surprise, and was silent for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Do you think that stopping one Auschwitz can hinder the rebirth of the great Haierbo? Don't be too self-righteous, these prophets!"

Nelson tilted his head and showed an expression of listening intently. He stretched out his right hand and said, "Please start your performance."

"From Pitia, to the guy with you, and you, you are all too self-righteous." Haierbo no longer pretended to be a mental patient, he gritted his teeth, "Yes, you can indeed see the future. , This is a talent that countless people can't even think of. Pythia can even oppose me. That gray-haired guy's mana is not inferior to me, and you can even guess the ritual that my last Horcrux needs to be slaughtered. It can be done, but so what?"

"But so what?" Nelson nodded.

"Pitia is dead, so will the gray-haired guy, and so will you! And I...and I'm alive!"

"so what?"

"Those of you who are spying on the future always feel that you are otherworldly." Haierbo smiled hehely, "But you are part of destiny anyway, aren't you?"

"so what?"

"How can you be sure that the future you see is not the future that came about after you participated?" Haierbo tore off all the disguise, he finally tried to show his fangs and showed a sinister and despicable smile, "The one who plays with fate People will eventually be toyed with by fate."

"so what?"

"Even if you stop or even destroy today's Auschwitz, tomorrow there will be another Auschwitz in another place!" Haierbo stared at Nelson fiercely, "You can stop it for a while, You can't stop a lifetime! This is the torrent of history, you can't change it, what should happen will always happen, all disputes, conspiracies and deaths are never about who, but about the matter itself, as long as 'O' My Horcrux will be perfect no matter where and when what happens to Swithin', my magic isn't just for a small piece of land!"

"so what?"

"So... can you stop saying that stupid 'so what'!" Haierbo seemed to have been broken by Nelson's question, and he was incompetent and furious, "You don't really think that I need the help of your lame wizard. Get out of here? I'm just waiting for the moment, I can leave at any time! You don't have to go too far!"

"So, please." Nelson bent down and saluted, "My despicable Mr. Haierbo, please perform for me, how to get out of here, I also want to see the world."

"..." Haierbo stared at Nelson with a neck, and suddenly became depressed.

"So what?" Nelson held a vacant grip in the air, as Haierbo did at the beginning, and took out a soft felt hat from the air. He put the hat on his right hand and moved it with his left hand, making it spin quickly and lightly. He smiled and said, "You're afraid, that's why you're hysterical and frantic. Despicable Haierbo, I already understand why you are called despicable Haierbo, and you don't get such things as 'brutal Haierbo' and 'crazy Haierbo'. It's a louder nickname. Because you're just mean, you only play tricks on people who are weaker than you and play tricks."

"So what?" Haierbo's tone was calm.

"You don't even have the talent of a prophet, but you believe in fate so much, you must have suffered enough." Nelson shook his head and looked at the stiff Haierpo with pity, "Let's wait and see, Mr. Despicable, let me see See if you can escape by yourself, and see if I can do what I say."

"Yes, some things are bound to happen. That's the choice of history, but some things are not. You must have never studied when you were a child. You don't understand such simple political economy." He put the soft felt He buckled his hat on his head, leaned on the brim of his hat and chuckled, "I have completely seen through the fragility of your soul, but even though you are so weak and weak enough to disappoint me, our deal is still valid, I think I prefer to collect An unfinished Horcrux, with a more fragile soul within it."

Without waiting for Haierbo to respond, Nelson turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared into the blurred illusion, leaving the soft felt hat left alone and Haierbo staring with wide eyes.

……

"Huh—" Nelson woke up from the bed, and the first thing he did was take off the ring and threw it deep into his pocket, then clenched his wand, his tense body finally relaxed, leaning against the head of the bed and shaking like a sieve.

　I have something to do with my trip today. If I come back late, I will not update two chapters. I will post a large chapter with many words, and one chapter will be two chapters.

　　
　
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