My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gellert, what on earth do you want to do?"

The fragmented coast is like a glacier colliding with the mainland, and it is jagged and endless, like a torn in half of bread. Around the coastline, there are many islands facing each other, mixed in the cold water. Under the waves of ice floes, these archipelagoes that are not far from the continental shelf are like isolated islands, seemingly connected, but in reality they are difficult to approach.

Dumbledore was standing on the reef in a solemn black suit, looking at the white lighthouse like a shell not far away. He was holding a silver cross necklace of old age, holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, looking at the beach not far away. Grindelwald, who sat down on the boulder with one knee, was not far apart, similar to the distance between two small islands on the seashore.

　　 "When did you become religious, Albus?"

Gellert Grindelwald wore a long black trench coat with his hem resting on the boulder under the seat. The sea breeze blew his gray scarf and floated gently behind him, pointing at the tall beast in the background. A magnificent building in a field style.

He did not answer Dumbledore’s question. He just turned his head and looked at the Colosseum behind him. Not long ago, there was a trial against Dumbledore. There were so many wizards in the world. , They gathered together, admiring the scene of the trial of the world's most famous white wizard, as if they had become the spokesperson of the great law.

When the trial was over, the people who were still excited were frightened and fled by the news of the attack on Grindelwald. In fact, most of them only heard the news of the attack on Grindelwald and did not even dare to go to the rumors. Taking a look at the direction in which Dvor disappeared, he was like a headless fly, trapped and exhausted by the crowd. After returning to the comfort zone, he quickly forgot the world-renowned trial.

Just like hotspots are always forgotten, the tall Roman pillars at the venue are already covered with mosses unique to the subarctic zone. In Norway, a humid and cold coastal country, fragile creatures such as moss and vines will always find opportunities to seek. survive.

　　 "No, I think you know what day it is."

Dumbledore shook his head and squeezed his already tightly held palm. The hard and sharp corner of the cross pierced his palm, but did not pierce his skin. He jumped off the reef, smashed the shell of a hermit crab, and said , "I don't believe this, but I always have a little expectation."

"Of course I know." Grindelwald shrugged, stood up from the rock, patted the gravel and dirt behind his butt, disappeared in place, and appeared next to Dumbledore in the next second, and he moved forward. One step closer to Dumbledore's ear, he exhaled a hot breath that was totally inconsistent with the cold Norway, but the words from his mouth were not so hot at all, "Albus, you just want to make yourself feel at ease."

"You—" Dumbledore raised his clenched fist, paused for a few seconds, then let it go gently, and said in a flat tone, "Yes, so what? You can think whatever you want. What you say is what you say."

"Hehe, you fellow," Grindelwald smiled and shook his head, walked to stand beside Dumbledore, and the two looked at the seagulls flying around by the sea. After a long time there was no word. After a while, he suddenly said. I have been looking for a way to bring the deceased back from the other shore, but unfortunately, as far as the current situation is concerned, the effect of the resurrection stone is not as magical as in the legend."

　　 "Did you find it?" Dumbledore turned his head and stared at Grindelwald's profile, only to see him shaking his head slightly.

　　 "No need to look for it."

Grindelwald reached into the inner pocket of his coat, took out a large piece of bread, broke it in half and handed it to Dumbledore. The broken section resembled the Norwegian coastline. He ignored the bewilderment that he was forced to take the bread. Dumbledore just tore off a small piece of himself, and threw it towards the sea.

　　 A seagull rushed up from the sea, grabbed the bread cube accurately, and swallowed it in one bite.

　　 "This is a good thing I found in a Muggle shop in the United States," Grindelwald said to himself, "It tastes good, but I can't eat so much by myself."

　　 Dumbledore's body was tense, but he pretended to smile with relief, broke off a piece and threw it in his mouth. Soon, his brows stretched, and it seemed that the taste was really good.

　　 "I hope you didn't blame me for feeding the birds with your food," Grindelwald was still repeating his action of feeding the seagulls, "If you like, you can go to your proud student and let him take you to buy it."

　　 "Tom?" Dumbledore stopped tearing the bread chunks.

　　 "He must be sad to hear you," Grindelwald shook his head, "I mean, Newt Scamander, by the way, do you know he is married?"

　　 "Is he married?" Dumbledore's movements stopped completely.

"Yes," Grindelwald swiftly finished feeding the birds, patted the crumbs on his hands, and looked at the two suns on the sea, and said, "He probably didn't know that when he secretly went to Miami to get his marriage certificate. , The registrar was me who pretended to be."

　　 After that, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows slyly at Dumbledore.

"Look at you, you don't care about your students at all. Marriage is a major life event, and you have to have a respected senior as a testimony. Since you are not here, I have to reluctantly do it. I am different from you. I care about your students very much. "The wind on the sea has become smaller, and the two suns have combined into one, "Of course, I am more concerned about my students."

"Don't deal with Tom," Dumbledore poked the bread lightly with his finger, and then threw it to the sea. During the flight, the bread cracked into many small pieces of even size, which was alluring. The rain of bread drew a crowd of seagulls, they soared over the sea, singing loudly with delicious food, "This is very tasteless, you are not young anymore."

　　 "What are you thinking?" Grindelwald gave Dumbledore a blank look. "I have no interest in him. The only curious thing is that if he was killed by me, would you cry at his funeral?"

　　 "He will not be killed by you."

　　 "No, you won't cry."

　　 The two sentences fell almost at the same time, and the two looked at each other and walked north along the coast.

　　 "Albus, it's been a long time since we walked side by side like this. That time you pulled me off the building and it didn't count."

　　 The weather and atmosphere are both wonderfully good, and Grindelwald speaks happily.

"What the **** do you want to do? Gellert." Dumbledore ignored his closeness, repeating the question he asked when he first saw Grindelwald. "On a day like this, you asked me to Here, what do you want to do?"

　　 As if to strengthen his tone, he repeated it again.

　　 "Oh! Albus!" Grindelwald wailed in an exaggerated tone, "You really have no sentiment, this kind of place should talk about music, talk about literature, talk about all meaningless things."

　　 "Gellert, what on earth do you want to do?" Dumbledore stopped, grabbed Grindelwald's wrist, stared into his eyes, and said word by word.

"Well," Grindelwald shrugged and immediately put on a serious expression. He pinched Dumbledore's wrist with his other hand and said seriously, "I'm just trying, for some kind of new possibility,"

　　 He used the toe of his leather boots to grind gently on the beach, a shell was smashed, and a small octopus struggling to crawl out, drilling a hole deep in the sand to escape.

　　 He bent down with interest and stared at the octopus that was burrowing fast. When it was about to successfully dig a hole, he pinched the octopus's struggling tentacles and lifted it out.

　　 The little octopus twisted frantically, spitting ink, but it did not splash on his body at all. Grindelwald picked up the little octopus, flicked it hard, and threw it into the sea.

"Look, if I don't help it, it will always live in a narrow shell and live like this for a lifetime," Grindelwald said proudly, "Maybe it will go when it grows up. Change to a larger shell, but it should not live on the beach and eat some small bugs-it should live in the water, maybe it has just been eaten by a passing fish, but it should have become a predator Opportunity for the winner."

　　 "Didn't you think about..." Dumbledore hesitated, "Is this actually the habit of octopuses? Maybe it will live on the shore in this season, and will go down to the sea in other seasons."

　　 "Oh? Is that so?" Grindelwald picked up another octopus nonchalantly, threw it into the sea, and said softly, "I don't care, I just want to give it this opportunity."

　　 "Even if this opportunity is something he doesn't need?"

"I want to give it, what does it have to do with whether it needs it," Grindelwald shook his head, "Besides, Albus, it's it, not him, please don't read and understand, have you found out, and talked It’s really easy to get tired when dealing with people like riddles. Don’t you know if you’re tired yourself? I’m very tired anyway."

　　 "……"

　　 "Why don't you speak?" Grindelwald turned his head and stared at Dumbledore with a strange expression.

　　 "So what's the reason you want to restart the Triwizard Tournament?" Dumbledore stretched out his hand, indicating that he was not playing a puzzle.

"If you used to talk like this before, I think there should be fewer misunderstandings in the world," Grindelwald spread his hands like Dumbledore and said, "I said, I just want to give them a chance to say What you don’t like to hear, Albus, this generation of young people is much better than we were before. They really need such a stage and opportunity. Don’t forget, back then—"

"Okay, don't say anything." Dumbledore waved his hand and asked, "What do you want from it? I think people like you should disdain to find something from a group of minors. Yes, do you think they can be our prelude?"

　　 "I have said countless times, they are them, we are us," Grindelwald shook his head, "Don't think everyone is your chess piece or marionette."

　　 "Isn't this you?" Dumbledore snorted and asked, "How did you persuade the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's true. Believe it or not, a wizard next to me asked when he was finishing the building for your British Ministry of Magic to collect the money. He himself was a student of Boothbatton and looked forward to his life. Seeing such a grand event again, who would have thought that the officials of the Ministry of Magic knew his identity as Numongarde," Grindelwald made up a botched story like a lie, "They seem to want to fight We bridged the relationship, so we took the lead in contacting this event. You can ask the chief of Wiesengamao. He knows this better. After all, Durmstrang is not in my control."

　　 "If you don't want to say it, you don't need to say it," Dumbledore was a little angry after listening to Grindelwald's stumbling narration. I waved my fist and said loudly, "There is no need to call me to waste time."

　　 "I swear, what I said is true."

　　 "Your vow makes me doubt the veracity of this story even more."

　　 "Well, do you believe it or not," Grindelwald shrugged and said, "I called you out this time mainly because of Armando Dupete."

　　 "Armando? Did you find him?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald in surprise.

"Is he not in contact with you? As far as I know, he should have cultivated you as an heir," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and continued, "I don't know if you remember what I was holding. There was a little wizard named Barry, who was silent."

　　 "The grandson of Armando?"

　　 "Yes, you suggested that he come to me," Grindelwald nodded and said, "He was caught by the lunatic of Second Salem."

　　 "Huh?" Dumbledore's face showed a concerned expression, "How is he?"

"Not to be optimistic~www.readwn.com~ The silent is about to explode," Grindelwald pursed his lips, shook his head with a serious expression, and said, "Dippet and I had a face-to-face. This person is crazy, he I can't count on it at all. What I want to know is whether Hogwarts has any emergency plans for the headmaster after he is crazy. After all, if the Triwizard Tournament is not led by the headmaster, it would be unofficial."

　　 "Where is he?" Dumbledore grabbed Grindelwald by the wrist and asked sharply, "What did you do to him?"

"If I do anything to him, I will bring it to you today," Grindelwald patted Dumbledore's hand, took it off his arm, and said, "I also think it's weird. Never fought him before, but he was definitely not as strong as he is now. Not only does he know how to use black magic, but also his magic is not like an old man who is about to retire. He is strong, vigorous, and aggressive. I can't even keep him. ."

　　 "Is that really the case?" When Grindelwald was confused, Dumbledore suddenly drew his wand and pressed it against Grindelwald's temple.

　　 "Of course it is true...but you did a sneak attack?" Grindelwald smiled instead, "You are not a sneak attack, you see, your wrists are still shaking!"

　　 "Huh!" Dumbledore flicked his sleeve hard and his arm fell.

　　 "I mean, there are many things that need to be communicated by the principal. If Armando Dupete is not there, there may be many omissions."

　　 "You don't have to worry about that," Dumbledore asked back. "Where is the principal of Durmstrand? You locked him up?"

　　 "You don't have to worry about that. He trusts me so much and he wants me to be the vice principal."