My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

For a very clear-headed person, death is just another great adventure.

I don’t know why, little Jack always thinks of this sentence from time to time, perhaps because he has been used to the storms and partings on the sea over the years, or perhaps because he didn’t know where he heard it at some time in the past or in the future. This sentence impressed him deeply.

Since the old Jack did not discuss life at sea, little Jack has become the only captain on the sea, which allowed him to call himself "Captain Jack" as he wished, but Captain Jack standing on the side of the ship does not seem to be so triumphant.

He couldn't help thinking of the doctor of the same name when he was a waitress on the Icarus. He heard that the mental patient he was in charge of ran away, and he simply called it because of magic—and eventually became him because of the absurdity. A new patient in the working hospital.

During that voyage, he met many interesting people and encountered many funny things.

Little Jack thought that his experience when he went to sea for the first time could be a lifelong conversation, after all, some things are too funny! Unexpectedly, such funny things happen every day.

"I don't know when it is a head."

The warship was swimming in the English Channel. Captain Jack wore an extravagant black leather coat with all markings torn off. A discerning person could tell at a glance. This is the German military uniform. Under the pursuit of a Polish cruiser, the captain of the USS Blaney, who drove a tattered frigate to escape this legendary feat, was given an important mission.

The Blaney, a ship that has experienced several major battles but is still safe, has successfully bypassed the enemy blockade under the command of Jack, who is known for his luck, and participated in the **** of the first batch of Allied soldiers to land in Normandy. The task, this coat on his body was given to him by a French general. In Jack's view, the captain who was missing half an ear was as young as himself, but he was already eager to die.

"I don't know what happened to that guy..." Little Jack shook his head and stroked the deep wrinkle on the chest of the coat. It seemed to be a crease. He couldn't even smooth the crease. Give up, and said, "The guy who lacks ears must like this dress very much, so he keeps it in the cabinet..."

He wanted to try to use the guardrail beside the ship's side as a mirror to see what he looked like now, but failed because of the filthiness, so he had to lower his head, praying that the sea would be calm and his shadow would be reflected.

Little Jack's hopes were lost again. As soon as he stretched out his head, he saw two naked men swimming in the sea, laughing while playing in the water.

"There are seamen who don't hate the sea." Little Jack muttered and retracted his head.

On the small boat next to the ship, the marines who cleaned up the attachments under the waterline are celebrating the smooth return to the voyage loudly. They sang songs celebrating the victory with accents from all over the UK, and the celebration seemed to them to become more and more exciting. The Allied forces counterattack, on the one hand, celebrated that they had only participated in the **** mission.

But little Jack, who knows the situation of the battle, is not as relaxed as it seems. In the east, it is said that the German army, which is on the verge of collapse due to insufficient war potential and fighting on the two fronts, suddenly broke out after a large number of Allied troops landed. The strength of resistance has blocked the Allied troops with more than one million troops within one hundred miles of the coastline.

After Little Jack participated in the protection of the first advance force of nearly 180,000 people, he initially got the victory of the Allied forces and captured several beaches. Then, the follow-up troops that had been prepared for a long time were quickly put on the battlefield. , But with the increase in troops, the battle situation became anxious. Although the German army had unfolded a long display, it showed amazing mobility in support. The advantage in this regard became extremely prominent after they retreated and deployed the defense and contraction front. For every soldier of the Allied Forces, this seemed to have given them a blow-obviously the battle situation at the time of departure was very gratifying, but just halfway through the return flight, how could he hear the bad news that the surroundings of Normandy had become a flesh-and-blood mill.

"You move faster!"

Little Jack stared at the sea soldiers who were playing and playing on the sea. They didn’t know the battle ahead. They even thought they could get a reward for retirement when the ship sailed to England. Several shirtless young sailors jumped in. The scorching summer is not considered to be the cold water, one by one, the barnacles and oysters attached to it are broken off from the ship.

"Captain! Oysters!" A tanned young man raised the shell in his hand and waved, prying with an iron rod of unknown purpose on the boat, and swallowing fresh seafood into the abdomen in the sea water.

Little Jack even heard the "grunt" sound of the tender meat accompanied by the sea water sliding into the stomach bag through the throat.

"Hurry up, we've been in this sea for too long! In addition, this thing is very dirty!" Warships are different from cruise ships. The Blaney sails through various battlefields with floating shrapnel and wreckage all the year round, presumably these parasites. The little animals must be very nutritious, and the scene of breaking the oysters is so similar to what little Jack had in his mind. He laughed and cursed, "Remember to send me some!"

After that, he took off his fur coat, put it on his arm, and turned and walked into the captain's room.

The picture of the girl was put on the desk by him, and a small picture was sandwiched in a huge picture frame. How funny this scene looks, especially since half of the picture seems to have been soaked in sea water, and half of the girl’s face With an unpredictable smile, the photo-preventing locket had already been shattered in a certain sea wave encountered during the previous **** mission. Little Jack snatched this photo from the heavy rain and waited for the ship to approach. After the shore, I finally bought this photo frame at the dock.

"People are not washed away by the sea," persuaded the captain who was missing half of his ear after the photo was retrieved. "You can go back wholeheartedly than anything else. There is no need to make a widow for a photo."

Little Jack didn't answer him. He didn't know what "fullness" meant. He just wanted to show this picture to his beloved girl when he went home.

He stared at the photo on the table, lost in thought, and made a "hehehe" smirk from time to time.

"captain!"

A sailor with wet hair pushed open the door, and approached the captain's room with a large iron plate knocked into a tray. The tray was filled with fresh and plump oysters. He put the tray in a hurry. On Little Jack's table, standing aside, waiting for orders.

"Tell them, it's time to speed up," Little Jack nodded, tapping the tabletop rhythmically with his fingers, and skillfully added, "Remember to knock on the door next time you come in."

"Okay, Captain!" The seaman's salute posture was not standard, but no one cared about it this year. He continued to daze at the table until the shaking of the hull made him feel a noticeable acceleration.

Little Jack grabbed an oyster in a tray, skillfully pried the hard shell with the corner of the table, and swallowed the whole seafood in his mouth. If the captain who was missing half of his ear was still there, he would definitely tell him, "This is it. Swallow it'full round'."

Little Jack placed the oyster shells reflecting the colored metal light on the table neatly, in the shape of a pyramid. He heard that old Jack got off the boat because he had eaten too much seafood and got sick, but he didn't care and asked for life at sea. Of people will be poisoned by seafood? Are you kidding me?

He shook his head, as if drunk.

...

History is slowly changing, or for the world, this is the history that should have taken place. The German army, which was stretched out at the end of World War II, has surged in combat effectiveness because of some of the "achievements" of Krakow, but Nymongard also They are not as "the forerunners of the awakening abilities of the Aryans" as they think. They are allied with each other while also using each other.

For most of the German forces, the achievements of the allies who occupy a large amount of Krakow’s resources over the years are only to make their tanks faster and more able to adapt to complex terrain, and these results are obviously in line with their research on such magnificent buildings. They don't match. There have always been rumors in the army that those mysterious black-robed men have found ways to make people immortal, and have dedicated them to the head of state and the top of the empire.

This also makes them full of longing, after the war, can they have a dream of immortality?

Perhaps it is possible. At least for some fanatics at the top of the military, letting the great Aryans rule the world forever is undoubtedly the most wonderful thing, especially after they have tasted the beauty of magic.

Numontgard's penetration of this Muggle country has reached a frenzied level, and it has intensified even after Nelson took control of Krakow. In addition to some magic such as "teleportation" and "fetching objects from the air", he has opened up greater authority to the wizards hiding next to each high-level, agreeing to use some things that can slightly turn the tide of the battle under certain circumstances. magic.

What is the magic that turns the tide of war on a small scale? The Germans’ resistance to the Normandy landings is the best interpretation. Small armoured units appear like ghosts on the weak points of the battlefield, making it difficult for the Allies to judge how many tanks they have. It seems to be no different from the intelligence. , And it seems that each of them drove a tank.

"Nelson," Andre once asked Nelson, "I don't think you are a warmonger, and you don't like our Muggle allies. Why do you want to give them permission? I'm just curious... you know, though. This matter is trivial to us, but it is enough to change the situation. You don’t have to do your best. In fact, it’s enough to make it easier for us to instruct them."

"Unexpectedly, you turned out to be the most peaceful person," Nelson asked rhetorically, "Isn't it what I'm doing?"

"I know, I don't advocate peace, I just think that Muggles use magic... this kind of thing," Andre hesitated, "Even in this way, it's difficult—"

"I understand, Andre," it was the day before Nelson left Krakow for London. He packed his bags and said to the worried little old man, "everything has a price, don't you? Have you reached the book on the wall to the east of me? That is almost all the history of mankind for thousands of years. We are stuck in a stupid reincarnation, except for those who are fanatics and blindfolded. Knowing that this is a stupid war, everyone knows, but stupid reincarnation is always going back and forth."

"What do you want to say? Nelson." The worry in Andre's eyes grew stronger.

"But we all know that for Muggles, this is an inevitable war," Nelson raised his head and looked at the messy but cleared-out central table, a yellowed roster quietly. Lying there, he said softly, "As a former professor at Heisenberg University, you must know better than most Germans."

"Nelson, you..."

"Presumably you also understand what the fate of your once favorite student is after trying to put his meager energy into the cause of opposing the war," Nelson smiled, "I'm doing it my way. , I tried to thwart their atrocities in Krakow, but this made their aggression in other places worse. It is useless to blindly channel them. I can give them the way to pour out and the power in front of them, but the war should be over. ."

"Nelson, they are always our allies!" Andre followed Nelson's gaze and saw the roster, his pupils shrank, but his words that were categorical and decisive slowly lost his confidence.

"Don't worry," Nelson said with a shrug and continued packing. "Our allies will be more grateful to us and give us what we want."

He folded the last short sleeve and put it into the box~www.readwn.com~ zipped up, stood up and looked at Andrei. Although he was smiling, he didn't dare to look directly at him. Do wizards really care about the life and death of Muggles? Do you really think of them as allies? They live in a huge scam from top to bottom, and the most wise and powerful of them are fooled by you all the time. , I just speeded up this process. If you really think about them, you should choose not to influence them. As far as I know, the head of this country began to indulge in all kinds of unreliable after getting in touch with wizards. Supernatural."

"but--"

"Trust me, Andre," Nelson said confidently, "I will let them taste the sweetness of victory before they fail, at least the day before the wizard disappears...As an ally, Newmontgard will have nothing less. , On the contrary, you can get more-as long as you can follow the steps as I imagined, Numongard can take away all the resources needed, the war can end early, the civilians will not have too many casualties, and the relatively righteous party can win the victory. , And those who are defeated can retain their vitality. This is the perfect ending."

"Nelson..." Andre's lips collided, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Nelson looked at his watch. "The boat will leave in half an hour."

"Nothing, you are more and more like a wizard," Andre closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from his mouth, "I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Really, this is his own choice. I am also grateful for your care for me. It's a pity that I haven't discovered this until now.

Nelson shook his head, picked up the box, squeezed his eyes at Andre, and spoke slowly in a joking tone.

"For the greater good."

(https://)

Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Mobile version reading URL: