My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do you want another one?" Tom walked to Nelson's side, looked at the endless street with him, reached out and patted Nelson's shoulder, handing a chocolate frog, "This is my front door. I bought it a few days ago, and it should not have expired.”

"No need, Tom," Nelson shook his head, "I feel bitter in my mouth now, you go ahead, I'll be outside blowing."

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder again. He knew that this friend wanted to be quiet, so he turned around and walked towards the door of the ready-to-wear store.

"You're here, Nal," the door of the ready-to-wear store was still shaking, and Nelson had just leaned against the mailbox when another voice came in his ear shortly after parting, "I just went to the West City to find you. , no one at home, I just wanted to try my luck at Diagon Alley, but I didn't expect you to be in Sheldon's ice cream shop, I thought a young man like you would like to eat some sweets when he comes out to play with girls."

"Do you mean Martha? She's just had a full glass of Gump Aged Socializer, you should know that stuff, and I don't think she'd even want to eat dinner."

"Gump Aged Social Wine?" Dumbledore showed a surprised expression, "Someone told me about this when I passed by the Leaky Cauldron, I thought it was a joke, but it turned out to be true... Is it the girl? ? She's so brave."

"She just doesn't know."

"It takes more courage to try the unknown."

"You have the final say, Professor," Nelson smiled. "I'm not a Gryffindor and have no say in courage."

"It's not that people who are not Gryffindors are not brave, such as Mr. Kant, he is a brave man," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and retorted, "The Sorting Hat will only value your strongest qualities at that time. , but the soul is more than monotonous colors, what's more, what kind of person you will become in the future only depends on your choice."

Nelson didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"By the way, Sigmund has picked up Mr. Kant." Dumbledore patted his head and remembered the business of coming here, "Mr. Kant's grandfather cultivated in St. Mungo's, and he is going to send Mr. Kant first. Back to Berlin."

"I'd like to invite you to come and have a look, Gnall." Dumbledore nodded at Nelson and smiled, "Look at the land that made Mr. Kant brave, what it is like."

…

In Berlin, Nelson saw ruin and desolation.

It is rare to see an intact building on the street. The tallest as far as the eye can see is a church with half of its roof collapsed. This Emperor William Memorial Church was not long after it was built, and it was damaged by artillery fire. , Muggles in Germany have no idea of ​​repairing it, and even this dilapidation will continue into the next century.

There is no color in the whole city, not even on people's faces, like a black and white photo.

The way the two were advancing was blocked by a tank parked on the side of the road. The barrel of this tank had disappeared, the armor and rubber parts had been dismantled, and the skeleton could see the more miserable structure inside. , People took all the scrap iron they could use home, but they didn't even have the time to move it. Dumbledore and Nelson went around the side of the tank, the armor on the back was even more miserable, and it was tattered. There was a huge crater on the ground on this side, and even though it had been raining for so long in Berlin, the smell of gunpowder had not been washed away.

The top cover of the tank has been removed. On the base where the machine gun was originally placed, a bird's nest made of dead branches sat quietly on it, and it was unclear whether it was full or empty.

"It's the crow's nest," Dumbledore said casually.

Compared with the European continent, which is being rebuilt everywhere, this ancient city at the source of the war still seems to have not come out of the haze of war. The streets are full of potholes and mud. People cast vigilant eyes, and they whispered in inaudible voices, measuring them from all directions.

Nelson only felt like he was walking through the chaotic jungle, and in their eyes it was clear the price they had placed on themselves.

"What do you think order is? Gnar," Dumbledore ignored the malicious glances, looked at Nelson with a smile, and said softly, "Of course, we need to set a premise here, you must put aside your prophetic excellence. Let's put aside the thoughts that do not belong to this era, let's draw the ground as a prison, and let's see what this weather-beaten land needs? Does it need a savior who breaks the barriers? Or does it need a piece of bread enough to feed its stomach?

"Is this... a course? Professor?" Nelson asked rhetorically, looking up from the crater in the street.

"No, it's up to you, Gnar, if you feel like you're still confused and need an elder who's a few years older to answer your questions, then this is really a lesson," Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head again , "But if you know exactly what's on your mind, then it's just a conversation, a small talk, a Q&A that I asked you for, and in fact, I don't see enough of it."

"Order..." Nelson stopped, he didn't want to discuss this topic with Dumbledore, just like most people with their own opinions, he wouldn't look down on these people who were restricted by the times, no matter how high he was , No matter how great, he still had patience and said, "What is understood, accepted and practiced by most people."

"Do you think they'll accept that?"

"At least the first step, Professor, is known by most people."

"Haha, Gnar, you're a little too sensitive," Dumbledore laughed happily, his smiling face very conspicuous in this gray-white city, "I didn't say that you overturned the secrecy law, I was Refers to wars, wars where Muggles use artillery to plunder resources."

"Aren't they the same?"

"Any difference can't be commented until the results are known," Dumbledore turned his head and stared into Nelson's eyes. "What we're discussing today is a small matter."

"I've heard a story, no hints, no metaphors, just a story," Dumbledore smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking up at the stars in the sky that twinkle even in the daytime, "it's a fairy tale ."

Nelson pursed his lips, ready for all the hints and metaphors.

"There used to be a man, let's call him Nelson Williams," Dumbledore took Nelson to the street, where a bench had appeared at some point, he sat comfortably on it, The larger seat next to him was reserved for Nelson, looking at Nelson who was sitting down, he opened his mouth and said, "As a person who can see the future, he has been immersed in the fear brought by time since he can remember. In terms of life, as ordinary people think, it is not unknown, but has a beginning and an end, with a fixed unfolding and ending. He is worried and unpredictable, but it is a foregone conclusion. His eyes are dominated by the direction of the world. Filled up, but under such a huge and magnificent story, he can't see the small things around him. He can't see where his family and friends will go. Even if he can see the future, he can only watch them helplessly. Playing their respective roles, floating in the torrent of time."

Hearing this sentence, Nelson lowered his head and felt a little lost. Yes, even if he knew exactly how many girlfriends Harry Potter had in fifty years, he couldn't see Jonas' departure and couldn't stop him. Tragedy around you.

"...Later he realized his mistake, but the whole world has been completely changed by his push. Those fragments from the future can't solve these problems. Instead, they hindered him and dragged him deeper and deeper into the whirlpool and quagmire. Among them, the sorrow of the prophet is what Gellert has told me many times. People who can see fate often like to challenge fate, but they will be more and more tightly bound by the net of fate, even if they have achieved some success. , but will lose his sense of security because of the changed future, he benefits from the Prophet, but is always subject to it," Dumbledore sighed, and threw two silver coins in the hat of a child who came to beg in front of them. Turning his head to look at Nelson, he continued, "But this Mr. Nelson Williams is different from Gellert Grindelwald, his attitude towards the future is not religious, even disdainful, because he has He is used to changing the future, just like sketching and scribbling in a finished adventure novel, as long as he can keep the story going, he doesn't mind making some bold attempts."

"What happened to him then? Professor?"

"He failed, but not completely, and I don't know what he did, after all that's not what the story is about," Dumbledore said, shrugging. "He called himself a loser, but a A gift from him could change all that—the prophet could change not just the future, but the past, so he sent a letter to his past self, a letter that could change the course of the whole story."

"Did you know what was in that box?"

"I don't know, I don't know everything, it's just a story I heard," Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, leaned back in his chair and stretched, and continued, "As he expected, Mr. Nelson Williams from the past received this letter, shocked that his plan would bring such terrible consequences, so he revised his plan overnight, but it did not seem to be as perfect as he wanted As a result, at the time when he sent the letter in the future, he faced the same decision again."

Dumbledore said it lightly, but Nelson looked at the city streets in front of him that were even more dilapidated than during the war. He understood how heavy this choice was, and he had even faintly felt the struggle between the contradictions.

"He made the same decision, wrote a letter, and sent it to his old self together with the box he received before." Dumbledore spoke lightly, but the inexplicable heaviness lingered on the only one. A listener's ear.

"Mr. Nelson Williams, who received the letter, was as shocked as the one who received the letter. He repeatedly scrutinized his plan. This time, not only did he have doubts about the implementation, he even began to reconstruct his original thinking... "

Crows crowded on half of the steeple of the church to keep warm, and from time to time they made a "quack" sound. The colorful sunlight reflected by the glass with the gothic style flashed across Nelson's face. Before he knew it, time had passed. By evening.

"...He ended up writing a letter that changed history, stuffed it into the box he had received, and sent it to his old self."

All afternoon, Dumbledore was repeating the "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain" type of story, as if the person who wrote the story didn't know the basics, and just wrote it back and forth to fill in the number of words.

Nelson was a little tired from sitting, and even his **** was a little numb, but his heart was full of stormy waves.

Dumbledore's voice appeared at the right time, smoothing out the endless waves.

"Nal, I have a question," he asked briskly, blinking his eyes, "quiz in class, please listen to the question. How many Mr. Nelson Williams appeared in the story just now?"

"Fifteen." Nelson blurted out.

"No, one," said Dumbledore with a stern expression, shaking out a finger, "there is only one, there is only one Mr. Nelson Williams in this world."

Nelson looked up and was about to say something, but was interrupted by what Dumbledore followed.

"I know what you're trying to say, Nal, these Mr. Nelson Williams have lived through different lives, with their own regrets, and I can go on and on, then there are sixteen, a hundred, even Ten thousand Mr. Williams," Dumbledore's blue eyes gleamed behind his half-moon glasses, "but there is only one Mr. Nelson Williams in the world, even if he has been through so much, trapped himself in time For so long, even though he has tasted the bitter fruit of his self-imposed achievements again and again on achievements that the world can't even imagine, he has never given up hope and always remembers his original appearance, which is why he can receive letters again and again. Make changes and send the letter to the past a few years later, hoping that you can find a way to make up for your regrets."

"It's the same person."

"In fact, letting Prussia become like this is the decision of the International Wizarding Federation. Rather than encountering widespread obstruction in the process of gradual policy advancement, it is better to unite the unstable factors and then catch them all at once," Deng said. There was a trace of self-deprecating shame on Bulido's face, "Actually, most people's value judgment logic is 'for the greater good', and Gellert's slogan just said it nakedly. UU reading www.uukanshu. com”

"…"

"Nar, I'm terrified that you'll end up sending a letter like that too, as a messenger to deliver it to you, and I don't want to see you overwhelmed by this full box of wishes, they're for you It's just possible, no one can do that, and I think you should have opened that box, but you should have released yourself from the prison of time."

"I won't, Professor."

"Really?"

Dumbledore shook his head and didn't say much. He looked at the broken roof of the church and changed the subject: "A large number of people came to me and wanted to see if the promises you made in response to the question were feasible. That's why I brought you here today."

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