My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Compared to physical pain, the scars left by magic are more difficult to heal."

Grindelwald patiently adjusted the position of the crystal ball. He turned his head and looked at Nelson with his blue eyes that were also brewing like the sky. "This is also one of the symbols of the sublime of magic. The trauma of the body can be cured by licking. The wound heals itself, but the wound of magic can only be resolved with a stronger force."

"Isn't it more proof of its rigidity?" Nelson asked rhetorically. "Then if there is the most powerful person in the world, then he's the one who says the same thing, doesn't he?"

"What does this have to do with magic?" Grindelwald turned his head, looked at the crystal ball that shone in all directions, and said softly, "Can't the strongest among Muggles be the same? Your rebuttal has no arguments. Woolen cloth."

Nelson's blue eyes were bright in the dark room, and the reflection of the crystal ball shone like a galaxy in his pupils.

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Soft waves ripple on the boundless blue sea. Under the cloudless blue sky, it is difficult to tell whether the blue of the sea is its original color or the reflected sky. Looking from the shore to the sea, the sky is high and the clouds are pale. I can't feel how terrifying the waves, which are beautiful from a distance, are at all.

A section of railroad tracks floated on the sea surface, undulating with the surging of the waves, and with the roar of the whistle, a bright red train came slowly from afar.

Ludwig sat by the window, looked at the blue sea outside the window, rubbed his eyes, it had been a long time since he last saw the color, he suddenly stood up from his seat, but in the turbulent waves Sit back again.

When he looked out the window again, Ludwig saw only a pure white sea that was no different from the previous journey.

He lowered his head and looked at his pale palms and cuffs. Even in this train, his color was fading day by day. He had long since lost the initial unacceptableness. For the end of the train, He also had his own guesses.

"Ugh…"

He didn't say anything more, his emotional fluctuations had become calmer, he could only sigh and watch the waves crashing outside the window engulf the speeding train.

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"Want to know the content of my prophecy? He is very helpful to what you are doing, and has a lot of reference value," Grindelwald tilted his head at Nelson, "You can pick it up and listen, or listen to it later. Listen, you can."

"No, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson shook his head. "I don't believe in these things."

"Oh, is it so?"

Grindelwald slowly turned around and looked at Nelson firmly, two very different eyes, one white and one blue, blinking abnormally in the dim prophecy hall, making Nelson feel as if he was being attacked by a cruel and cruel devil at the same time. The illusion of staring at a quiet and intelligent wise man, and Grindelwald himself is more like being in the middle of the two.

"It may help you find what you lost. If you want someone to listen to you in the future, I will not stop you." Grindelwald explained again, "If it is because of embarrassment, I can avoid it."

"No need, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson shook his head. Grindelwald's words seemed to have magic power, seducing Nelson's curiosity about the prophecy ball in his heart, and he repeated again, "I don't believe it. these things."

Although Grindelwald's words were brief, they revealed a lot of important content - firstly, Nelson could directly listen to the content of the prophecy, which showed that Nelson had a place in the prophecy ball; secondly, he knew what Nelson was doing, and the prophecy At least part of the content in Nelson is closely related to what Nelson did; in the end, he knew what Nelson had lost, and that thing, perhaps, was in his hands.

"Is time changer fun?"

Nelson raised his head and asked suddenly.

"Huh? Time Converter?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and admitted generously, "Is it called this name? I thought it should at least be called a powerful name, such as Time Master, One of the Travelers of History Something like that... Actually, I originally wanted to ask you for one, but I was pressed for time, so I had to do this, and I will compensate you well."

"Take it as my thank you to the Elder Wand." Nelson pursed his lips and said nothing. Obviously, Grindelwald, who had accumulated enough power to destroy the dead, would never allow his great cause to be unstable on the eve of success. factor, and the time converter that Nelson once showed is the most variable part of it. "Thank you for your teaching me over the past three years."

"Then you still made a profit, Nelson," Grindelwald's mouth twitched into a smile, "I exchanged something that would give you more power in the future for something that I couldn't understand no matter how much I studied."

"You hurt my magic, is it Transfiguration?" Grindelwald patted the injured abdomen in Paris with his hand and asked curiously, "I detected traces of Transfiguration, you seem to have taken something forever The earth is left with me, as long as I think about the root cause of the disease, it will soon transform into a substance that I can't detect or even hurt. It seems to be able to convert back and forth between magic power and substance, and it seems that there is no loss. "

In a few words, Grindelwald revealed the magic attached to Nelson's long sword, but Nelson was more refined than what he said - the pointer-shaped sword was composed of countless mayflies, and he injected part of it into Grindelwald's wounds, and these mayflies, which are set to never stop deforming, rely not only on the magical skills mastered by Nelson, but also on the structure of their ability to change constantly, this sword may be called him Muggle. The highest achievement of the combination of the mechanical and the wizard's magic.

Nelson never dreamed of defeating a wizard like Grindelwald with this trick, he just hoped that this seemingly invulnerable man would have weaknesses, unlike the merciful Dumbledore, Grindelwald was sensible enough to make him a man. An invincible enemy - Nelson, who studied with Grindelwald for three years, knows that feeling better than anyone.

In the past three years, in addition to teaching Nelson some magic and skills, Grindelwald's favorite thing to do is to duel with him, and it was during that time that Nelson, a self-conscious and upright person, developed the habit of loving sneak attacks and traps. In order to win, he can do whatever he can tactically, including but not limited to blasting paint buckets indiscriminately, and even throwing toads on others. This is not because he is eager to win, but Grindelwald always So bottomless.

In the past three years, in the non-stop duel with the wizard standing at the top, Nelson's magic skills have been perfected day by day. He can ensure that his spell will always hit the desired position at the time he wants, and he can easily predict. In the current environment, what kind of offensive methods will the enemy use, and the power of magic spells is getting stronger and stronger, especially in terms of deformation, he can even do hundreds of items at the same time in battle for one second. Even if he has made such great progress, every time he faces Grindelwald, the gap between himself and him is no different from the first duel.

It seems that he can always squeeze his skills to a level just a little better than Nelson, so that Nelson can squeeze his potential and imagination in every duel, and finally win the victory with difficulty - he has forgotten and Grindelwald. How many times have you tried, but the results are very memorable - Grindelwald's wins are zero.

Such victories are often more unacceptable than repeated failures. He can't even judge the gap between himself and Grindelwald. Grindelwald is like carving a favorite piece of art, polishing him to perfection. , with no secrets, and even obsessed with making Nelson overcome his disgust for fiery instinct, he doesn't seem to worry at all that he will cultivate an enemy who can defeat him, nor does he care about his insurmountable feud with Nelson. The growing growth reveals a deep sense of gratification.

This kind of relief always overwhelmed Nelson for the past three years. Until today, he finally felt that the cloud that urged him to run forward was broken. Grindelwald, Nelson knew that his goal had been achieved. Although he was a little discouraged by his strongest skills not being able to hit his opponent, it at least broke the invincible inertia of Grindelwald in his heart, and he was more determined on his own path. That's right, the birth of this scar is a masterpiece of magic and machinery, and it is his painstaking effort to pour out the most beautiful flower of magic - the best structure that Alexander worked out day and night, and he learned from Jokunda of…

"It's the creation of that Dr. Sykes," Grindelwald sighed and said the truth before Nelson finished summarizing in his heart, "You should have seen those people, a group of lunatics, I It’s been a long time since I had such a fiery desire for inquiry. At that time, some people analyzed magic power, some people studied human nature, some people divination, some people drilled into madness, and some people tried to heal most people’s diseases…”

"Have you seen it?" Nelson asked.

"I haven't seen it, I've only heard of it. In fact, other than him, everyone else may have only heard of it," Grindelwald's eyes showed a look of nostalgia, "Speaking of which, his wife was rescued by him in the end. Are you alive?"

Nelson shook his head.

"Later I realized that even if he did bring his wife's body back to life, where did he find a soul that had long since disappeared?" Grindelwald recalled, "then he went crazy and said every day that he had found it. The method to restore the magic power to its purest form, and prepare to attack his pitiful daughter. We thought it was the ravings of a lunatic. It was really unacceptable, so we gave up on him. Got this magic from my daughter? Can you tell me what it's called?"

"Sykes restored."

"I suddenly thought the name Time Turner sounded a bit sweeter," said Grindelwald with a respectful expression on his chest, his attitude toward Dr. Sykes not as morally inclined as Nelson's, but Simply applauding his wisdom, "What a great creation, Nelson, you have inherited perhaps the greatest magic in a hundred years, and with its help, you can become the most powerful wizard."

"That...association," Nelson's eyes appeared in front of Nelson's eyes, the danger and desperation he had experienced over the years, many of which were inseparable from these people in Grindelwald's mouth. In the bunker of the Happy House, he also felt The last reverberation of a deceased left in the world, a dusty man broke into their conversation and brought a prophecy that caught everyone's attention. He did not ask the content of the prophecy, but was silent for a moment, using He said in a calm tone, "I remember that in addition to Ms. McGonagall's medicine, there is also a person who is good at playing with life. If the medicine remains, then the magic he is good at will naturally not be cut off."

"That's right, your good friend Mr. Riddle ended him, Dippet and Isabel died by your wand, and Sykes died soon after being dumped by us under leaks," Grindelwald said without hesitation. He admitted that, although he was reminiscing about the past, there was no sigh in his words, "Now it seems that I am the only one left in that group of ambitious people, which is really embarrassing."

"I remember that he was very good at the wicked way of the Inferi." Nelson said softly, "Numengard will not even inherit this."

"There is no need to inherit such a low-level spell," Grindelwald said, playing with the prophecy ball at hand, "I understand what you are talking about, and I admit that I did let a wizard who was good at making Inferi take over the day before yesterday. I am sorry for the experience of Mr. Ludwig Kant after taking your time-turner."

"He's one of my few friends," Nelson said softly.

"Are you going to avenge him?" Grindelwald shook his head, "I also like this young man very much, and I specially asked Sigmund to find a way to transfer him to an area that is difficult to be protected by the influence of the German Ministry of Magic. It's a pity that he couldn't hold out the most difficult time."

Nelson did not speak, pursed his lips, put his left hand behind his back, and raised his wand to his chest with his right.

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"You didn't help me this time, and I didn't drag me down." Grindelwald smiled, took his wand out of his arms slowly, turned his back to Nelson's board and walked to the other side of the aisle between the two wooden frames, standing still After that, he turned around and made the same gesture as Nelson, "Please."

A black light flashed, obscuring the light of the crystal ball, and the surrounding environment fell into absolute darkness.

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"what is that?!"

Ludwig's vision was filled with deep blackness. He rubbed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the blackness was still there, but it became deeper and deeper. "Isn't it white?! Is this the end?"

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