My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Anger is the most senseless folly."

When Dumbledore took heavy steps and chose to return to Berlin on foot, Grindelwald's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. He didn't even need to turn his head to see where Grindelwald was, and he didn't even bother to look at it. Surprised by his sudden appearance, Dumbledore knew that Grindelwald would find him, and he would appear on his left as before, walking side by side with him.

Compared with the cold and quiet suburban forest under the ice and the war-torn Berlin city, the barren field where the two of them are located may be the quietest and most peaceful place in Berlin.

The eyes of the two simply met, and in the next second, two magic spells that appeared almost simultaneously collided in the center of them. One green and one red magic light added a few bright colors to the belly of the ice penguin, but The contract of the blood curse is still binding their magic power, the two curses disappeared in the instant confrontation, and their expressions were calm as usual, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Long time no see, Albus," Grindelwald greeted with a smile, "do you agree with my point of view?"

"That's true, but staying sane at all times is not an easy task."

"I even think the dead walking dead in the city have more meaning to live than people who are swept away by anger," Grindelwald let out a white heat, turning his head to look at Dumbledore, "You are very Hard to imagine what I just saw, dug up corpses wriggling in every street in Berlin, don't know what those muggles did before, do you remember the last time we saw so many Infernal corpses ?"

"We've never seen the Inferi together before," Dumbledore shook his head. "If I remember correctly, Nurmengard should have provided magical consulting services to the Muggle government in Germany before? If you don’t know, no one will know.”

"They seem to have written me a report, but you know, I don't care who is made into soap," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and around the water curtain, fireworks-like fiery snakes lined up to bloom violently. The explosion soared into the sky, but at such a distance, he just felt good-looking, "If it is made into soap, it proves that his value is a piece of soap, and if he is dug up after death, then his value is to become a yin. Corpse, this is the fate of man."

"You're getting more extreme, Gellert." Dumbledore looked at Berlin with undisguised worry in his eyes. He thought that the two sides had reached a stalemate and left the city center, but he didn't expect that, just turned to the forest After turning around, Nelson and the International Federation of Wizards fought again, and there was an earthquake-like tremor on the ground. He saw Alexander, who had been restrained for several hours, raised his legs, and every bearing on his body was in Activated in the scorching steam, what the **** happened there? Why did Nelson suddenly attack? He narrowed his eyes, looked at the shadow lying on the ground not far away, and said in a deep voice, "I thought that after taking the initiative, Nelson would choose a more rational approach."

"No, I'm not extreme, Albus," Grindelwald followed Dumbledore's gaze to the shadow on the ground, took two steps, and stood in front of Dumbledore, blocking his path, shaking his head. He shook his head, "What's more, this is not Nelson's choice."

"No? The new force of the International Federation of Wizards is blocked in the forest on the outskirts, Aurors from all over the world are crowded in front of the fireplace of the Department of International Affairs, but the Floo network in Berlin was cut off by their own hands a year ago, I think By the time your central branch has been set up, Nelson's supporters will continue to pour in, the Ministry of Magic is like a strong man who forgot to take his limbs out, lying on the ground unable to move, unable to even stand up by himself , there are not many Aurors present who can keep their minds awake, why did they choose to fight Nelson?"

"It's because you're not sober that you dare," Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "Tsk... You seem to be one step ahead of me, and you didn't fully see what was going on inside."

Grindelwald stopped for a second, suffocating Dumbledore's appetite, and then began to describe the two wizards who were hung on the cross, watching Dumbledore's expression become angry at a speed visible to the naked eye. , he said quietly: "This is a stupid plan made by a person who is swept away by anger. Do you think it can be used to threaten a person who swallows his voice? No, it can only drag him into the same abyss of anger, then All patience and bottom line will be what you miss the most...Are you angry too? Albus."

"Nelson will save him...theirs." Dumbledore's expression soon disappeared, he calmed down, and said softly, "I trust him, he's a good boy."

"It's a coincidence," Grindelwald raised his lips. "They think so too,"

"When there are too many emotions accumulated in the heart and they don't know how to express them, most people tend to put on the coat of 'anger' for it, maybe because they are desperate, maybe because they are desperate..." Grindelwald shrugged, turned his head and said, " You know, it's hard to stay sane, an independent, powerful and beautiful soul knows how to control its emotions, but compared to the cautious, dance-like repression, perhaps giving the power over the self to the emotions would be better choice."

"The power of anger is far beyond your imagination...Albus," Grindelwald suddenly stopped, but Dumbledore by his side did not walk out of the parallel line as embarrassingly as he expected, and he stopped almost at the same time. Down, staring at Grindelwald, waiting for the second half of his sentence, "It is the most powerful weapon for the weak to defeat the strong, it can help you discard reason, worry, fear, and dignity, for the weak , the things that are very important to you, reason, are actually a drag, and there is no life, what do you want them to do? Or do you think there are things in this world that are more important than living?"

"You know thousands of years of apprehension"

"It's ironic, Albus, really ironic," said Grindelwald with a strange, wry smile on his face, squinting at Dumbledore, and said lightly, "Not even me. I think that one day the wizard will need someone like me to maintain its final dignity."

"I thought you would be on his side."

"Oh, you misunderstood, Albus, I've been walking and never stopped," Grindelwald smiled and waved his hand, "Great Dumbledore, isn't this your chance to save the world? As you have planned countless times, bear suspicion and slander, and at the most critical moment, when the world needs a hero the most, smash yours."

"You've been walking?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Then what are you doing standing in front of me now?"

Just a few steps in front of him, a muddy wizard was lying on the ground quietly, motionless, as if he was dead, with several shocking penetrating wounds displayed on his back, almost penetrating through the wounds. Seeing the internal organs, the soaked robe pressed heavily on his body. Even in the thick night, it revealed a **** color that made people gasp for breath. The grass under him was also soaked in blood, showing a completely different look of deep black.

The edge of the wound was covered with blood scabs that had already congealed. He seemed to be hit by several magic spells from behind while running. He fell down without any resistance. His fist, as if he was clenching something tightly, his **** face was raised with all his strength in the direction of Berlin, his tarnished eyes stared at the direction of the water curtain, but these eyes could not even reflect the water curtain. .

Dumbledore shook his head. After leaving the frozen forest, he met this person on the way. At that time, he was dead, and the blood that flowed out became cold in the evening wind. He also saw a The team of Aurors riding a broom around the forest to observe, judging from the number of people and the traces of magic, this unknown man fell here under their siege.

Dumbledore also noticed what the wizard was holding - the Invisibility Cloak.

"I remember a few years ago when I visited the Second Salem Victims Memorial Park outside of Boston and saw a statue," Grindelwald said suddenly, "I remember it was an old man, a postman-like old man, there was always someone Never deliver a single letter in a lifetime, or fall at the door like him at the last step of delivering."

He pointed to the wizard on the ground with his wand, and said softly, "This man is Johnny, the chef of the Krakow Center. He has a friend who is responsible for repairing and cleaning the equipment and robes of the expatriates. Of course, I may also be Get them mixed up, after all, they are inseparable, they stay together every day, he doesn't cook very well, he likes to let go of excess cheese, and Nelson has been in Krakow for a few years, and he has gained weight for a few years."

"If this saint knows that you remember his name, he should be very happy."

"Oh, he's not a saint!" Grindelwald said exaggeratedly. "You may not know that when Nelson left Krakow, he almost removed the foundation of the center!"

"Oh." Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald's shaking wrist and responded.

"But in the end, Nurmengard can't tolerate this kind of... trash that can't even deliver anything," Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, his mouth pursed, and the words were almost squeezed out of his teeth. , "It's really hard to understand the hatred in my heart to let him die so cheaply."

"But so what?" Dumbledore wanted to laugh a little. Just as he was about to get close to Johnny who was holding the Invisibility Cloak, Grindelwald appeared, and he talked a lot. The root cause of restarting the war was the practice of the International Federation of Wizards threatening hostages, and pretending to scold constantly. The moment he heard Moody's name, the slight inclination he had just raised disappeared without a trace. "He is dead."

"I heard that the Invisibility Cloak, the Deathly Hallows, can hide under the scythe of the **** of death."

Grindelwald waved his wand, and the thin green mist gushed out from the tip of the wand like a grief-stricken soul. It tore down hard, and under Dumbledore's comment, it forcibly tore a gap in the air leading to nothingness, a thick fog of loss gushed out from the gap, and its claws slammed into the hole fiercely. , Immediately afterwards, the sound of ice cubes falling into a frying pan sounded in his ears, and Grindelwald's arm holding his wand was raised high, revealing a touch of silver light bound in his palm, and the other The hand held the wand at a distance, and the green light beam connected to the claws swung upward like a whip. The silver light flashed for a moment before being blocked by the sleeve.

And the giant claw inserted into the blurred illusion also broke free from the shrinking hole. Its devilish green scales had been corroded, revealing bundles of muscles under the skin and pale barbed phalanx. The **** that entered the environment first did not even have muscles, and most of the bones were melted and dissolved by the fog, and shattered like a spider web. At the connection between the first and second, a hideous but broken barb hooked together. On the waist of the white shadow, there seemed to be a ghost that was running for death, and the last remaining color solidified on the right hand clenched into a fist, stubbornly refusing to fade.

At the moment of contact with the air, its outline quickly dissipated like ice in hot water, and dark green chains gushed out from the broken joints of the phalanx, pierced deeply into the body of the wandering soul, and used a It was tightly bound in a cruel way, and the chain was almost like a mummy, wrapping the wandering soul tightly, only revealing its right hand that was still colored, and two thin and transparent legs.

They tightened the body of the wandering soul deeply, and the thorns that grew out sucked the magic power that constituted the spiritual body. Grindelwald waved his hands, and the broken claws grabbed Johnny's body from the ground roughly, and the soul and the chain were Crushed into his body.

Grindelwald's pale pupil flashed a strange silver light, serious and solemn, but the other eye was intertwined with coldness and expectation, and finally, with the wand in his hand breaking in two, the claws loosened and dissipated, and Johnny. His body fell heavily to the ground, and his right hand, which was still clenched tightly, was covered by the turned up invisibility cloak and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that it can't escape not only the death of the **** of death, but also my pursuit of the soul."

"Grindelwald... This magic is a bit too cruel."

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Johnny stood up from the ground like a puppet and turned his head mechanically. There was no brilliance under his empty eyes. The sight of his soul had been completely blocked by the chains, but Dumbledore clearly saw the firmness in those dead eyes. with gratitude.

He took a staggering pace, more like a walking corpse than the Infernal corpse in the city, holding the invisible cloak, and walked firmly towards the direction of the water curtain.

"Actually, I planned to send it over myself," Dumbledore looked at Johnny's back, and shook his head helplessly, "Although I am hesitant and contradictory, I still want to leave Gnar the last justice. I owe him."

"He has to do his own task," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. "This is the choice of this man named Johnny, and it is also his destiny."

The water curtain in the distance suddenly flickered violently, and the two raised their heads almost at the same time. The street where the International Federation of Wizards was stationed was already crowded, and the crazy corpses were like a black tide that covered the sky. They rushed in their direction, and the light of the spell made the night sky no chance to dim, and a fierce battle had broken out.

"I've always disagreed with Nelson's claim that I could give him everything, that his talent and vision deserve all the power or resources, but I don't think it's a good thing to distribute the magic to the incompetent, the world is barren Yes, the resources occupied by the incompetent will one day get revenge in the embarrassment that the elites want to make progress but are unable to return," Grindelwald said softly, "but on the way, I passed a barn, you may not imagine , Albus, I will one day be shocked to see dead people all over the place."

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