My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Right now, Albus!"

At the moment when Haierbo was stunned, Grindelwald's voice sounded in Dumbledore's ear. He subconsciously raised his hand and let Grindelwald clench his arm, passing through Haierbo's sudden collapse like a porcupine. The evil magic that shot in all directions appeared behind the dark wizard.

"Stone prison."

The icy cage rose from the ground, trapping Haierbo, the stunned god, in it. The next second, the magic from the people who were still standing around shot from all directions, smashing the stone prison to pieces, and hitting it at the same time. Haierbo's body.

Everyone's face is full of exhaustion, and this exhaustion has lasted for too long.

They are not familiar with them for a long time, and even the wizards who have their own grievances can already cooperate instinctively. Even if the method changes every time, they can still seize the opportunity to repeat these things that Haierbo has cracked and even countered over and over again. attack.

But this time, Haierbo was not as unscathed as he had experienced countless times before. He covered the wound on his neck and let the magic spell pierce his heart.

Dumbledore sensed his weakness.

This feeling is like someone is hiding in the sand, hollowing out the wet and soft foundation of the sand castle bit by bit, eroding his power from an angle they don't understand.

A buzzer sounded in his ears, and Grindelwald left a fiery fire inside the broken stone prison, leading Dumbledore to retreat, and on the edge of the battlefield, a clear-cut boundary separated them from the outside world. Open, Dumbledore saw that everything outside suddenly slowed down, including the spells that were piercing into Haierbo's body frame by frame.

And his astonishment, his weakness, his shock and anger also showed in Dumbledore's eyes without reservation.

"What's up with him?"

Dumbledore didn't delve into why Grindelwald could almost pause time like Nelson did. Right now, Haierbo's suddenly exposed weakness was even more important.

"It worked, they...did it!"

Grindelwald lifted the arm bound by the silver chain. The cold chain had already penetrated deep into his flesh, blocking the flow of blood. His palm also showed a dark purple like frostbite. Dumbledore took a closer look. The pocket watch, which was embedded in his palm, stopped moving forward at an unknown time.

Grindelwald's eyes of different colors reflected two identical faces belonging to Dumbledore, but for some reason, Dumbledore, who was looking at him, felt that the two faces were different, although his hair They all hang in the same place, and the scars and dust on their faces are attached to the exact same skin, but something has changed.

"Two years ago, after Nelson left Nurmengard and returned to Hogwarts, I discovered a well-guarded chamber during a routine inspection of the Krakow Central, and out of curiosity I destroyed its The door was locked, and several letters between Nelson and his friend Miss Lorien Cornalo were found. Apart from that, the back room was empty. Most of the letters were burned, except for some The numbers and records that I couldn't understand were mostly about the contents of a pot of flowers and plants. At first I thought they were trying to study some kind of magic that uses plants as a medium, but then, with some intelligence evidence, I realized his gaze It's already been thrown into even crazier, more taboo territory."

"time."

Dumbledore's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized where this sense of incongruity came from.

"That's right, it's time," Grindelwald nodded. "To tell you the truth, I was in awe of his subject, and even I didn't have the guts to touch it, but Nelson did it, and Achieved, I always wanted to interfere with his research to prevent something more terrible from happening. After all, you know, I have a grudge with him. If his heart goes back to when I was three years old, give me a knife... ka ."

Grindelwald wiped his neck and continued: "So I had to take his friend's life as a threat and snatched this pocket watch, this magic tool he called a 'time converter'."

"Can it really reverse time?"

Dumbledore knew that Nelson would never give up hope, but even if he knew that Nelson was using his time to make some tricks, it was hard for him to imagine that Nelson was fighting alongside him in the distant past. He looked at the expanding crack on Haierbo's neck, The neat and straight scar was completely different from any kind of wound that magic could inflict.

He recalled the moment when the battle just started, but when Haierbo appeared in front of everyone, he was already like this, but he felt a terrifying incongruity.

"But I clearly remember—"

"Albus, time belongs to the world, and history also belongs to each of us. All the changes he made are not only engraved on Haierbo's body, but also affect us," Grindelwald stretched out and tied the time converter "I was watching him at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament, of course, not Sigmund."

"Didn't you promise to stay under my nose?" A trace of anger appeared on Dumbledore's face: "You—"

"Don't be angry, Albus, the dark wizard's promise is a joke, not only did I not do anything, I even helped you repair three gaps in the wall," Grindelwald waved his hand, "he repeated himself boring A boring life, go to the secret room under your castle to practice magic every day, I sometimes even think, if his imaginary enemy is me, then it doesn't need to be so hard, you know, I'm not very good at fighting, until one day, I found a different whereabouts, he went to the Forbidden Forest, looking for centaurs."

"Horse man."

"That's right, Nelson has never been keen to deal with magical animals. He has a very strong purpose in doing things, which is also a common problem of prophets, so I began to wonder what he was looking for with horses," Grindelwald said in a deep voice, " I caught a centaurus and searched his memory and found that Nelson had traded him an extraordinary telescope for the astrology used in centaurs prophecy, and I had to connect these things together, the prophet's actions It's evasive, you can't judge by simple cause and effect, I paid a small price in exchange for Twelve Tree's promise to intercept his letter with Lorianne Conallo for me, although they soon noticed and replaced it. A more cryptic way of communicating, but I still managed to find clues in his latest communication with Miss Conallo after he acquired astrological magic - he used the trajectories of the stars and the means of prophecy to deduce the anchor point of the past and This creates time-reversing magic at the core! And I botched the way he used it after I got the Time-Turner."

"So you can also reverse time?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "No, you can't."

"Certainly not," Grindelwald said, "and in that joyous letter he had an interesting description - 'I ran faster than light and got to where the story started before it got in sight. ', Of course I can't run so fast, this is not something that can be done by Apparition, he has a tunnel independent of our time, I believe you can guess it, yes, it is a blurred vision."

Grindelwald analyzed the principle of Nelson's time travel in a few words, and Dumbledore was also fascinated. The two outstanding wizards understood the reasoning without much effort. The simpler the principle, the better they could Understand the difficulties and harsh conditions.

"I will prophesy, so I can use its magic a little bit," Grindelwald again showed Dumbledore the time-turner in his hand, "so I can speed up our passage of time like he did, imitating pause The effect of the surrounding time, I can naturally engrave the time that once belonged to me on my body, lest my past be changed unknowingly... If you believe me, hold my hand."

An exquisite small bottle flew out of Dumbledore's arms, it was the blood curse that Newt stole from Grindelwald but he was still reluctant to break, it flew between the two approaching hands, in the palm of his hand. The moment they held it, the vial was crushed by the forces on both sides. They did not violate the contract of "can't hurt each other". The blood of youth boiled again between the palms of the two middle-aged people.

It rotated according to the direction of time, and penetrated into the palms of the two of them along the wound pierced by the glass slag. The steam belonging to memory and consciousness communicated rapidly through it as a medium. Dumbledore's eyes became dazed, but in the next second But suddenly condensed.

He didn't have pupils of different colors like Grindelwald's, but the world in his eyes differentiated into roughly the same but completely different scenery. A sketch sketched on an unfinished painting.

Dumbledore could even imagine how Nelson took the sword that was too unorthodox for a wizard to bully him, and pierced Haier's throat in the haze of curse and black magic.

Every section of a tiny blood vessel is the information Nelson tried his best to leave to the future.

…

"I originally planned to send the guards in the castle to help Professor Dumbledore," Mag's expression changed greatly after listening to Professor Binns' remarks, "but now it seems that these stone piers are far less important than this matter, he It's too...too...too..."

The widened eyes became bigger under the magnification of the glasses, Mag gasped for breath, and for a long time did not think of how to describe what Nelson did.

"too crazy."

Professor Binns described what he thought was appropriate for her, "As expected of the recipient of the Order of the Garter, Minerva, I'm a dead man, I don't know how to survive, but I know death better, I think , the efforts I have made, I am afraid I can finally wait for its end."

"What are you going to do?"

"Minerva, are you willing to go to death with me?"

"To...death?"

"Sorry, my wording is somewhat ambiguous," Professor Binns shook his head, "A thousand years ago, we couldn't even defeat Hyerbo's servants and pets, the Dementors. The Knights and I thought about everything. In the end, I pinned my hopes on death, and as you can see, I became a ghost, and of course, I also gained some results."

"professor…"

"Hierbo is a demon who crawled out of death. The place of his return should hide the key to defeat him. It's called Mirage, a wonderful place that has been isolated from the world for a thousand years. As far as I know, Nelson is in He left his most powerful power there, and may be able to help Albus and the others... I'm an undead, I can go back and forth freely, but I need a living person who can touch them," Professor Binns sent an invitation to McGonagall "Each of us has played our own role in history, since you met me here, then I think it is time for you to leave your name in the history books, and you are willing to accompany me to visit death and continue my journey. Is it an unfinished mission a thousand years ago? I am a soul left behind by the times, and my mission needs to be handed over to the hands of the living.”

"Of course I can, Professor Binns, I'm just worried that I'm not...not good enough for the job..."

After chewing on Professor Binns' invitation, McGonagall was a little stunned. She understood Nelson's respect for Professor Binns, but she didn't know that this was a tragic story at the cost of life and eternal loneliness, just for one attempt, even if the ghost was calm Just a few words were enough to make her cry. This old, confused and unpopular ghost professor may be the bravest person since the castle was built. She couldn't help but stutter, and then thought of another important thing: "And, if I go, who's going to give this book to Professor Dumbledore? I'm the only one left in the castle—"

"Boom!"

"Crash-"

Hearing the sound, McGonagall and Professor Binns turned their heads in unison. UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked at the short figure who was sitting on the chandelier, removing the crystal above and smashing the window.

"Lord Peeves can't do it, Lord Peeves can only play pranks, and Lord Peeves doesn't worry about the lives of you stupid professors," Peeves felt his gaze, waved his hands repeatedly, and fell from the chandelier without support , smashed into the table, and even if it fell into the table, his urgency of refusal could not stop coming, "And Lord Peeves can't leave the castle, Lord Peeves will die if you go out, don't you? You know, Mister Nelson... no, that son of a **** Nelson often takes Lord Peeves out to play, waits until Lord Peeves is weak and then throws Lord Peeves back, he's a devil!"

Peeves gradually quieted down, McGonagall and Professor Binns did not speak, and only the heartbeat of a living person remained in the library.

"Dong dong... dong dong... dong dong..."

"You've been listening to us, Peeves," Professor Binns said calmly, looking at the empty library, "you're the castle, and you should know what Haierbo's victory means for the children in the castle, you don't want to Be a lonely shadow in a lonely castle, you make a move just to get our attention, Peeves, there is no one more qualified to be a hero at Hogwarts than you."

"Damn, Lord Peeves is just bored and throwing rocks! Lord Peeves... well, I'll go," Peeves stopped calling himself "Lord Peeves", and drooped his head to drill from the table in front of the two of them. came out, "Of course, I think you can still find someone alive... well, don't look at me like that, I'll go, if I die, I'll become a ghost and haunt you all my life!"