My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

After washing, Nelson prepared to lie in bed and sleep. Every time he came to Newmontgard, he always felt exhausted. After Andre introduced it, he realized that it was a way of using the spirit of the residents to imprison Haierbo. Magic.

　　 He just closed his eyes, before he could pull the quilt, the tide of sleepiness swept over him.

Falling asleep this time is very different from the past. Some things will not have an impact on reality when you don’t understand them, but when you understand, although the development of things is no different from the inherent path, everything becomes different. It's the same.

　　The white smoke escaped from the Gunter family ring that Nelson kept close to him. They or it were tied into a rope, and then formed into a large net, entwining him like a cocoon.

"You came?"

"I'm coming?"

Nelson raised his head, his whole body was covered by white mist, standing naked on a white flat ground with no visible edge—in fact, he didn’t know if he had his feet on the ground, in this pure white space. The concepts of boundary and time have become blurred. Looking at Grindelwald with his back facing him, Nelson felt a little embarrassed. When his heart moved, a comfortable and fitting pure white wizard robe appeared on his body.

　　 "Do you like white?" Grindelwald turned around, staring at Nelson with a negative hand, and said appreciatively, "I guess it's right, you really came."

　　 "Where is this?" Nelson replied unexpectedly.

"Here is the illusion. All the wandering souls are heading to the transfer station before the final destination." Grindelwald turned around, waved his sleeves, and separated the thick fog that looked like a wall in front of him. The pure white wall was filled with a trace of liquid. White, they swelled out in large chunks, but they could not break free from the shackles, maintaining the most basic "wall" shape. It is too tall and you can't see the head from up or down, so that the crack is like a crack. The scars that split the world are as spectacular and conspicuous. Grindelwald didn’t care too much about his deeds like Moses dividing the sea. He stepped towards the crack and urged, “Come on, I’m lost here. can not find you."

"Do you keep the despicable Helbo here?" Nelson chased after him, and looked curiously at the surging fog wall, and felt dizzy at a glance. From a closer look, the fog looked like cancerous tissue in the human body. They are multiplying all the time, and the strands floating on the wall are all suffering human figures. They struggle to escape from this indescribable community, but they are firmly bound by another compatriot before they can escape. They were squeezed and broken apart, turned into fragments and swallowed in one mouthful by the mouth full of fangs formed by the fog wall-this kind of scene happened in any corner of this place.

　　 "Oh -" Nelson's spirit was shocked and he couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

"Don't take a closer look. Those things are incomprehensible to a living person." Grindelwald stopped and slapped Nelson on the back, while responding, "No, we have no motive to imprison the despicable Helbo, let alone imprison him. Ability."

"He was just trapped here, and what I did was to continue his tragedy." Grindelwald said meaningfully. They were almost at the end of the crack. Nelson noticed that there was a strong light coming through the crack in front of him. In an eternal space, there shouldn't be such light with both brightness and direction.

　　 "Is it because of the Horcrux?" Nelson felt better, and he asked softly, rubbing his lips with the back of his hand.

"Yes, it stands to reason that no one will stay in this place. These lost fog will erode the souls staying here all the time, and then let them go forward in a muddled manner. The figures you just saw are all in The memory of the souls that have stopped here. They will soon go to the next stop, and only a small number of people will choose to return to the earth-those ghosts you saw, I remember a lot of Hogwarts. "

　　 "Yes, Professor Bins who taught us the history of magic is a ghost." Nelson nodded.

"I remember him..." Grindelwald exclaimed with a look of memories. "Dumbledore always said that those who dare to face death are brave people, but I think some people choose to be'cowards' for the things they stand by. People are more worthy of our respect."

　　 asked again, "What's the next stop?"

"Who knows? I haven't died. It's already a wonderful thing to be here." Grindelwald stepped forward and walked out of the crack. Nelson followed closely and saw an upside-down black tower facing up. Standing quietly on top of his head, heavy and strong, it is the mirror image of the central tower of Newmontgard.

"Look, that's the despicable Helbo." Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and Nelson looked in the direction he was pointing, and he saw half of the haggard person accumulating the white mist under him. It was difficult. The ground reached the drooping spire of the tower.

　　 What a terrible and pitiful person is that! His lower body has completely disappeared, and I don’t know whether he suffered from the gnawing of the fog for thousands of years or only half of his body was left at the beginning. There is no muscle on his body, and his loose rough skin rests on the bones. The surroundings up and down make people feel nauseous.

　　 "Why is he..." Nelson tried not to look at him, but couldn't help turning his head and peeking at him, disgusting himself.

"This is the consequence of making the Horcrux. He has only half of his soul." Grindelwald walked to Helbo's side and kicked the white mist piled under him with a kick. Helbo's broken body fell to the ground. "He lost his body, lost his magic power, lost his life, and even lost his memory every moment. He can no longer think, and even his most proud of the'sordid' has also been discarded. It’s not as good as a ghost that can search for existence in the traces of existence in his lifetime, worse than the humblest wandering spirits, but he is still alive."

　　 "Hiss..." Nelson took a breath. He knew Horcrux better than most people, but he didn't expect that the owner of the Horcrux he faced for the first time was such a humble soul.

　　 "Can't you give him a good time?" Nelson climbed up again after seeing the fall, and began to mechanically pile up the hills of Helbo again, muttering in his heart, and a little unbearable.

"No, and you don't need to show mercy to him at all. He is just a heinous dark wizard. Even in such a half-dead state, his body can still kill my hundreds of partners." Grindelwald He showed a look of disgust, "Besides, if you want to kill the owner of the Horcrux, you must destroy his Horcrux. For more than ten years, I have come here almost every month, but this thing can't be communicated at all. There is no way to tell me where his Horcrux is."

　　 "Well, then he really deserves it." Nelson shook his head, not looking at the struggling Helbo.

"Ethical restraint is a good thing. This will ensure that you will not become the kind of person you hate the most." Grindelwald glanced at Nelson thoughtfully, and said, "But if a person has too many concerns, You will lose the fun of being a human being. Look at this guy under your feet. He is a complete counterexample."

"I'd rather kill him." Grindelwald frowned and kicked Helbo's hand reaching the corner of Nelson's robe, and said with some confusion, "He used to be like a robot. You must have seen him from the prophet. , That's a cold-blooded, soulless walking corpse created by Muggles."

　　 Nelson nodded, seeming to have acquiesced to Grindelwald's ‘accusation’ of his prophet status, and then looked down at Helbo, who was trying to reach the corner of his clothes. When he was about to say something, the sudden change occurred.

"You finally...come." The despicable Helbo raised his head and faced Nelson's eyes looking into him. There were so many wrinkles on his face that he couldn't distinguish his features at all, and he panted heavily. Angrily, while holding his head and twisting his body to crawl towards Nelson, he leaped on his robes, his mouth was "hisshhhhh" snake language, mixed with sentences with weird accents, although Nelson didn't know what language it was. , But still understand-he crawled while begging ~ www.readwn.com ~ give it to me, give me the stone, that is my thing! "

Nelson took a quick step back and reached out to touch his pocket, only to find that the inside was empty. The wand could not be brought into the illusion. He panicked, although he was young and healthy, and Helbo was half an old man who could only crawl on the ground, but He was still in a mess, and Sayazi ran up, circling the open space under the upside-down tower, and the despicable Helbo hurled hard behind him-this is really not to blame for his timidity, Helbo's image is enough for anyone to see The knowledgeable hunk ran away.

"Nelson! Calm down!" Grindelwald didn't react to the despicable Helbo's sudden speech. Now he couldn't catch up with Nelson for a while, so he could only watch him learn his own way and separate the fog. The wall was rushed by the old man to escape into the gap that had just been opened. He cursed secretly and ran after him.

　　 It took a while for Nelson, who was running through the crack, to slow down. He turned his head to see that Haierbo was still crawling behind him. From a distance, a figure in a windbreaker rushed to chase him, and his scarf was thrown high.

　　 Haierbo's blood and some residues flowed from the section of his waist, and fell on the lost fog, like water dripping in a hot pot, and quickly turned into a white mist and disappeared.

　　 Nelson resisted the desire of retching, turned his head and ran wildly. He saw the light shining through the gap in front of him, just as he saw the inverted tower at the beginning, he speeded up and rushed in——

　　 He headed into a semi-trailer that was driving on the highway, and it burst and dissipated.

　　 Nelson couldn't help but stop, forgetting Haierbo who was following him. Everything around him was so familiar-cinemas, streets, and busy traffic. This is a pure white city, an empty modern city in memory.