My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson stepped aside, looked at Jacob, and signaled that it was time for him to fulfill his promise, "You should undo Mr. Kowalski's petrification spell."

"Don't worry, in a while, his spell will have no effect." Grindelwald picked up his wand, waved it casually, raised his hand to let Nelson sit beside him, stroked his thigh and asked, "I want to ask you something question."

"You say." Nelson sat down beside Grindelwald a little cautiously, and glanced at the Elder Wand in his hand.

"Do you know what happened to this Muggle?" Grindelwald asked himself as if he didn't see Nelson's eyes, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Nelson shook his head. "I only know that because he fell in love with a wizard, his memory was erased by the wizards of the United States Ministry of Magic."

"The situation is probably not too bad," Grindelwald nodded, shrugged again, and said with a contemptuous expression, "but they don't really love each other, it's just a passion in the blood, you know, wizards and How can Muggles really come together? Even if there is so-called love, their lives are completely different from their families and the world they live in, so it is completely impossible to get good results. The gap is much more serious.”

"I don't know, sir, I just think that at least others should be given a chance to love each other," Nelson retorted, "At least if their love ends, it should be due to the rupture of their own feelings, not a group of uninformed people. Man plays with the memory of the weak."

"You are so wrong, Nelson," Grindelwald was amused by Nelson's words, "Hahaha, you are still young and still believe in love, but I have no objection to this, who can stop a hopeful young man from believing in love But that’s not what I’m talking about—you have to know, the weak can only be played with by others, not only playing with memory, but even life, body, and even life. A factory? Those gray houses in the suburbs with big chimneys belching black smoke, filled with Muggles like sardine cans, and one person sews a doll's button to the next, and another person sews it s eyes."

"I know, sir," Nelson nodded, "this is the quality that I think Muggles are not weaker than wizards. They are better at improving efficiency under limited conditions. I noticed that the suburbs of Nurmengard also have some similar qualities. factory."

"Yes, they are not useless, but this is not the topic of our conversation," Grindelwald shook his head and said, "I mean their lives, those factories, those equipment, those materials, including the labor of workers, belong to The owners of the factory, the Muggles who have a surplus, and those Muggles who do nothing, they can only work there mechanically, their wealth, their families, and their health are all held hostage by those cold machines—even Muggles themselves are playing with the weak, let alone us wizards who are better, stronger, and wielding greater power?"

"But Mr. Grindelwald, aren't wizards born from Muggles?"

"How?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows with interest, and asked, "Why do you have such an idea?"

"When I was at Hogwarts, I was sorted into Slytherin House," Nelson said. "It was nice, but there was a bit of a vibe there, and they were so obsessed with pure blood, but I sometimes thought, Where did the first wizard come from? It couldn't have fallen from the sky, it must have been a Muggle-born wizard."

"Well," Grindelwald nodded approvingly, and explained, "This involves the wizarding world studying the origin of magic power for hundreds of thousands of years, and there is no result for so many years, and I think this is a waste of time— —When a thing is too old or unknowable, I suggest you put it down and think about how to do other things. The barrier of blood and the barrier of race are two different things. Have you heard of the theory of evolution? I agree with this point of view, yes, there are many Muggle-born wizards who are very good, I call them Muggle evolutionists, they have become a completely different race from before."

"I..." Nelson was a little speechless. He didn't know how to refute Grindelwald's argument. Even in the 21st century, social Darwinism is still regarded as the standard by many people. He shook his head and smiled wryly, "I just think It shouldn't be like this, wizards don't have the right to play with Muggles at will, you may not have seen it before you came, and the heartbreak when he called 'Queenie' is really hard not to feel sympathy for."

"It's just sympathy, Nelson, look, he's recovering soon," Grindelwald didn't care about Nelson's accusations, following his eyes, Nelson saw Jacob whose face gradually became normal, Grindelwald He continued, "You said if you remind him of everything, what will happen?"

"I don't know," Nelson had said too many "I don't know" tonight, and he shook his head again. "Maybe he will be discovered by the US Department of Magic, and his memory will be erased again."

"It's going to be endless, isn't it?" Grindelwald seized on the key point and encouraged Nelson to continue.

"That's right." Nelson nodded, "But all Muggles don't know about it, as long as an Oblivion Curse can save a lot of things, so wizards are willing to expand the amnestic office every year, and don't want to change the status quo, because this It’s the most comfortable situation they can do.”

"So where is the problem?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically.

"It's the law of secrecy," Nelson didn't know why Grindelwald wanted to talk about this topic that might not be fruitful for hundreds of years, so he could only follow his words and said, "The law of secrecy has only been in place since its birth. To unilaterally protect the rights and interests of wizards, wizards made this law without discussing with Muggles, and it did not consider the thoughts of other owners of this planet, this law is not as sound as the history books say."

"Very well, Nelson, I am astounded by your ability to think independently," Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction, looked out of the window with his chin propped up, and played with the wand in his hand, spinning it quickly, "Although our thoughts still have some differences , I have been studying like Muggles, I think their pursuit of efficiency is great, but the law of secrecy hinders us from unifying the population of this world, and wastes a lot of precious resources in meaningless internal friction - war , politics and even business, people in power grab wealth for themselves, and even lead to stagnation of development, I see these things and feel pain in my heart.”

"Forgive me for not agreeing," Nelson shook his head, he was ready to be beaten, and said with a stiff neck, "People still need the right to choose themselves."

"They can choose to climb up and become better people, can't they?" Surprisingly, Grindelwald was full of patience with Nelson, and he said with a smile, "But it's good that we have reached a certain level of understanding. Consensus, for example, we think that the existence of the secrecy law is unreasonable, don't we? This is what I admire most about you. Compared with those guys who have lived in the wizarding world since childhood, your ideas are too rigid."

Nelson pursed his lips, staring at Grindelwald's fast-spinning wand, without speaking.

"You seem to know what this is?" Grindelwald suddenly turned his head, met Nelson's gaze, and asked, raising his wand.

"Wands made of this material are indeed relatively rare." Nelson nodded.

"It is said that the wand made of elderberry has great power," Grindelwald said intoxicatedly, holding the wand up to his eyes, "it is said that there is a wand of elderberry that belongs to a member of the Deathly Hallows, and possessing it can even defeat die."

"But I don't believe it," Grindelwald changed the subject, threw the wand on the table without even looking at it, and said, "Although the increase in the wand or other magic props is not small, the power of the wizard is still due to to itself."

"Yes." Nelson nodded, indicating that he was educated.

"But sometimes, this kind of magical gadget can play an unexpected role, and even change the direction of something," Grindelwald shook his wand, put it back in his pocket, lowered his head slightly, and raised his eyes Staring at Nelson, his right pupil gradually turned white and then darkened, and only he could understand the thoughts in his eyes. Then he straightened his collar, maintained an elegant sitting posture, and looked at Jacob who had just resumed his actions. Bu, said enthusiastically, "Are you the owner of this shop? The biscuits are really good."

Jacob closed his stiff jaw, blinked his dry eyes, and asked Nelson in a trance, "Where's Newt? I just saw him running out in a hurry."

"Oh, he saw a friend he hadn't seen for a long time," Nelson explained, "I was a little anxious, so I didn't have time to tell you."

"It doesn't matter," Jacob said with a grin. "Anyway, it's not like he doesn't give money. Anyone would be anxious about such a thing."

"That's right." Grindelwald, who was ignored, seemed a little embarrassed, smiled with his mouth open, and interjected.

"Oh! I don't have eyesight to see." Jacob, who just noticed Grindelwald, slapped his head, his body trembling, rubbing his hands and laughing, "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

"Pack some of these biscuits for me, bake some new ones, and I'll pick them up in the afternoon," Grindelwald picked up a biscuit on the plate, "I want lemon flavor."

"Okay." Jacob nodded, and hurriedly ran to the back kitchen.

"Look at it, the contents inside can't be released casually, I still have some things to do, I'm leaving first." Grindelwald stood up, stretched out his hand, grabbed Newt's box that appeared out of nowhere, and placed it in front of Nelson , and teased in his ear, "It must be very interesting if this Muggle can recover his memory."

"Uh...it seems a little bad, goodbye" Nelson shook his head, looked at the back of Grindelwald waving away, he saw a blond woman in a red coat appeared outside the window, looking in on tiptoe, Seeing Grindelwald walking out of the store, she saluted and left behind him.

Before leaving, the woman reluctantly turned her head to look in the direction of the baking room behind the counter, but the open door was just a black hole, and there was no one she wanted to see.

Nelson was sitting by the window waiting for Newt bored, when he vaguely heard a sound of breaking a plate from the back kitchen.

"Hiss—I lost it." Newt suddenly appeared at the door, pushed the door open, and walked in dejectedly. When he saw the box in front of Nelson, he jumped up nervously, opened the buckle and stuffed his head in. After a while, he poked his head out and shouted into the store, "Jacob, the bread is very good, let's go first."

There was a muffled sound in the baking room.

"Let's go," Newt raised his arm and looked at the time, and said, "After a short delay, our next schedule will be a little tight."

After all, he grabbed Nelson's arm and was about to drag him out, without realizing what had just happened in the shop.

"Newt, do you think the Statute of Secrecy really protects Muggles as it claims?" Nelson asked abruptly, sitting still, looking in the direction of the baking room.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Newt scratched his head, "I haven't taken much history of magic class, but I know that if there is no secrecy law, Muggles will definitely live in a world that is a hundred times more dangerous than it is now. There are magical creatures and dark wizards stalking them all the time, trying to do them harm."

"So it actually protects the Muggles anyway, doesn't it?"

"I don't understand it either, but I think, yes." Newt nodded, and pulled Nelson's arm again, "You should talk to me more about magical animals, such as your crooked demon, when it comes to I won't be sleepy with Fantastic Beasts."

"That one's not mine." Nelson followed suit this time. With Newt's strength, he stood up and walked outside the store together. The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. The smog shrouded the sky, and it looked like a huge Voldebat was entrenched in the sky, "It even wanted to attack me."

"If you catch it, it's yours," Newt shook his head. "A magical animal like this that is extremely dangerous to wizards is not suitable for keeping pets."

"Okay," Nelson looked down at the road, and walked side by side with Newt on the gradually bustling street, "I'll give you the Winged Demon after I've detoxified."

"Keep it to yourself," Newt declined this proposal, which was very tempting to him, and he said with a bitter face, "I had one when I came to New York, and I thought it was the best in the world. The last crouching demon almost caused a catastrophe... If I hadn't found the box quickly, there might be a legend about a brain-eating murderer circulating on the streets of New York, and you might only see it in Azkaban I."