My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What?"

Nelson showed a confused look. This was his first time entering other people's memories, and he had no experience.

"The mechanism of the Pensieve is not like Legilimency." Dumbledore jumped down from the street lamp, glanced at the embarrassed Grindelwald with a complicated expression, retracted his gaze, and said softly, "When we travel in other people's memories , can only follow in the footsteps of the person who witnessed it, experience everything he experienced, and see the scenery he saw in his memory... Have you noticed that when Newt moved forward, the scenery behind him collapsed."

"Didn't he see the battle?" Nelson asked. "Although he was far away, but—"

"If this memory of yours was given to you by Newt Scamander," Dumbledore said after pondering for a moment, "then I have seen it, and I still watched it with him... At that time I Just stand by that window over there."

Dumbledore pointed to an inconspicuous hut in the distance, but it was very conspicuous at the moment, because it was in the shock wave of Mergan's magic, and it was the only stable building in the circular ruins under his feet.

"You mean this memory has been modified?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Then Green—"

"No," Dumbledore shook his head, glanced at Grindelwald who was frozen in place from the corner of his eye, and said, "He would not do such a thing. For your situation, I am more inclined to What's special about you."

"What's special about me?" Nelson thought for a moment, then shook his head. "For magic related to memory, I can only forget the spell."

"Have you noticed that your parents' fighting style is very similar to yours, and the version I saw was just that they used a thunderbolt to injure him together, and he was... not so badly injured. Based on my From experience," said Dumbledore, narrowing his eyes, "I think it's because—"

"Don't waste your brains, Albus." Another voice squeezed in. "You can't figure it out."

Nelson looked back, and Grindelwald, who was still still, moved. He winked at Nelson and cleaned up his clothes.

Grindelwald appeared in front of Nelson, blocked between him and Dumbledore, looked at Dumbledore on the streetlight with a smile on his face, and said, "What do you want to do to my students?"

"Your student?" Dumbledore's voice was a little trembling. He trembled and looked a little weak, but he recovered in the next second, looked back tit-for-tat, and sarcastically said, "Gellert, you can't teach Such a student."

"Really?" Grindelwald shrugged and said indifferently, "You can continue to think so."

"Mr. Grindelwald, how did you get here?" Nelson's confused voice sounded, and he still didn't understand the reason for this.

"I found something in the Misty Realm," Grindelwald turned around, winked at Nelson again, and said, "Your tactics are very effective. Your parents didn't beat me so badly back then."

"Illusion?" Nelson nodded thoughtfully. This strange space is filled with mist, and the essence of this mist is the memory left by the departed. What can be learned from these massive memories? The new magic is not so far-fetched, with the entrance of the illusion, even if Grindelwald has developed some dream killing technology, Nelson will not be surprised.

"That's right, the illusion," Grindelwald looked very happy, he said, "I found that memory may be more than just memory, just now, I felt myself in the illusion of Nurmengard, It turns out that there is an independent world here, but you can do more than I imagined. Even if you enter other people's memories, your unique fog of loss can erode it into what you want. The story you want...when you read it, it's not someone's memory anymore."

"Erosion..." Nelson nodded. In the past few years, he has learned all kinds of magic with a group of powerful wizards, but he has not developed his own natural things, although Grindelwald got into Newt's memory. It sounds strange, but it certainly opened up new ideas for Nelson.

Dumbledore stood under the streetlight, silent. When he saw Grindelwald and Nelson talking more and more deeply, he finally couldn't help but burst out. He took a step forward, narrowed his eyes and stared at Grindelwald. Said in one word:

"How dare you appear by his side, in front of this child's parents, Gellert, how dare you?"

"Child? You treat Nelson as a child?" Grindelwald asked back, "Oh, yes, you even prevent him from doing the last thing for the person he loves the most, and you even help him make this kind of decision , that's why you pushed this 'child' to the side of the most dangerous, evil, and craziest dark wizard in the world?"

Dumbledore turned pale, glanced at Nelson cautiously, and quickly looked back. Every word of Grindelwald pierced into his heart like a barbed knife. He retorted, "How dare you ?”

"Why wouldn't I? What are you talking about? Albus, there seems to be something wrong with your mind," Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "What are you referring to? Did I kill Nelson's parents? I never I have avoided this kind of thing, and I even encouraged Nelson to take revenge on me, why, because I have a clear conscience, I am willing to pay for what I have done, but do you dare? Do you dare to let me say why only the two of them came over Sending you to death? You know, that fatal curse is indeed from me, but am I really the real murderer?"

"You never shy away from such things? Then why did Nelson only dare to look at Newt's memory after he came back."

"You are so interesting, Albus, have you been under the Imperius Curse? Is it your boss Dippet who is manipulating your body now?" Grindelwald sneered, with no mercy in his mouth, "Because he Never asked me, what am I going to do? Did he pop up one morning while he was eating donuts, and tell him the details of his parents' death in battle? As for why he had to go back to school to watch Newt's memory , don't you know yourself?"

Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"Albus, are you so proud to own an antique? Who doesn't know that there is only one Pensieve in the world, and it's in Albus Dumbledore's office. Why, you're going to let Nelson drink the memory down ?"

Grindelwald is a double blessing today. While doing research in the Misty Realm, he made some unexpected discoveries, and when he broke into this place, he met Dumbledore. At this moment, he is refreshed and in high spirits. bowl.

"Nelson, I still say the same thing, I will not hurt you, and I welcome you to come to me for revenge, but I think there are some things you need to be clear about," Grindelwald turned around, grabbed Nelson's shoulders with both hands, and said in a deep voice Said, "Your parents have little fighting experience, and they were indeed defeated by me, but have you ever thought about it? Why are there only two of them dealing with me, why there is no reinforcement after such a long battle, they were betrayed! You It may not be expected that the person who betrayed them is as close as you-"

"Shut up! Grindelwald!" Dumbledore snapped. "Enough! Is this interesting? Are you going to keep opening his wounds?"

After all, Dumbledore disappeared in place, and a crack like a shattered mirror soon appeared on the boundary of the memory world, while Grindelwald greeted Nelson with a smile and left.

Nelson is the only one left here, and the crack spreads from the outside to the inside, and gradually climbs to his side. There is no Grindelwald or Dumbledore here. Nelson took the last time to glance at the two people holding hands on the broom, A wave of complicated emotions surged into my heart. The focus of Elizabeth's eyes only followed Mergan's side face, but Nelson felt that she was looking at him.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. The abnormal feeling of being connected by blood became stronger, making Nelson a little dazed. He obviously didn't know the two people in front of him. This should be their first meeting, but...

Mergan suddenly met his gaze, blinked, and made a grimacing face very much like Jonas.

Nelson was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, but the two people on the broom returned to their original state. Everything just seemed to be an illusion. At this moment, the crack on the edge of the world spread to his feet. Nelson's eyes went dark, and he fell weightlessly Feeling came to him.

...

"Professor, is he telling the truth?"

Nelson opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa in Dumbledore's office with a thin blanket covering his body. The fire in the fireplace was burning, warming his right side of the body.

Dumbledore stood between Nelson and the fireplace, with his back to Nelson, tightly holding the wand in his hand, his joints were white, no emotion could be seen from his back, the fire in the fireplace was reflected on his face , making his back even darker, after a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"no."

"Then why didn't you let him go on? Professor." Nelson sat up straight and asked.

"Because he is best at using this kind of words to confuse young wizards like you." Dumbledore sighed, and said, "You are still young, you may not understand, some of what he said are indeed the truth, but for anything, change it." Permutations and combinations, or pick and choose, can represent completely different situations.”

"So can you tell me what happened?" Nelson asked. "If you think he's going to lie, tell me the truth."

"Well...sorry, I've always treated you like a child," Dumbledore said, turning his back to Nelson, "I'm not even as good at this as Grindelwald."

"Thank you, murderer, who else but Grindelwald?"

"Your mother, Elizabeth, is a very good witch," Dumbledore answered irrelevantly, and began to tell Elizabeth's story. Nelson didn't interrupt him, sat on the sofa and listened quietly, "She is a witch. Sparton's best student, when I first came to teach at Hogwarts, she followed Beauxbaton's team to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"But at that time, she had just entered school and was not selected by the Goblet of Fire. I didn't realize how outstanding that little girl would become in the end." Dumbledore turned around, looked into Nelson's eyes, and said, " I was then invited to sit for the French Wizarding Rank Examinations, and I've never seen a girl with such a bad temper... Sorry, I mean, she was a bit grumpy, but it was amazing, and in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she destroyed All the facilities in that area—people who know her say that her magic is as violent as her personality, but she is excellent and unsurpassed."

Nelson listened patiently, waiting for what to say.

"Your father, Mergan Wertling, came from an ancient Nordic family," said Dumbledore. "I don't know much about it. You can ask an expert on the history of magic with deep genealogy. When he was young, he Being cynical and not well-known until you got the same grades as your mother in the graduation exam, such a pair of young and outstanding wizards and wizards should be a couple of gods and gods, but their love has not been blessed."

"Because of Muggle-born?" Nelson asked flatly.

"Actually... that's right, yes." Dumbledore paused for a moment, and finally admitted, he said, "Your father's family has always lived in France, but the population was dying, and he was the only one left at that time, and he Grandmother's family, your great-grandmother's family, is still strong in England, so for a long time he was looked after by that family."

"What family?"

"Have you ever heard of Shafik? The builders of the Knight Bus and the Hogwarts Express. They're... a little stuffy. That's why your mother still called herself Williams after she got married."

"I see." Nelson nodded and stood up, "So did the Goshack family betray them?"

"I think... that can't be called betrayal," Dumbledore turned around and said, "The situation of the battle is changing rapidly, and Britain was also under attack at that time. Wizards have time to support Paris."

"I see, thank you." Dumbledore said vaguely, but Nelson had already understood what happened, and he got up to leave, "Thank you for helping me fill out the student registration form."

"That's what I should do," said Dumbledore, watching Nelson walk to the door, "those people back then are dead."

"I see."

"Will you seek revenge from him?" Just as Nelson turned the doorknob, Dumbledore said suddenly, "Actually, you can wait a little longer. These shouldn't be things you need to solve."

"Not now, Professor, I'm still too far away." Nelson shook his head and left without looking back.