My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson..."

"Professor, it's a long way, you can't go alone."

Nelson turned his gaze to the direction of the pedestrians. The sidewalk was crowded with people, just like the bazaar in his memory, but what they looked at was a billowing wall of fog on the edge of the city.

"Gnar, I think you should go back."

Dumbledore was still trying to convince Nelson, but it took him only one sentence before he realized sadly that he had never persuaded the boy in front of him.

"Professor, in my impression, you have always been a decisive person."

Nelson did not resist Dumbledore's address, but raised his wand and looked into the distance.

As soon as the words fell, a scorching air wave erupted behind the two of them. The rhythmic percussion of the piston was like a vigorous drum. A red light spot lit up behind them. Dumbledore only felt his heart beating , Feeling the rare temperature in this misty illusion, he turned his head, and what caught his eyes was a fiery red sun. The sun's gaze passed over his body. Dumbledore's eyes were temporarily blinded by looking directly at the strong light, and he was in a trance. In the middle of the night, he saw the silhouette of a giant outlined in the mist in the clouds, and then, a thick and dazzling beam of light shot out from the sun and shot towards Dumbledore's back.

"boom!"

Dumbledore turned back again, and a huge circular hole was blown out of the insurmountable fog wall in front of him. On the way of many pedestrians, there were countless walls and even mountains made of lost fog, but at this moment, despite The road is long, but the road ahead is smooth.

On the other side that is hard to see, a "gate" made of three huge black stone pillars stands at the end of the pure white plain, and the transparent and light gauze like fog hangs from the top of the "gate", in the passive breeze Gently flick.

Nelson stared at the curtain with his dark eyes. Through thousands of mountains and rivers, he seemed to see someone standing behind the "door" waving and smiling at him. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he could no longer see that far.

But Nelson's actions became obviously urgent. He raised the Elder Wand, and misty mist of lostness poured out from the tip of the wand, mixed with the mist in the environment, and surrounded the surroundings.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Nelson, showing a relieved smile. At the hole where the fog wall was blown out, under the command of the Elder Wand, the lost fog floating in the air was shaped by invisible hands—the sleepers , rails, nuts...

Soon, a straight railway appeared in front of the two of them, leading directly to the end of death, which was a real "death railway".

The railway was not only extending forward quickly, but also slowly approaching the two of them. It finally passed between Dumbledore and Nelson and disappeared into the crowds on the street.

"I like this train. The first time I came to Hogwarts, I also came by train."

Dumbledore smiled, stepped across the railroad track, and stood beside Nelson. The two faced the railroad, and a platform rose up behind them. The long and distant sound of sirens came from the end of the street, and he showed excitement. His eyes indicated that the pedestrians on the street were walking on both sides of the railway separately. Soon, a steam locomotive that was polished and decorated with bright red steel plates was slowly driving towards the platform. Steam, a red indicator light that is bright enough to pierce all darkness hangs on the front of the car. The steam locomotive slowly entered the platform and gradually slowed down. The first car stopped in front of them. Nelson stretched out his hand towards the open door.

"Please first," Nelson blinked, "I came to Hogwarts for the first time, and I also took this kind of train."

Dumbledore stepped into the carriage, and the furnishings inside were exactly the same as the Hogwarts Express. After Nelson got on the carriage, he opened a small door of a compartment and sat in.

"There won't be a food truck, will there?" Dumbledore joked. "If there is, I'd like to buy some Bibi Dolce."

"Of course, but we have to wait first."

Nelson held something that looked like a lever beside the door. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. The lever turned out to be in the shape of a sword hilt. The train trembled slightly, and soon it started to "woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-hoo-" up.

Nelson took out a bag of Bibi's Beans from his pocket, tore open the package, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Well, you also work part-time as a salesperson."

Dumbledore reached out and picked a yellow one and threw it into his mouth. After the sugar coating melted, his expression gradually became distorted, and then became ferocious.

Seeing this, Nelson smiled and picked one, but his expression soon became as uncomfortable as if he couldn't write homework.

Perhaps because he got used to the taste of multi-flavored beans, Dumbledore's expression quickly relaxed, and even the anxiety and melancholy at the beginning were gone, replaced by strong confidence and firmness, as if he would say something in the next second A epigram about death or risk, he enjoyed the candy in his mouth and stared at Nelson with interest.

"What flavor did you eat?"

"Lemon, Professor." Nelson said with his mouth closed, afraid that when he opened his mouth, the saliva secreted madly by the sour taste would flow down like a bank. "Professor, what about you?"

"lemon peel."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the cheerful laughter of the only two passengers on this special Hogwarts Express echoed.

But the laughter only lasted for a while before it fell silent. Dumbledore leaned against the window, his cheek pressed tightly against the cold glass, and looked out of the window sideways. The train passed a white plain, although it lost its color , but it still overlapped perfectly with his childhood memories. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, his train was already driving in a long and narrow valley, with the traffic and the houses. Completely looks like a paradise.

"Godric's Hollow..."

Dumbledore murmured, he turned his head sideways, looked at Nelson who was already dozing on the table opposite, picked up the strange-smelling bean wrapping paper on the table and threw it at Nelson, a thin blanket slowly fell from mid-air, covering the on Nelson.

The train passed the riveting points of the railroad tracks, making the sound of "besides" faster and faster. Dumbledore chewed the Bibi Dolce Bean that had lost its original flavor, as if it was some kind of treasure in the world, and the sour taste of lemon peel The sweetness has been greedily sucked away by the teeth, leaving only bitterness in the mouth.

After a while, when the train had accelerated to the point where the scenery beside the road could not be seen clearly, Dumbledore sighed softly and said, "You..."

"Professor, what's the matter?"

Nelson woke up from his doze, straightened his back, and the thin blanket behind his back slid onto the seat.

He blinked, and the blackness in his pupils disappeared. Feeling the foreign object behind him, Nelson turned around, picked up a candy wrapper from the chair, and spread it on the table, "Thank you."

"There's only so much I can do for you." Dumbledore swallowed the candy in his mouth and asked softly, "Is it the same here and there? I mean, I can find the same things here and there." something?"

"Yes, and no, professor, only the terrain that has been artificially changed by outsiders will show the same appearance." Nelson yawned, took out two bottles of water, and nodded, "I tested it with Tom. In the city, every wizard who breaks into the twilight illusion sees the same scene, but outside the city, what we see will be somewhat different, such as now..."

He looked out of the window, nunuzui towards the scenery along the way, "Look, this city, uh, looks like Prague, anyway, I look like Prague, so what did you see?"

"Me?" Dumbledore pointed to himself, shook his head with a smile, "I saw outside a large factory that only relies on magic to continuously produce woolen socks. Look, its chimney is steaming. Mile!"

"Really? This is really an idea that a business genius came up with," Nelson pushed one of the bottles of water to Dumbledore, unscrewed the other bottle, dried half of the bottle in one go, wiped his mouth, and smiled He said, "But Professor, this is not the Mirror of Erised."

"Really?" Dumbledore did not answer Nelson's question directly, "I have always dreamed of having endless socks, so that I can wear one pair and throw the other away, and never have to wash them again."

"My aunt also sends me a bunch of new socks every year. I've been stuffing them in my suitcase, and I've saved more than forty pairs." Nelson shrugged, "Your dreams may be troubles to others, Auntie." It always seems to feel that I can't wash socks."

"In the eyes of the elders, everyone is a child who will never grow up." Dumbledore expressed understanding, "Speaking of which, have you ever visited her? I mean... after that incident."

"I've been there," Nelson said, much more open-minded than Dumbledore imagined, and tapped the wall of the bottle in his hand with his index finger, "but I didn't dare to go to her face to face, I was afraid I would bring her something A catastrophe, even though such a catastrophe appears to have occurred."

"You mean the kidnapping on vacation?"

Seeing that Nelson was holding the bottle effortlessly, Dumbledore thought it was a cold drink, so he stretched out his hand to the bottle in front of him, but his hand was immediately retracted by the scalding glass wall, and he looked Looking at Nelson's red palm, he closed his mouth.

"Yes, Professor." Nelson let go of the bottle, put his hand back, and said, "But they can only watch. No one can hurt Auntie. To put it bluntly, even Grindelwald, Even if you go by yourself, you may not be able to meet her in the first place."

"Then I'm relieved." Dumbledore secretly cooled the bottle, and said apologetically, "The school should protect the students' families more."

"Professor, there are only a dozen professors at Hogwarts."

"Yes, there are always things that can't be done." Dumbledore thought deeply, and then said suddenly, "What I saw just now was not a woolen socks factory, but the Cathedral of Notre Dame des Fiores."

"Where is that?"

"In Florence, a Renaissance cathedral, when I was young I used to go there... I used to go there with Grindelwald to find traces of the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore struggled in the memory, "We heard a According to legend, the three-colored bricks on its walls represent the three holy vessels."

"Did you find it?"

"Of course, I didn't find it," Dumbledore was amused by Nelson's question, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly relaxed a lot. He looked at Nelson's silver coat and said jokingly, "If I find it, Now I should be driving the train to take you here, but we have also made a major discovery, which was confirmed by me today."

"What?"

"The owner of the Deathly Hallows probably never visited Florence."

"..." "?" "..."

Just when Nelson was thinking about how to answer this sentence, the train suddenly slowed down, and the carriage suddenly darkened.

"What happened?"

Nelson looked out the window. At this moment, the train had just rushed out of the rolling mountains and entered the thick fog. In front of the direction of travel, a thick black stone pillar that could not be seen to the top stood at the end of an open plain, looming .

Its surface is not smooth, and it is even covered with marks of time, but it is too thick and too big, like the sky and ground supporting the illusion of confusion. This huge size makes it look even bigger than the most Smooth things are smoother.

There is no light source in the Mirage, or there are light sources everywhere, but the train is included in its shadow by the stone pillar. Perhaps this is simply because everything that enters the range of this giant needs to feel its shadow.

"Professor, are you afraid of the wind?"

"Not afraid, what's wrong?"

In the next second, the roof of the car that was thrown back told Dumbledore what Nelson wanted to do.

His eyes were instantly closed by the oncoming gust of wind. In the darkness, he heard Nelson pull the hilt of his sword, and the train roared. When he opened his eyes again, the clouds in front of him were blown away by the train. After the clouds cleared, he saw the most shocking scene in his life.

Dumbledore once saw something similar on a plain in Wiltshire. It was the Stonehenge built by people to observe astronomy thousands of years ago, but they were only six meters high. The difference between ants and giants - two black stone pillars stand in the sky, facing each other from a distance, a beam of the same material is randomly placed on top of it, and a curtain like smoke is placed on the beam, behind the door seems to be a deep place. The bottomless abyss could not be seen on the other side. A naturally formed bridge emerged from the cliff and led to the end of the abyss. Dumbledore only felt instinctive fear welling up in his heart, almost swallowing him. He widened his eyes, He lowered his voice and said, "Did you see it?"

"Of course I did, Professor."

Nelson cast his eyes on the black chain parallel to the train, and it pointed in the direction of that "door"!

"So, you see the same thing as me, right?"

Nelson savored Dumbledore's somewhat inexplicable words, and gradually, a serious look came into his eyes. Like Dumbledore, he drew out his wand and stood at the front of the car.

There were still as many pedestrians around as in the city, with expressionless faces, they walked unswervingly towards the arch in front of them.

The carriage behind it disintegrated while speeding, and the parts flew towards the front of the car in a row. Gradually, the carriage where the two were in was raised rapidly. Arms slowly formed around the furnace that hovered beneath their feet.

"Boom!"

This is the sound of the earth cracking, and it is the first step of a giant gushing with steam towards the unknown.