My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

The sound insulation of the projection hall is very good, and the audience is completely unaware of the weather outside. After the lengthy opening remarks, a dull thunder sounded in the theater. The sides around the edges become thin and penetrating.

This completely different experience from contemporary movies makes most people feel refreshed. They seem to have come to the mining industry full of despair and pain. On the road, waiting for others to judge their own fate.

The screen became pale, and the strong white light made many people sitting in the front row unable to open their eyes. It also illuminated the faces of almost everyone, and the images of all beings in joy and sorrow had already appeared in the hall before the movie started. staged.

People's hearts seemed to be tightly grasped, their breathing was blocked in the trachea, and their whole body's strength seemed to be being sucked away by the soft cushions under their buttocks, and they couldn't even move their necks.

The phonograph didn't leave much room for people to breathe. Just when they finally took a breath, the screen slowly dimmed, and the pure white was replaced by dense raindrops, without any other elements that could convey information.

The sound of heavy footsteps, the sound of raindrops hitting the leather jacket and the sound of rain being splashed by leather boots suddenly came to people in front of people in the fine raindrops.

A pale hand holding a gun opened the door curtain, and also opened the rain curtain, and the rapidly advanced camera position inside a small camp was presented to the audience, and it finally stopped on the chest of the owner of that hand. The military uniform, which was stained with oil and looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time, was loosely worn on the body. The iron medal with a black background on the chest made many viewers gasp when they recognized it.

"Lieutenant Colonel Franz, new shipments have arrived."

The sound came from outside the picture, the camera moved up, and the ghostly face of Lieutenant Colonel Franz filled the whole screen without warning. Compared with when Nelson saw him back then, Lieutenant Colonel Franz He became thinner, which made his already sharp facial features even more mean. The original bushy beard was also knotted together, and the owner gave up on it. It was covered with dirt, whether it was blood stains or food.

"boom!"

There was another thunderstorm, his entire face was pale by the lightning outside the door, his pupils lost their color instantly, but he did not block or evade, as if he had been numb to this kind of external stimulation, his facial features were deeply affected. The lines cast out deep and thick shadows, looking like an evil spirit that can hardly survive in the sun. Lieutenant Colonel Franz sniffled, raised his right hand, nodded towards the camera, and issued a command to be present. Everyone said "Long live" in disgust.

"Long live."

The off-screen response was also quick, which almost became an instinct for every German soldier. A rusty iron box was stuffed into the arms of Lieutenant Colonel Franz. Finally, there was something human, "The cigarettes you want, Franz, do you want to go and see the shipment now? Or go after a while."

Franz couldn't wait to open the iron box, grabbed a damaged cigarette from inside, tore the cigarette paper and poured the shredded tobacco into his mouth, his cheeks were agitated, he chewed the shredded tobacco in his mouth hard, and the saliva flowed down from his mouth uncontrollably , he wiped the corners of his mouth with his dirty sleeve, spat the shredded tobacco and spit on the muddy ground, and said in a rough voice, "Go now, keep resting, resting, resting forever , I feel like I'm going to rust!"

"Really? Franz," the camera moved around Lieutenant Colonel Franz, including him and the back of the visitor. The visitor's quilt was much straighter than Franz's, and his clothes were also straight, but Stained in gunpowder smoke, he seemed to be an officer who just came off the battlefield, "I thought you would have a lot of activities, but I heard from the brothers on the front line that your place is like heaven, there are endless things to do every day Tricks, if only after the war is won, the head of state can keep a few playgrounds like this."

They didn't care about the increasing torrential rain, and their figures loomed like ghosts in the lightning that lit up from time to time.

"Victory in the war? Hmph," Franz snorted unsteadily in the rain, and he took out another cigarette from the tin box, this time without tearing off the cigarette paper, and threw it directly into his mouth, "I would rather It is better to be killed by Allied bullets on the front line than to rot here, and if you stay here for a long time, even you will become a numb ghost like me."

"ghost?"

"Look at me, what's the difference between me and a ghost?"

Franz turned around and glanced at the camera from a distance. There seemed to be a faint phosphorescent fire floating in the deep-set eye sockets. Lightning struck from behind him. The blood oozing from those rotten gums mixed with the tartar, decorated the spittle-stained shredded tobacco in his mouth like lava from hell. If someone said that he cannibalized at this time, there would be no The audience had the slightest suspicion. The ferocious expression and facial features that were completely different from humans made some audience members exclaim in surprise, but soon, they became silent because of fear.

There was no blood flying, no guns roaring, but the fear of war had firmly controlled everyone's emotions like an invisible monster lying behind them.

"Darling, De... Germans are really, really in--"

The young woman put her arms around the arm of the officer's husband, feeling his strong heartbeat, and felt a little more at ease.

"They on the battlefield... are more terrifying than those on the screen," Little Jack put his arms around his wife's shoulders, lowered his head, and leaned into her ear, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, they have already been defeated."

The camera quickly moved back into the sky, and the fancy camera movement made the audience feel dizzy, but this may be the effect the photographer wanted. The backs of Lieutenant Colonel Franz and the visitors became like the side of the road The grass and trees are generally small, and the camera covers the entire building complex in front of them, a boxy barracks wrapped in barbed wire, and countless ragged prisoners of war are like walking corpses, wearing shackles and forming a deathbed. Target, at the side door of the barracks, two soldiers came out carrying what looked like broken sacks, and dropped the heavy loads on their shoulders. The audience took a closer look, and they were actually two inhuman figures.

Several trucks covered with tarpaulins were parked at the main entrance of the barracks. Lieutenant Colonel Franz and his companions were approaching in that direction. Several soldiers who had walked out of the camp approached the trucks, and one of them got off the truck. The remaining officers approached the truck smilingly with their guns on their backs, took off the rifles on their shoulders, and stabbed the bayonet gleaming in the night rain at the tarpaulin as if playing a game of whack-a-mole.

The sound over there was completely covered by the noisy sound of rain, but the audience understood that the so-called "goods" that came were real people.

The sound of rain stopped suddenly, and the sound of wailing filled their ears immediately. Among those trucks that were closed like cans, they didn't know whose son, whose husband, or whose father it was.

...

The rain in Paris was getting heavier and heavier. It didn't cause too much trouble for the wizards in the hiding place. They were just delayed by the rain, but more and more wizards found the raindrops refreshing, and even hid from the rain The train left under the eaves, standing under the sky, feeling the rare rain.

But it might be more aptly called poison for other people separated by a wall.

Countless local tourists in Paris who were visiting the Expo Garden froze when they were drenched in the rain, and their eyes became confused.

"Grandma, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing the abnormality of the old man, the granddaughter-in-law hurriedly hugged her and walked to the eaves under the gate, found a spacious place to stay, and worriedly supported the grandma who was lost in memories.

"It's such a rain..." Even though she was standing in the rain, the old woman's lips were as dry as if she was walking in the desert, her lips were murmuring, repeating the words that had been repeated countless times, "It's just such a rain rain……"

"Let's go home, Grandma, and I'll fetch him."

"No!" The old woman grabbed the grandson's daughter-in-law's arm vigorously. It was hard to imagine that an old woman could burst out with such a strong force, pinching the grandson's daughter-in-law's arm so painfully, her eyes showed a look of horror, Cloudy old tears welled up from his eyes, "No, we can't go home, we will be burned alive at home!"

"Grandma, it's raining now..." The daughter-in-law was in pain and wanted to take off the old woman's hand, but she was afraid of hurting the old man, so she let her hold it, endured the pain, and gently comforted grandma, "No It will catch fire."

"You don't know...you don't know...you don't know!" The old woman shook her arms excitedly, "Those thugs, that devil, that flame, it can burn the rain dry! They are devils , beside us, there are devils exactly like us!"

The daughter-in-law raised her head in a daze. For some reason, the entire Expo Park fell into an inexplicable panic. The crowd of Parisians seemed to be terrified as if they saw some scene of annihilation. They shouted hysterically to the people around them to run away. It seems that the colorful tower in the depths is some kind of man-eating magic cave.

What they repeat the most is a fire that can burn the whole world. These nonsense words are too real and too unified, which makes the confused tourists around feel that maybe this bizarre fire has really happened. .

Fortunately, most of the residents in Paris chose to take shelter from the rain in the building due to the bad weather, which made the riots almost contained in the Expo Park. Most Parisians who stood by the windows to hide from the rain did not know that they just had to open the windows , you can see the truth.

The grand daughter-in-law married from another place a few years ago, and she became one of the few people in the Expo Park who was not affected by the heavy rain. She tried her best to stand on tiptoe, trying to find her husband through the rioting crowd, but that The miracle of seeing each other at a glance did not happen to her. Her husband curled up in the mud next to the excavator, hiding his soft belly like an armadillo facing a natural enemy.

He was still young more than ten years ago, but he had already faced death directly, and his vague memories flashed before his eyes like old yellowed photos. In front of his eyes, as if yesterday reappeared, the fear forgotten by the influence of the Winged Demon's venom was tightly attached to his soul again, and the explosion of glass shattering sounded like a sharp death knell in his ears, and his body couldn't help convulsing, He secretly opened one eye and looked around, just in time to see a tourist in black extending a helping hand to him, he couldn't help howling, the black suit seemed to have turned into a black robe, he wanted to hide Get under the tracks, hide in the ground, hide in a place where no one can find it.

Maybe the Silver Falcon, which was flying in the clouds, didn't prepare enough fresh spirits, or maybe it evaporated quickly during the fall, and the effect of the potion didn't restore the memory of all Parisians as Nelson expected, but separated the two The shackles of this world have been washed away by this heavy rain, and the fragments of that disaster finally reappeared in the world without magic.

"Is this really good?" Tom sat on the wall, holding up his binoculars to observe the riots in the distance. "For them, it might be a better result if they don't have the memory of this experience."

"When the structure of the levee has collapsed, simple mending will only make more and more tides accumulate, Tom, I don't know if I am doing better," Nelson took a deep breath , Feeling the heavy feeling of the increasingly wet hair clinging to the scalp, he raised his hand, trying to catch the drizzle that fell from his fingertips, but his five fingers could only stop them for a short time, " Everyone should have the right to choose, and to resolve disputes, people must know each other."

"Aren't you helping them make a decision?"

Tom's soul torture made Nelson unable to answer. His vision was blurred by the increasing rain, and his face looked like he was crying. After a while, he said softly: "Then, Let them hate me."

"boom!"

After the thunderstorm, it was pouring rain. Tom raised his head and rested his forehead on the other side of the high silver wall. He squinted his eyes, stood up against the wall, and raised his wand to his chest: "It doesn't matter if it's good or bad." You have to wait until the dust settles to comment, and until then, you have an obligation to keep it going...and I have an obligation to help you end it."

Nelson raised his head and shook his arm lightly. The knotted black wand slipped from the sleeve and fell into his palm. The heavy rain made his vision less than one meter, and the raindrops flowed down his hair like a stream, becoming cloudy.

...

In the cloudy torrential rain, he stood on the tall round silver roof of the center, looking at Auschwitz in the distance.

The camera passes over his shoulder, so that half of the picture is him, and the other half is purgatory.

The sound of sobbing kept ringing in the projection hall, and suddenly the bright picture raised a glimmer of hope in people's hearts. Will this be the savior who saves the suffering?

But the playful laughter from in front of the blond knocked down their expectations.

"This kind of game really makes people sleepy. I wonder if they are tired?"

No one answered him, only the distracting sound of rain.

The screen seemed to be powered off and plunged into suffocating darkness.