My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This is... Ludwig's grandfather?"

Nelson stood beside Dumbledore, looking at the grief-stricken old man in front of him, his emotions could not help being infected. He recognized the still brand new hat—the top hat he bought specially for watching Ludwig's final match. I cherish it very much. After such a long time, I can’t see the traces of wearing it. The old man seems to have lost his mind, holding a bat and saying that his grandson is not dead. Nelson doesn’t know what happened, but through the performance of the old man And the moist water vapor left by the surrounding spells can also roughly guess the general story that happened here not long ago.

"He..." Nelson looked around, but he couldn't find Ludwig. Less than a year ago, he and Ludwig were sitting in the auditorium eating at the same time. When he turned his head, a young life just disappeared. , he took off his hat and held it in front of his chest, and looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, "...Dead?"

"Yes," repeated Dumbledore, nodding, "dead."

Ludwig's grandfather was still holding the bat, crying and laughing, looking like a madman. Standing beside Nelson, Dumbledore kept sighing. After listening for a long time, Nelson realized that he was talking to himself and Dumbledore. Lido explained that the supersonic bat that lived with Ludwig was not dead, so Ludwig was still alive.

This kind of statement is too absurd, Nelson shook his head, not only because the bat has no vitality except for the only trace of magic power left, on the other hand, Dumbledore has personally confirmed Ludwig's death , he didn't think Dumbledore would make a mistake in this kind of thing, he just thought it was the crazy talk of the old man after the loss of a loved one.

"How did he die?" Nelson asked softly. "Professor, and why did he die here, with his grandpa?"

"Mr. Kant became an Auror of the German Ministry of Magic after graduation. As far as I know, the station he was sent to became a paradise for many dark wizards after the incident in Paris, France, because it is close to Nurmengard, Germany. The Ministry of Magic doesn’t dare to control it, and Nurmengard has no interest in that piece of land, and the German Muggle government has been torn apart as a defeated country, and it has become a no-management zone. He wants to seek our help,” said Dumbledore. Lido recounted Ludwig's experience in a deep voice, "I learned about the battle that took place here through certain methods. Mr. Kant's grandfather was controlled by a black magic that combined Horcruxes and the Imperius Curse, and finally took him away. His life... When I arrived here, everything was over, and I only had time to save his body from the black wizard who made up the knife."

"I see."

"I put him...Mr. Ludwig Kant on platform nine and three-quarters," said Dumbledore, pursing his lips, "I always feel that everything that happens in this world should be linear, Ongoing, but things are always a little bit different where I can't see it."

"He is actually a different person." Nelson recalled the pitiful memory of getting along with Ludwig, and he could only give such a comment.

"He was always looking for a platform before he died. He was extremely disappointed with his compatriots, but he didn't want to give up on them. He could actually choose to join those perpetrators and become the best among them. Personally, forever It will not eliminate the status brought by power," Dumbledore sighed, "but he is too young, too naive, too determined, too understanding, and he didn't compromise in the end, so he died... until he died. Was looking for platform nine and three quarters, wanted help from us strangers, so I put him there, sorry, I couldn't save him."

"Professor," Nelson recalled the stubborn boy in Durmstrang, the handle of the box slipped from his palm and fell heavily to the ground. It broke into two sections at once, and a mezzanine of the suitcase was opened like this, and a broken, scorched notebook that smelled of gunpowder fell out, and he said in a daze, "When the Triwizard Tournament is over, He even invited me to Germany to finish it, saying that he would roast the elbow for me to eat."

"I used to have a stereotyped view of him," Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder, "I think it is really difficult to cultivate a gentleman in a school full of black magic, a person's growth and his environment There are so many connections, but now it seems that my perspective needs some changes."

"I thought so too, but he obviously didn't want to accommodate the environment." Nelson held the top of the hat, looked at the laughing old man not far away, a trace of unbearable flashed across his face, he pulled out his wand, and Dumbledore couldn't react at a speed Pointing at the old man, following his movements, the old man holding the bat went limp and fell to the ground. After a while, there was no sound. Only the arm wrapped in green gangrene was still twitching instinctively due to pain. Facing Dumbledore's questioning eyes, Nelson said softly, "Such intense emotions will kill him, and Ludwig certainly doesn't want to see this scene...he may be the last person Ludwig cares about."

He withdrew his hand and waved lightly at the ground, and the notebook that fell out was captured in his hand. Nelson didn't understand why the box he had no way of opening was suddenly opened, but from the point of view of time now, it seems that Related to Ludwig.

"Did he play any important role?" Nelson lowered his head and murmured. Although countless clues were being connected in his mind, Ludwig's resolute and straight face kept reappearing in his mind. before.

"I grew up in the Ruhr area, where Muggles are most prosperous and wizards are most declining."

"It's a pity, if I win this time, I will have a lot of bonuses... You played well, Riddle, and you, Williams, my heart still hurts."

Nelson was a little surprised. He didn't know when he had already regarded Ludwig as a friend who was different from the passerby who met by chance. Was it because he stabbed him with a knife? Nelson didn't understand. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that Ludwig had a temperament similar to him. He was not as arrogant as Tom, nor was he as consistent as himself but pretending to be profound. He was not perfect, and he could even Not so smart to say, but no one would refuse a friend who is so straightforward and beautiful.

"What a fool." Nelson shook his head with a smile, "I'd rather have him lie in bed for ten or eight years with that sword."

"Yes," Dumbledore walked to the old man and gently supported him, "maybe he can see the world he wants to see by then."

"I can no longer count on maybe."

Nelson's face returned to calm, he bent down, picked up the box from the ground, touched the broken buckle lightly with his palm, turned to look at Dumbledore, and asked expressionlessly, "What's wrong with Germany? "

"Purgatory on earth."

"I see, Professor." Nelson nodded. "This is my fault."

"Gnar—"

"Professor, let's go and see him," Nelson interrupted Dumbledore rudely, but Dumbledore was not upset by this, and he walked up to the old man, and a bouquet of blue cornflowers appeared in his hand , in the place where Ludwig grew up, this flower can be seen everywhere, and it is also the most loved flower. The mist in the air slowly condenses on the tip of the stick, saying that the bat in the old man's hand is frozen, like a flower in the bouquet. A chic butterfly, "I want to see what kind of person he is."

"do not you know?"

"I thought I knew."

...

In a month's time, a passenger who did not belong to Hogwarts once again appeared on the platform of Nine and Three-quarters Station.

The platform is empty, only the occasional breeze blows up the wrapping paper and leaflets left here on September 1. These are the garbage left by the students who returned to school and the parents who picked them up when the school started on September 1. It looked very deserted and dilapidated. On the bench in the center of the platform, a young figure was sitting there quietly with his head down. He seemed to be asleep. Nelson was holding cornflowers from the pillars on the platform. He came out and stood in front of Ludwig for a long time. Dumbledore supported Ludwig's grandfather and watched the scene not far away with concern.

I saw Nelson bent down and handed the bouquet to Ludwig. He put his hand towards Ludwig's nose, trying to test his breath, but the result was disappointing. Ludwig here There is indeed no life.

Nelson closed his eyes, and the lost mist slowly swirled around him, enveloping the figures of the two people. After a while, the mist dispersed.

"Is there any help?" Dumbledore's voice came from Nelson's ear, and he had already helped Ludwig's grandfather to his side.

"Empty skin," Nelson shook his head. "From the perspective of life and soul, he is not much more substantial than a scarecrow."

The two looked at Ludwig silently, and looked at each other again.

"Woo..."

The beautiful red locomotive came slowly with steam coming from a distance. Even though there were no students returning to Hogwarts, the train was still running on time. Ludwig finally waited for the train he was thinking of.

"He waited," Nelson said, pursing his lips, "it's just a step late."

"But he has waited, this child is worthy of being a warrior of Durmstrang." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I will send the old man to St. Mungo, and then find Sigmund to collect him. You wait here Let me bid him my last farewell."

...

"Feel sorry."

Nelson smiled at Ludwig, looked up at the sky, "I hope you don't have any shameful little secrets."

An eye as blue as the sky opened, and above the clouds, a long silent falcon sounded quietly, melting in the wind, the loneliness that had not been summoned for a long time was washed away by joy, Nelson took out a piece of parchment and held it in the palm of his hand , nodded above the clouds.

He felt the sun that was blocked by the clouds shine on his body, and then, the board was just as if printed words appeared on the blank paper in his hand.

Everything that Ludwig has experienced in the past few days is impressively on the paper, as if Nelson has made his life into a journal-like book and is flipping through it casually in his hand.

His eyes quickly wandered along the densely packed text, and soon stopped at the line that changed.

...

Three days earlier, Ludwig Kant's grandfather had attacked the guards as he was being escorted to his cell, signaling Ludwig to flee before being knocked down.

Two days ago, Ludwig fled to England, landed on the east coast, and headed straight for London, but he did not escape the three pursuers behind him.

Two days ago, Ludwig arrived in London and hid in Martha's tailor shop.

He left everything he had with him and left alone. After the Ministry of Magic hit a wall, he began to search for the hidden entrance to Hogwarts around King's Cross Station.

The black wizard who was chasing Ludwig—the two men and the werewolf arrived at Martha's tailor shop under the tracking of the werewolf. Their attack on Martha met the conditions for Mayfly's counterattack. One escaped.

It was confirmed that the escapee was named Fritz Harmann, who was accused of massacring 30 to 50 Muggles or wizards. He was captured by the Muggle government in 1925 and sent to the gallows, but in fact he just gave up his life. An identity run by the Muggle world continues to run with impunity in the wizarding world.

Fritz Harmann was in the basement of the shop at No. 137 Diagon Alley as the Interfering Apparation spell in the tailor's shop came into play.

Of the other two perpetrators, one was arrested, and the other werewolf was confirmed to have died on the spot under the silence of Fritz Harmann.

The arrested wizard was named Thilo Krell, a potion master of the Austrian rogue gang, who was good at making banned hallucinogenic drugs. Under the influence of this wizard gang, about 30% of Austrian wizards became addicted to drugs. They have sucked blood from Austrian wizards all the year round and amassed a huge amount of wealth. Before joining the rogue gang, he was a member of Nurmengard. Later, due to conflicts with Zweig, he was sent to Austria to perform a secret mission. The specific mission is not yet known. clear.

A year ago, when the Highland Hero Village incident broke out, Thilo Krell secretly went to Nurmengard and brought out a potion prescription. Almost the same potions in Hero Village rapidly expanded their territory. Before Ludwig fled, Thilo Krell also just returned from Nurmengard.

The werewolf named Roman Volynsky, an Eastern Slav, has been in the werewolf population all year round. He likes to steal wizard babies and infect the curse of werewolves. In 30 years, he infected a total of 360 newborns, and finally 15 strong The infants of the werewolves become new members of the werewolf population, and the rest are eaten by it.

This morning, Ludwig’s grandfather, Theo Kant, appeared next to London’s King’s Cross Station, fought fiercely with Ludwig Kant, and finally hit Ludwig with the Killing Curse. Five minutes later, Abu Si Dumbledore appeared on the scene and prevented his second injury.

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