My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Compared to physical pain, the scars left by magic are more difficult to heal."

Grindelwald patiently adjusted the position of the crystal ball. He turned his head and looked at Nelson with the blue eyes that were also brewing with the sky, "This is also one of the sublime signs of magic. Wounds heal themselves, but magical wounds can only be resolved with stronger power."

"Isn't it more proof of its rigidity?" Nelson asked rhetorically, "Then if there is the most powerful person in this world, then he's right about what he says, isn't he?"

"What does this have to do with magic?" Grindelwald turned his head, looked at the crystal ball exuding brilliance in all directions, and said softly, "Can't the strongest among Muggles be indiscriminate? Your refutation has no arguments. Woolen cloth."

Nelson's blue eyes were extremely bright in the dark room, and the reflection of the crystal ball shone like a galaxy in his pupils.

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Soft waves are rippling on the boundless blue sea. Under the cloudless blue sky, it is difficult to tell whether the blue sea is its original color or the reflected sky. Looking from the shore to the sea, the sky is high and the clouds are light. I can't feel how frightening the beautiful waves are because of the distance.

A section of railroad tracks floated above the sea, undulating with the turbulence of the waves, and accompanied by the roar of sirens, a bright red train slowly approached from a distance.

Ludwig sat by the window, looked at the blue sea outside the window, rubbed his eyes, he didn't know how long it had been since he saw the color last time, he stood up suddenly from his seat, but in the turbulent waves Sit back again.

When he looked out of the window again, all Ludwig saw was a pure white sea that was no different from the previous journey.

He lowered his head and looked at his pale palms and cuffs. Even in this train, his color was passing day by day. He had long since lost the initial unacceptability. He also vaguely had his own guesses.

"well……"

He didn't say much, and the emotional fluctuations had become calmer. He only sighed, watching the rushing waves engulf the speeding train outside the window.

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"Want to know the content of my prophecy? He is very helpful to what you are doing and has a lot of reference value," Grindelwald tilted his head at Nelson, "You can pick it up and listen to it, or listen to it later Listen, that's fine too."

"No, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson shook his head, "I don't believe in these things."

"Oh, is it so?"

Grindelwald turned around slowly and stared at Nelson closely. Two very different eyes, one white and one blue, blinked abnormally in the dim prophecy hall, making Nelson feel as if he was being captured by a cruel and cruel demon at the same time. The illusion of being stared at by a quiet and wise wise man, and Grindelwald himself, is more like being right in the middle of the two.

"It may help you find your lost things. If you want someone to listen to you in the future, I won't stop you." Grindelwald explained again, "If it's because of embarrassment, I can avoid it."

"No need, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson shook his head. Grindelwald's words seemed to have magical powers, tempting Nelson to keep brewing curiosity about the prophecy ball in his heart. He repeated again, "I don't believe these things."

Although Grindelwald's words were short, they revealed a lot of important content-first, Nelson could directly hear the content of the prophecy, which shows that Nelson has a place in the prophecy ball; second, he knew what Nelson was doing, and The content of the prophecy is at least partly related to what Nelson did; in the end, he knew that Nelson had lost something, and that item, perhaps, was in his hands.

"Is time-turner fun?"

Nelson raised his head and asked suddenly.

"Huh? Time Turner?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and admitted generously, "Is it called this? I thought it should at least be called an imposing name, such as Master of Time, Traveler of History Kind of like... Actually, I originally wanted to ask you for one, but time was tight, so I had to make a bad move, and I will make it up to you."

"Think of it as my thank you to the Elder Wand." Nelson pursed his lips and didn't say much. Obviously, Grindelwald, who had accumulated enough power to destroy him, would never allow his great career to be unstable on the eve of success. factors, and the time converter that Nelson once showed is the most variable part of it, "Thank you for teaching me for three years."

"Then you still made money, Nelson," Grindelwald smiled, "I traded something that will give you even more power in the future, in exchange for something that I can't understand no matter how much I study it."

"You hurt my magic, is it Transfiguration?" Grindelwald gently patted the injured abdomen in Paris, and asked curiously, "I have detected traces of Transfiguration, and you seem to put something forever As long as I think about the root cause of the disease, it will soon transform into a substance that is difficult for me to detect or even damage. It seems to be able to convert back and forth between magic power and matter, and it seems that there is no loss. "

In a few words, Grindelwald revealed the magic attached to Nelson's long sword, but Nelson was more refined than what he said - the pointer-shaped sword was composed of countless fine mayflies, and he took part of it Injected into Grindelwald's wounds, and these mayflies that are set to never stop transforming rely not only on the magical stunts mastered by Nelson, but also on the constantly changing structure of their abilities. Perhaps this sword can be called his mahjong The crowning achievement of melon's mechanics combined with wizard's magic.

Nelson never expected to use this trick to defeat a wizard like Grindelwald. He just hoped that this seemingly invulnerable man would have weaknesses. Unlike the merciful Dumbledore, Grindelwald was sensible enough to make him a An invincible enemy - Nelson, who has studied with Grindelwald for three years, knows that feeling better than anyone.

In the past three years, apart from teaching Nelson some magic and skills, Grindelwald's favorite thing to do was to duel with him. It was during that time that Nelson, a self-conscious upright person, developed the habit of loving sneak attacks and traps. In order to win, he can do whatever he can tactically, including but not limited to blowing up paint buckets indiscriminately, and even throwing toads at others. This is not because he is so eager to win, but because Grindelwald always So bottomless.

In the past three years, in the non-stop duel with this apex wizard, Nelson's magic skills have become more and more perfect. He can guarantee that his spells will always hit the desired position at the time he wants, and he can easily predict What kind of offensive methods the enemy will use in the current environment, and the power of the spell is becoming more and more powerful, especially in the aspect of transformation, he has even been able to perform a one-second on hundreds of items at the same time during the battle. Even though he has improved so much, every time he faces Grindelwald, the gap between himself and him is the same as in the first duel.

It seems that he can always compress his ability to a level just a little bit better than Nelson, so that Nelson can squeeze out his potential and imagination in every duel, and finally win the victory with difficulty - he has forgotten to fight with Grindel. How many times has Warby tried, but the result is very memorable-Grindelwald's wins are zero.

Such victories are often more unacceptable than repeated failures. He can't even judge the gap between himself and Grindelwald. Grindelwald polished him to perfection like carving a favorite work of art. , unselfish, and even obsessed with letting Nelson overcome his instinctive aversion to Fiendfyre, he didn't seem to worry at all about cultivating an enemy who could defeat him, and he didn't care at all about the insurmountable feud between him and Nelson, to Nelson The growing growth reveals a deep sense of relief.

This kind of comfort always made Nelson breathless during those three years. Until today, he finally felt that the cloud that urged him to keep running forward was broken, and he was always holding his belly habitually in front of him. Grindelwald, Nelson knew that his goal had been achieved. Even though he was a little discouraged by his inability to severely injure his opponent with his strongest skill, it at least broke Grindelwald's invincible inertia in his heart, and he became more determined in his path That's right, the birth of this scar is an indispensable masterpiece of magic and machinery. It is his painstaking efforts to water the most beautiful magic flower - the best structure calculated by Alexander day and night, and the best structure he learned from Jokunda. Arrived...

"It's the creation of that Dr. Sykes." Before Nelson could finish summarizing in his mind, Grindelwald sighed and said the truth, "You should have seen those people, a group of lunatics, I It’s been a long time since I had such a burning desire to explore. At that time, some people analyzed magic power, some people studied human nature, some people divined fate, some people went into madness, and some people tried to cure most people’s diseases..."

"Have you seen it?" Nelson asked.

"I haven't seen it, I've only heard of it. In fact, except for him, everyone else may have just heard of it." Grindelwald's eyes showed nostalgia, "Speaking of which, his wife was rescued by him in the end." Alive?"

Nelson shook his head.

"Later I realized that even if he really brought his wife's body back to life, where would he find a soul that had long since disappeared?" Grindelwald recalled, "Later he went crazy and said every day that he had found The method of restoring the magic power to its purest form, and preparing to attack his pitifully young daughter, we thought it was the ravings of a madman, and it was really unacceptable, so we gave up on him. We did not expect that he really succeeded. You learned from him You got this magic from your daughter, right? Could you tell me what it's called?"

"Sex restored."

"I suddenly feel that the name Time Turner sounds nice," Grindelwald put his hands on his chest, showing a respectful expression. His attitude towards Dr. Sykes is not as inclined to moral standards as Nelson's, but Simply applauding his wisdom, "What a great creation, Nelson, you have inherited perhaps the greatest magic in a century, and with its help, you can become the most powerful wizard."

"That...association," Nelson recalled the dangerous and desperate situations he had experienced over the years, many of which were inseparable from the people Grindelwald said. In the bunker of the Happy House, he also felt After the last reverberation of a deceased person in the world, a dusty man broke into their conversation and brought a prophecy that attracted everyone's attention. He didn't ask about the content of the prophecy, but was silent for a moment. Said in a calm tone, "I remember that apart from Ms. McGonagall's medicine, there is also a person who is good at playing with life. If the medicine is kept, then the magic he is good at will not be cut off."

"That's right, your good friend Mr. Riddle finished him, Dippet and Isabel died under your wand, and Sykes died under the leaked news soon after being abandoned by us," Grindelwald said without thinking He readily admitted that even though he was recalling the past, there was no embarrassment in his words, "Looking at it now, I am the only one left among the group of ambitious people. It is really embarrassing."

"I remember that he is very good at the crooked ways of the corpse." Nelson said softly, "Numengard won't even inherit this."

"There is no need to inherit this kind of inferior spell," Grindelwald said, playing with the prophecy ball at hand, "I understand what you are talking about, I admit, I did let a wizard who is good at making infernal corpses snatch it from the day before yesterday. I am very sorry for the experience of Mr. Ludwig Kant after leaving your Time-Turner."

"He's one of my few friends," Nelson said softly.

"Are you going to avenge him?" Grindelwald shook his head, "I am also very fond of this young man, and specially asked Sigmund to find a way to transfer him to an area that is difficult to be protected by the German Ministry of Magic. , It's a pity that he couldn't survive the most difficult time."

Nelson did not speak, pursed his lips, put his left hand behind his back, and raised his wand to his chest with his right hand.

"I haven't challenged you for a long time."

"You don't have a helper this time, and I'm not dragging you down." Grindelwald smiled, slowly drew his wand out of his arms, turned his back to Nelson, and walked squarely to the other side of the aisle between the two wooden frames, standing still Finally, he turned around and made the same gesture as Nelson, "Please."

A black light flashed, covering the light of the crystal ball, and the surrounding environment fell into absolute darkness.

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"what is that?!"

Ludwig's vision was filled with deep black. He rubbed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the black was still there, but it got deeper and deeper. "Isn't it white?! Is this the end?"