My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Gnar, hatred can't solve the problem." Dumbledore put down his wand and shook his head with a pity. "You are still young and don't understand these principles."

"No, you are wrong, Professor Dumbledore." Nelson shook his head, his sweat-drenched hair hanging down, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes were cold. "Forgiveness can never resolve disputes. Sympathy for evil is for kindness. Cruel."

　　 "That will only lead to—"

　　 "No!" Nelson interrupted his words, "Professor Dumbledore, did you know? Your so-called forgiveness is just evasion. Do you think you have a position to say this?"

"I--"

"Take yourself as an example," Nelson raised his head, pushed away the broken hair in front of him with his wand, and stared at him with more pity than Dumbledore. "Gellert Grindelwald, your former best friend, once My lover, but when he casts a spell on your sister, it ceases to be! But you forgave him... Do you think this is forgiveness? Is this kindness? It's just weakness."

"Did Aberforth tell you all of this?" Dumbledore's face turned gray. This sentence of heartbreaking pierced his heart deeply and revealed the deepest part of his memory so far. There is no huge scar that healed, but he is Dumbledore after all. He is not annoyed, he just wants to continue to influence Nelson through this incident, "Yes, I gave him a chance, and this did not cause a greater tragedy. "

"Really? Professor Dumbledore." Nelson looked incredulous. "As expected, you, don't you think you are wrong? The person you forgave became a terrorist after escaping from your hands. Don't you know how many people he killed? Your weakness will only bring more cruel consequences. Are you still deceiving yourself?"

　　 "Gnar, it's different." Dumbled dissuaded him with a sad face. "You are only impulsive, and you will regret it later."

"No, Dumbledore," Nelson looked calm, but his trembling hands and the use of no honorific titles still exposed his true feelings. "I have never been so calm, so deliberate, I am sure, if I don't Revenge myself, I will regret it later. Since you are a person over here, you shouldn't let me repeat it."

"Look! This is my desire. Have you used the Mirror of Eris, do you dare to say what you see? I dare! This is my deepest desire. I only hope that everyone I care about is alive. Is it so difficult?" As he said, he took a photo from his arms and threw it on the table. It was a group photo of several people. Jonas’s brilliant smiling face was particularly eye-catching, "Why do you stop me? You will always Thinking of your own major events, then you can think about it, why should you care about me? I only know that if anyone hurts them, I will make him pay the price!"

　　 Dumbledore looked at the little picture, his face froze, his mouth opened but he couldn't speak.

"Gnar sees farther than you!" Tom standing aside suddenly shouted. He still kept pointing his wand at Dumbledore, stubbornly like a wolf who lost his territory. "Gnar is a prophet. , He knows everything!"

"The Prophet?!" Dumbledore's pupils diminished and he lost focus. From the moment Nelson mentioned Ariana, his thoughts were immersed in the broken family and former lover. In front of his eyes, Nelson's pale blond hair was in the tavern. Under the dim light, a silvery grayish white appeared. When the word prophet was yelled from Tom’s mouth, his mind gradually overlapped with the figure of the person in front of him, and his eyes refocused on Nelson’s face. , Raised his arm and said in a deep voice, "This is all my fault, but this time I will not let the tragedy repeat itself."

　　 "Sorry, Nar." He said softly, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm sorry Ariana, I'm sorry Gellert, I'm sorry your parents... I'm sorry, Nar."

Nelson's hand holding the wand trembled violently. He swayed and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were cracked. A huge pain invaded his mind. The fragments of his life were reflected in his eyes like a revolving lantern, Prague. The cake shop on the street, the sorting hat shouting "Slytherin", the fog that permeated Ollivander’s shop when the wand was held for the first time, the cat falling into the water in the Thames, and Jonas hugged Throwing his legs in the air... and the fierce fire on the streets of Paris that burned everything and refused to stop.

Tom dropped his wand and knelt on the ground and hugged Nelson's shoulders, patted his sweaty cheeks, and stared at Dumbledore gritted teeth while he was so anxious. Dumbledore just looked at Nelson's hair and muttered constantly. Apologize.

"Iron armor!" The fallen Nelson suddenly picked up the wand that fell to the ground and shouted loudly, so loud that the chandeliers in the tavern were sparsely scattered with accumulated dust, "From my mind Get out of here!"

His painful convulsions stopped, but the resistance to the curse made him drenched with no strength. Tom Xiang helped him sit on the ground, but he abruptly stood up on the table, his legs trembling constantly, he was steady Staying, raised your head, and the mocking expression in Dumbledore's eyes became more intense, "Professor, I have been making preparations since the first day I saw you."

　　 Dumbledore did not speak, but looked at him calmly.

"On the first day I arrived at Hogwarts, I started practicing Occlumency." Nelson teased his drooping bangs and smiled lightly. "I understand that for you, a great man who is busy saving the world, if It is really a cost-effective choice to be able to achieve goals by peeking into someone's memory or twisting his thoughts."

　　 "Gnar, you don't have to..."

"Although I'm just an unknown person, I refuse to let anyone play with my life." The sense of prostration disappeared, and Nelson took up his wand, turned to face the bearded man who was still fainting in the chair, and said seriously, "My soul is indestructible. , I have your unimaginable will, Professor Dumbledore, now you have two choices."

"One is watching me punish my enemy, and then grabbing me and sending me to Wizengamore's trial," he put his wand against the beard's eyebrows again, "two, you stop me now, but you It is impossible to stop me for a lifetime. Then, I will retaliate endlessly against him, his accomplices, his relatives, his ethnicity, and all my people who can anger-this is the consequence of forgiveness. , Maybe this is the result you want to see."

"Nal." Tom put his hand on Nelson's arm. Originally in his imagination, they would find an enemy, tortured him severely and then throw him on the gallows, but he never expected Dumbledore to appear. Let the whole story unfold in such a tortuous and bizarre way, he didn't want to see Nelson being thrown into jail, but he didn't know what to do and froze in a panic.

　　 "It's okay, Tom." Nelson patted the back of Tom's hand, staring at his clear eyes despite the scarlet, and said with relief, "I'm fine, have you forgotten? I'm a prophet."

　　 After that, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, his hand holding the wand secretly vigorously, and seriously chanted the spell in front of him, "heart-cut."

　　At the moment Nelson was chanting the spell, Dumbledore's eyes shook, as if he had made up his mind to die. He quickly raised his wand, and a dazzling green light shot from the tip of the wand, almost simultaneously hitting the bearded chest—

　　 Bearded opened his eyes and opened his mouth without making a sound. His body twitched for a moment.

　　 Immediately after kicking his leg, he died.

Nelson looked at the bearded corpse in shock and turned to stare at Dumbledore. He didn’t know if the bearded died under the pain of the Heartburst or Dumbledore’s path that looked like the life of Avada. Curse, he didn't expect Dumbledore to use this method to end the matter.

"You might think I'm a coward, yes, but sometimes I think so myself." Dumbledore approached the round table~www.NovelMTL.com~ this time Nelson did not avoid him, and Tom did not hold his wand again. He smiled bitterly, "You see people very thoroughly, Gnar, I always look forward to the end, so I have caused so many tragedies that I have been rushing for these messes all my life-the most hurtful ones are the ones that hurt the most. He is the one who cares about me the most."

"Maybe other wizards think I am powerful and successful in my career." He rubbed his hands and looked several years old. He walked to Nelson and picked up the photo on the table, carefully wiped it clean, and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket. , Put the fir-wood wand gently on the table, "Take it away, this is your most important thing."

"But those who really understand me will know." He continued, "I am just a total loser. Every decision I make eventually leads to backfires, so I choose to face him and face me. Mistakes made in the year."

"If you want to hate, hate me, Gnar." Dumbledore took off his glasses, and Nelson's haggard figure was reflected in his tearful blue eyes. "Sorry, I left you so bad. Impression, even let you learn Occlumency, but please believe that I really do it for your own good."

"Go back to school, Gnar, leave it to me." Dumbledore's tired face went lonely, and he murmured like an old man. "Actually, it's all my fault, it's all because of me that made you... …Sorry, Gnar, go back to school with Tom and study hard, everything will be fine, the previous things will end with me."

　　 Nelson ignored him, just stretched out his hand tremblingly, sniffing the beard.

　　 "Tom, you go back." Nelson shook his head. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore. "You are right, so I won't go back to Hogwarts."