My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I am convinced, as expected of you."

Tom didn't speak, but squinted his eyes and looked at the battle situation in the distance. The sub-frigid coniferous forest that had grown hard for thousands of years was completely destroyed in just a few minutes. The coastline is still broken.

"Are people going to die today, you say?" Tom was uncharacteristically worrying about people he didn't know.

"Is there anyone who can't die in battle?" Nelson looked helplessly at a green curse that was shot at him, but struggled to dissipate in the air a hundred meters away.

"Is this a war?" Tom put his hands behind his back and shook his head. "There must be a reason for war, and there must be some demands. What's the point of them attacking each other for no reason?"

"The blind are good at hearing." He gently waved his wand towards the direction of the battle. This is a magic spell to increase hearing. After a while, he laughed nervously as if he had heard some joke, "It's fun, it's so fun gone."

"What did you hear?" Nelson asked worriedly.

"You may not believe it." Tom laughed until tears flowed, and he said intermittently while laughing, "Do you know what the Wizengamot's sentence for Dumbledore is?"

"What?"

"Because he used the Unforgivable Curse to kill a Muggle and caused bad influence, he was ordered to make a public apology on the official media, and then he was deprived of the honor of Merlin's second-class badge, and he was temporarily suspended from Hogwarts. teaching at Hogwarts until Hogwarts admits."

"And then?" Nelson was a little curious about what punishment the Wizengamot had imposed on Dumbledore.

"there is none left."

"What?"

"I mean, there's nothing behind." Tom grinned a big mocking smile, and he laughed while applauding, "Dumbledore felt that his sentence was too light, it was a blasphemy against life and the law, and The presiding judge, the old man surnamed Shafik, insisted that his trial was entirely based on procedural justice, and it was a reasonable and legal result, and he presented a bunch of cases to explain."

"..."

"Do you know?" Tom took a deep look at Nelson and said, "Those who set off the battle didn't want to do anything to Dumbledore, they were attacking the Aurors of the Wizengamot and defending the Wizengamot. An authoritative wizard, and Dumbledore is still standing on his judgment seat to persuade the two parties to sit down and negotiate, this is too magical."

"It's magic, Tom." Nelson didn't know what to say.

"Did you know? Those who opposed Dumbledore's light sentence were those who supported him the most—Muggle-born wizards like us," Tom laughed happily. "Their current leader, a man named Nobby Lee Strange person, Hector Foley, who is yelling at Hector Foley in the audience, I really don't know how this glib Foley became the Minister of Magic."

"Why? Is there any political appeal involved?"

"Wait a minute, let me listen..." Tom listened intently, "Nobby Rich is a Muggle-born wizard who graduated from Hufflepuff three years ago and is now an assistant secretary in the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. They cooperated with the Wizengamot in the trial of a murder case last month. A Muggle-born witch used a bat spell to kill him when she was raped by her pure-blood husband—hiss, the bat spell can kill people -Although all the witnesses said that she had suffered domestic violence for a long time, the Wizengamot judges didn't seem to care about this clue. They characterized it as a long-planned vicious murder and sent the witch to the hospital yesterday. Into the hands of the dementors in Azkaban."

"This..." Nelson also felt that this kind of penalty was actually unreasonable.

"Hahahaha, it's so interesting, I was so right when I first learned this spell!" Tom's wild laughter grew louder, and he said to Nelson with great joy, "A poor witch used a magic spell when she resisted." The little jinx accidentally killed her pure-blood husband, and then paid the price with his life; and the famous Albus Dumbledore killed a Muggle with the Unforgivable Curse, and the final sentence was just to confiscate a badge? Although I also think that Muggle should be damned, is the gap that big? I suddenly feel that Chamberlain's political level is really high, and these fools can't even do superficial work."

"Wizards are almost born with discrimination against Muggles." Nelson said pessimistically, "Even Muggle-born wizards will feel superior to Muggles after they come into contact with the magical world. Its depth has long surpassed that of Muggles." Muggle racial discrimination, because wizards and Muggles can no longer be regarded as racial differences, and have even become species differences."

"Then I think I should give you a lesson first. Although the school has not started yet, as your teacher, I should let you know that you should not disregard life no matter what." Tom vividly imitated Dumbledore's visit to the orphanage last year He seemed to be very impressed by this passage, and he showed a "Dumbledore-style kind smile" eccentrically, and said in an appreciative tone, "Is this not to disregard life?" ? Ancient Greece had to pay a fine for killing a slave? That’s it, that’s it?”

"The sentencing has been suspended. The Wizengamot couldn't bear the pressure and announced the adjournment. Now there is a war outside the venue, and there are quarrels inside the venue." Tom continued to explain, "Dumbledore has now become the target of public criticism, but he still has a sentence Don't say anything."

"This judgment is indeed unreasonable." Nelson frowned. "I think the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot..."

"Boom—"

A huge explosion suddenly sounded from the center of the Colosseum, and a violent, earth-shaking vibration spread to the entire forest and coastline. .

"The spell stops!" Tom covered his ears and waved his wand loudly.

Nelson helped him squat down against the big rock on the edge of the cliff, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

"The building is falling down," Tom yelled at Nelson, covering his ears, gasping for breath. "You! No! Want! With! Me! Talk! Talk! Me! Listen! No! See you!"

His yelling attracted several people who were chatting together in the distance to look over. Seeing Tom squatting on the ground with a painful expression on his face, Zweig waved his wand from a distance, and Tom's expression eased a lot. He lowered his hands covering his ears and shook his head.

"Are you okay?" Nelson rubbed the back of his head.

"It's all right." Tom shook his head, "just a little tinnitus."

"Actually, Dumbledore can't be blamed for this conflict," Tom said in a rare and pertinent comment on Dumbledore. "The last thing I heard just now was someone telling Dumbledore to go, and he said: 'If this is their Choose, I am willing to be buried here'."

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Nelson saw the Colosseum with half of the columns collapsed. The seats on the stands were crooked and scattered everywhere. Without the shelter of the building, the wizards on both sides confronted each other nervously. The battle ended after a big explosion It stopped strangely.

Between the gaps of the collapsed pillars, Nelson saw Dumbledore still standing on the judgment seat in the center of the venue. His clothes were crisp, and although he had turned into a naked man under the harassment of smoke and battle, he still had his hands down, looking straight at him. Looking at the empty seat of the presiding judge, he quietly waited for the final verdict without losing his grace.

"I don't think the judges of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot can judge fairly and impartially, because they themselves are part of the two groups of people off the court." Nelson expressed his views interrupted by the explosion.

"I think they are rotten, rigid, corrupt, and unreasonable." Tom put his feet on the stone beside him disdainfully, spit lightly with his feet up, and said clearly and logically like a politician, "The possibility they need It is no longer an improvement, but... but..."

He seemed unable to think of a word to sum up his thoughts. Nelson suddenly saw Dumbledore standing in the center of the Colosseum looking up in his direction. He was about to call out for his teammates to run away, but he heard a voice behind him. sounded.

"It's a revolution."

Nelson and Tom turned around and saw Grindelwald standing behind them holding the Elder Wand. The continuous waves from the explosion lifted his crimson scarf and the hem of his black trench coat. He lowered his head and gave Tom admiringly Nodding his head, he turned his eyes back, staring closely at his old enemy, his comrades on the revolutionary road, and his former best friend and lover.

"Andre, you take them and White away." Grindelwald took a step towards the cliff without looking back, Nelson suddenly felt something tied around his waist, and then he saw those ancient tree crowns Skimming forward quickly under his feet, he was flying backwards away from here.

"What's Grindelwald doing here?" As soon as he landed, Nelson heard White's angry voice, which sounded extremely disrespectful to Grindelwald, "Is he preparing some evil plan to kill those innocent people again?"

"Master Grindelwald is here to help Dumbledore." Andre grabbed White's hand impatiently, and then disappeared.

"Is she really one of Grindelwald's subordinates? Or are all the people in Nurmengard like this?" Tom leaned on Nelson's ear and asked in a low voice, "Wouldn't Grindelwald kill her like this? ?”

"She's a bit special." Nelson didn't know how to explain.

"Where are you going? I'll take you there." Andre first took White's entourage and walked away, and then appeared in front of the two, looking worriedly at the shock wave that was cutting down trees and spreading all over the mountains and plains.

"Can it be anywhere?" Tom thought for a while, "Go to the hiding place, I want to visit Paris."

Nelson nodded, and Andre grabbed their arms. Before falling into darkness, Nelson saw the raging fire above the forest and the black veil flying like a dragon in the flames covering the whole area. Sky.

Gone today.

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