My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

After washing up, Nelson was going to lie down on the bed and take a nap. Every time he came to Nurmengard, he always felt exhausted. After being introduced by Andre, he realized that it was a kind of use of the spirit of the residents to imprison Hai Erbo of magic.

He just closed his eyes, before he could pull up the quilt, a flood of drowsiness swept over him.

Falling asleep this time is quite different from the past. Some things will not affect reality when you don’t understand them, but when you understand them, although the development of things is no different from the inherent path, everything becomes different. same.

White smoke escaped from the rings of the Gaunt family that Nelson kept close to him. They or it formed a rope, and formed a large net, winding him like a cocoon.

"You came?"

"I am coming?"

Nelson raised his head, his whole body was covered by white mist, and he was standing naked on a flat white ground that could not be seen. In fact, he did not know whether he was down-to-earth. The concepts of boundaries, boundaries, and time all became blurred. Looking at Grindelwald with his back to him, Nelson felt a little shy. With a thought, a comfortable and fitting pure white wizard robe appeared on him.

"Do you like white?" Grindelwald turned around, stared at Nelson with his hands behind his back, and said appreciatively, "I guessed right, you really came."

"Where is this?" Nelson answered irrelevantly.

"This is the Misty Realm, the transfer station for all wandering souls before their final destination." Grindelwald turned around, waved his sleeves, and parted the thick fog like a wall in front of him. White, they swelled out of it in large chunks, but they couldn't break free from the shackles, maintaining the most basic shape of a "wall". The scars that split the world are as spectacular and conspicuous. Grindelwald didn't care too much about his own deeds like Moses splitting the sea. He stepped towards the crack while urging, "Come on, I'll get lost here." Can not find you."

"Did you lock up the despicable Hai Erbo here?" Nelson chased after him, and looked curiously at the wall of fog that was stirring and billowing. He felt dizzy at a glance. Looking closely, the fog looked like cancerous tissue in the human body. It is proliferating all the time, and the strands floating from the wall are all in the shape of painful human beings. They are struggling to escape from this indescribable community, but before breaking free, they are firmly bound by another compatriot. Squeezing each other and breaking apart, the fragments were swallowed by the mouth formed by the fog wall and covered with layers of fangs—this kind of scene happened in any corner here.

"Ugh—" Nelson was shocked, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

"Don't look closely, those things are incomprehensible to living people." Grindelwald stopped, patted Nelson on the back, and responded, "No, we have no motive to imprison the despicable Haierbo, let alone imprison him Ability."

"He was just trapped here, and what I did was to continue his tragedy." Grindelwald said meaningfully, they were almost at the end of the crack, and Nelson noticed that there was a strong light coming in from the gap ahead, and this In this eternal space, there should not be such light with both brightness and direction.

"Is it because of the Horcrux?" Nelson felt better, he rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, and asked softly.

"That's right, it is reasonable to say that no one will stay in this place. These lost fog will erode the souls staying here all the time, and then let them go forward in a daze. The figures you just saw are all in the The lost memory of the souls who stopped here. They will go to the next stop soon, and only a small number of people will choose to return to the world-the ghosts you see, I remember there are many in Hogwarts. "

"Yes, Professor Binns who taught us the history of magic is a ghost." Nelson nodded,

"I remember him..." Grindelwald sighed with a look of reminiscence, "Dumbledore always said that those who dare to face death are brave people, but I think some people choose to be 'cowards' for what they stick to." People are more worthy of our respect.”

Then asked, "What's the next stop?"

"Who knows? I haven't died before. It's amazing to be here." Grindelwald stepped forward and stepped out of the crack. Nelson followed closely and saw a black tower hanging upside down. Standing quietly above his head, heavy and solid, it is the mirror image of the tallest tower in the center of Nurmengard.

"Look, that's the despicable Haierbo." Grindelwald pointed, and Nelson looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a haggard man accumulating white mist under him. The ground reaches the low-hanging spire.

What a terrible and pitiful man that was! His lower body has completely disappeared, and it is not known whether it was gnawed by the mist for thousands of years or only half of his body was left at the beginning. There is no muscle on his body, and the loose rough skin rests on the bones. The surroundings around the upper and lower are disgusting.

"Why..." Nelson tried hard not to look at him, but couldn't help turning his head and peeking twice, disgusting himself.

"This is the consequence of making a Horcrux. He only has half of his soul." Grindelwald walked to Hai Erbo, kicked down the white mist that formed a hillock under him, and Hai Erbo's broken body fell to the ground. "He lost his body, his magic power, his life, and even his memory every moment. He can no longer think, and even the 'vile' he is most proud of has been discarded. Worse than a ghost who can search for existence in the traces of his former life, worse than the humblest wandering spirit, but he is still alive."

"Hiss..." Nelson gasped. He knew more about Horcruxes than most people, but he never thought that the owner of the Horcruxes he faced for the first time was such a humble soul.

"Can't you give him a good time?" Nelson muttered to himself when he saw Haierbo who had fallen to the ground and started to pile up the hills mechanically, but he couldn't bear it.

"No, and you don't need to feel pity for him at all. He is just a heinous dark wizard. Even in such a half-dead state, his corpse can still kill hundreds of my partners." Grindelwald Showing a disgusted expression, "Besides, if you want to kill the owner of the Horcrux, you must destroy his Horcrux. For more than ten years, I have been coming here almost every month, but this thing can't communicate at all, let alone There's no way to tell me where his Horcrux is."

"Well, then he really deserves what he deserves." Nelson shook his head, not looking at the struggling Hai Erbo.

"It's a good thing to have moral constraints, which can ensure that you won't become the kind of person you hate the most." Grindelwald glanced at the thoughtful Nelson, and said, "But if a person has too many worries, he will You will lose the fun of being a human being, and you look at this guy under your feet, he is a complete anti-example."

"I'd rather kill him." Grindelwald frowned and kicked Haierbo's hand extended to the corner of Nelson's robe, and said with some confusion, "He used to be like a robot, you must have seen it from the prophet , a cold-blooded, soulless walking dead created by Muggles."

Nelson nodded, as if acquiescing to Grindelwald's 'accusation' of his prophetic identity, and then looked down at Hai Erbo, who was trying to reach the corner of his clothes, and when he was about to say something, a sudden change occurred.

"You are finally... here." The despicable Haierbo raised his head, and met Nelson's eyes looking at him. There were so many wrinkles on his face that he couldn't distinguish his facial features. He was panting heavily. Angry, while holding his head up and twisting his body, he crawled towards Nelson, pounced on his robe, and uttered a snake language of "hissing, sizzling" mixed with sentences with strange accents, although Nelson didn't know what language it was , but still understood—he begged as he crawled, "Give me that, give me that stone, it's mine!"

Nelson took a quick step back and reached for his pocket, but found that it was empty. The wand could not bring him into the trance. He panicked. Although he was young and healthy, Haierpo was half an old man who could only crawl on the ground. He was still in a mess, Sa Yazi ran, circling around the open space under the overhanging tower, and the despicable Haierbo was struggling behind him-this can't be blamed for his cowardice, Haierbo's image is enough to make anyone who sees The well-informed macho fled.

"Nelson! Calm down!" Grindelwald didn't react to the despicable Haierbo's sudden speech at first, but now he couldn't catch up with Nelson for a while, and could only watch him learn his own way to part the fog The old man chased him into the gap just opened, he cursed secretly, and chased after him.

Nelson, who was running in the crack, took a while to recover. He turned his head and saw that Haierbo was still crawling behind him, and a figure in a windbreaker was chasing after him in the distance, and the scarf was thrown high.

Haierbo's blood and some residues flowed out from the section of his waist, and fell onto the mist, like water dripping from a hot pot, and quickly disappeared into a puff of white mist.

Resisting the desire to retch, Nelson turned around and ran wildly. He saw the light shining into the gap in front of him, just as he saw the upside-down tower at the beginning, and he rushed in at a faster speed——

He slammed head-on into a semi-trailer that was driving down the road, and it exploded and dissipated.

Nelson couldn't help but stop, forgetting Haierbo who was following him. Everything around him was so familiar—movie theaters, streets, and heavy traffic. This is a pure white city, a deserted modern metropolis in memory.