My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is this the future you see?"

Nelson regained his composure, and turned around to see Grindelwald stepping on Hai Erbo's feet panting, leaning on his knees to bend down to breathe. He stepped on Hai Erbo's feet and continued to exert force, while looking around the white city around him, "young man …It’s good to be in good health, but don’t… be so anxious.”

"Sorry." It seems that Grindelwald is not young anymore, Nelson suppressed a smile and apologized.

"It's okay." Grindelwald raised his head, staring at the towering skyscrapers above his head and the steel behemoths constantly shuttling on the street, and sighed softly, "What you see seems to be farther than me..."

"Maybe." Nelson did not deny his statement about his prophecy this time.

"You see no wars in the future, no weapons... Oh, can Muggles build such magnificent buildings? It looks really prosperous here." Grindelwald didn't talk, he sighed and fell into silence, After a while, he continued to ask, "In the future you see...are there wizards?"

"..." Nelson didn't speak, he noticed that Hai Erbo was no longer struggling under Grindelwald's feet.

"It looks like it's gone." Seeing Nelson's expression, Grindelwald raised his head, smiled wryly, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I understand—so sometimes looking too far is a burden, isn't it? "

"This is also a gift." Nelson nodded, and turned his gaze to the sky again. Everything in the illusion was pure white, but he saw a touch of blue above his head, "The foresight saved you from many dangers, didn't you ?"

"No, you're wrong, Nelson." Grindelwald sighed and said sternly, "Many people envy my status as a prophet, but they don't know that those who fear fate the most are those who can peek into the future—most mediocre people always think that , they peek into the future to take advantage of the good and avoid the bad, but they won't understand that the future is fixed when it's seen, and all their struggles to avoid tragedy are just giving that The future I see is just fueling the fire, rather than that, I might as well not see it in the first place."

"You can't be sure whether what you see contains your own future, or even such things as prophets are already predestined." Nelson figured out the joints, he raised his right hand to touch his forehead, and was about to immerse himself in fatalism In that huge sense of powerlessness, I suddenly discovered a problem:

The self does not exist in the future.

Nelson stopped touching his forehead and waved his arms like a passionate leader. Seeing this scene, Grindelwald had an imperceptible joy in his eyes.

"I smell the same smell on you." The despicable Haierbo suddenly spoke at Grindelwald's feet, his voice was like an old bellows, and it was like an old engine that lacked maintenance, with hiss mixed in his weird pronunciation Hissing snake language, crunching and creaking, "That's the smell of black magic and conspiracy... We are the same people."

"Climb farther." Grindelwald twisted his ankles in disgust, and stepped Haierbo firmly on the ground, leaving no gap between his chest and the ground, "I'm different from you, I'm a wizard, And you're just a maggot."

"Are you prophets? It's so strange that there are two prophets in one era." Haierbo didn't care about his humiliation, but it was true. His lingering body had no dignity at all. For a person who is still full of desire to survive, there is nothing more important than seizing this fleeting opportunity, he raised his head and continued to speak out from his broken voice, "Yes, I am a maggot, I am just you The humble insect under your feet..."

"I know who you are, don't disgust me with such words, I was in a good mood today." Grindelwald increased his strength, and Hai Erbo, who had just lifted himself up, fell heavily on the ground again.

"This is not a hypocritical compliment..." Haierbo struggled to squeeze out his voice, "Even when I was a wizard, I couldn't defeat you who are so powerful."

"It's good that you know, so don't think about it." Grindelwald snorted coldly, "What's your purpose? After pretending to be a zombie for so many years, you suddenly recovered?"

"No, I just recovered..."

"I'm warning you," Grindelwald raised his foot that stepped on Haierbo's back, stomped hard on his head, bent down and said coldly, "don't think that just because a young man came today, you can go and confuse him." Him, if you dare..."

"Why are you chasing me?" Nelson asked, "What rock."

"What stone?" Haierbo raised his head, glanced at Nelson from head to toe, making him feel uncomfortable, and then said dejectedly, "I was wrong, you can't bring anything in the illusion, sorry, it's me Too much rush."

Nelson felt a little strange. He couldn't say what was wrong, he just felt that everything was wrong. For example, why did a person who could persevere in torture for a thousand years in order to survive fail at the first sight of him? Such a person should obviously lose his mind , why is he still able to communicate normally now, why he didn't come here on the first day in Nurmengard, but this time he came back and entered a blurry illusion, he even felt that Hai Erbo was winking at him, but because his face was too much He didn't notice the creases himself... He was thinking about it when he was suddenly attracted by the conversation between Grindelwald and Hai Erbo.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Grindelwald moved his foot away, frowning and asking.

"I want to help you, and I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you." Haierbo crawled obsequiously and turned to Grindelwald.

"Nelson, come behind me." Grindelwald yelled at Nelson, then looked down at Haierbo's raised old face, "Speaking of people, what exactly do you want?"

"I just want relief." Hai Erbo begged weakly.

"It's simple, you tell me where your Horcrux is, and I'll destroy it." Grindelwald said coldly, "Just tell me where it is, and I'll set you free."

"You know, I'm not referring to this." Haierbo reached out to Grindelwald's boots with trembling hands, and was stopped by his stare, "Besides, you know, if someone else masters Horcruxes, that fate will be handed over to others."

"Isn't your fate in my hands now?"

"Yes, a great person like you must not mind giving it a little freedom when controlling the fate of the ant."

"Why do you think you are still qualified to go out? You are just an immortal lunatic split by soul magic." Grindelwald sneered, "An old antique that was killed thousands of years ago, do you think you can go out now? Can you still act like a tyrant?"

"I just want to find a place to live for the rest of my life." Haierbo raised his head, trembling all over, "But before that, I can still contribute to your career—I know you have great ambitions, and I am willing to help you, I have magic powers, ancient spells, and I know many things from the past that others don't know, if you are willing to help me, you will find that this is the wisest decision."

"It's not up to you to judge whether I'm wise or not."

"That's right, I only admire you unilaterally. In the era when I was still alive, there was no such wonderful wizard as you..."

"Do you know who I am? Do you know what I've done? Do you know what I want to do?" Grindelwald bent down and mocked, "You don't know anything, this flattery is really ashamed of myself Do you think you can fool me with the title of 'the worst dark wizard in history'?"

"Okay." Haierbo still had the posture of a dying man. He lifted half of his body with his arms and buried his head deeply, "You can get everything you want from me, as long as I have."

"What do you have?" Grindelwald approached and asked in a deep voice.

"I have magic, the powerful ancient magic that you have never heard of; I also have treasures, secret treasures that have been lost in the long river of history; I also have secret techniques, which can assist you with more powerful skills such as potions and alchemy;" Haierbo He grinned, "I'm still a powerful wizard, I can go to war for you, go through life and death—and all this requires only a little trivial thing from you."

"What you said sounds nice." Grindelwald snorted coldly.

"I will prove my loyalty..."

"No, I'm not worried about your loyalty at all." Grindelwald didn't seem to take Haierbo's magic power into his eyes, his eyes revealed thinking, and he said, "I'm just afraid that your treasures have passed so many years It's all rotten."

"..."

"So how do you prove your sincerity?"

"We can sign an unbreakable..."

"Say something human." Grindelwald said lazily.

"I am willing to give you my horcrux. It is half of my soul. It is enough for you to control my life." Hai Erbo said as if he had made up his mind, gritting his non-existent teeth.

"What if you have more than one Horcrux?" Nelson asked suddenly.

"Little wizard, you are very imaginative, this is the quality necessary to be a great wizard." Haierbo raised his head, looked deeply at Nelson, and said, "But a person can only create a Horcrux, and the soul can only be separated. once."

"I see..." Nelson showed a suddenly realized expression.

"I'm willing to give you everything!" Haierpo put his head down at Grindelwald's feet again.

"I haven't promised you yet." Grindelwald turned his head and led Nelson to the passage above the fog wall he had opened before. "For the greater good."

"I like this saying."

Nelson noticed that when Hai Erbo said this, his voice was not trembling or weak at all, just like a young wizard, but when he turned his head to look, Hai Erbo was still the old man who was dying .

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