My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 138

"You came?"

At the top of the Eiffel Tower, a silver-haired man in a black windbreaker stood quietly, overlooking the splendid scenery of black gauze over Paris. He stretched out his hand, the corner of the windbreaker was windless, and that lingering over the city seemed like a fairy tale. The nightmare-like black gauze came alive, and stretched out a dark and deep streamer wrapped around his hand.

"Why can't I come, I'm here to stop you from arson." The man opposite him was tall, but his face was haggard and his posture was a little rickety, as if he was standing in the air on something, but his feet were empty, his messy brown. The hair was draped over his shoulders and had not been taken care of for a long time. The man also raised an arm, and under the silver wizard robe, the hand holding the wand firmly pointed at his former best friend. He sighed and said hoarsely, " Gellert, how long have we not seen each other."

"From the time in Godric Valley," the man standing at the top of the tower was Gellert Grindelwald, who hadn't appeared in Neumongaard for a long time. He stroked the black veil wrapped around his arm in a relaxed tone. He said, "Look, Albus, how big was it when we first picked it up? Look, now it's overwhelming and unstoppable."

"Gellert," Dumbledore said with trembling lips, "I really can't imagine how many people you have to kill to feed it so big? Do you think it's magnificent? It's all sin!"

"No," Grindelwald shook his head, looked at Dumbledore pityingly, and persuaded, "Albus, with all due respect, you're still as weak as before, so preaching, and so empty-you're from Sin was seen on Voldebat's body, but to me, it was hope."

"Hope?" Dumbledore pursed his lips and stopped speaking.

"Yes, Albus," Grindelwald shook his arm, and the Voldebat's tentacles fell off his arm. He looked into the distance and said seriously, "Did you know? In the far east, Muggles performed During the war, the enemy's heads will be cut off and piled into the shape of Egyptian pyramids, and they will be placed at the borders of the frontiers. This kind of spectacle is called'Jingguan'. What do you think of it?"

"Not very good, you are really getting crazy." Dumbledore's body floated forward and landed on the top of the tower. The two of them fought on the two ends of the platform. His body trembled, and his tone was strong. Anger, "This is just a barbaric, cruel custom, and you! Grindelwald! What is the difference between your behavior and those savages?"

"You don't even want to call me Gellert... but you are wrong, Albus," Grindelwald said, still staring at Dumbledore with pity, "you know what? During the Jingguan dynasty, the eastern countries hardly encountered enemies, because they used a killing to protect their people from the harassment of the next few years, decades, or even hundreds of years. Those governments that are blindly peaceful, their so-called compassion can only bring endless tragedies to their own people. The war has not been stopped, but has allowed the enemy to make progress!"

"Don't look at me like that! Grindelwald!" Dumbledore shouted sharply, and the tip of his rod began to gather red light. "You only have cold numbers and results in your heart. You don't understand love at all!"

"Let go of your wand, Albus." Grindelwald shook his head. "You can't hurt me at all, just as I can't hurt you. We signed a blood oath."

"I..." Dumbledore lowered his hand weakly and said with a wry smile, "I...well, but Gellert, what you do is also planting trees, and you will one day be swallowed by the bitter fruit you planted. , The fire you set in Paris twelve years ago will burn on your head one day..."

"Bitter fruit? Do you mean your little actions? Let a miraculous zoologist come to ruin me? When the student you admire was expelled, he hypocritically sympathized with him, and then one day send him to the most evil and most evil in the world. Where is the mighty and cruelest black wizard to die?" Grindelwald sneered, turned his head and said, "You don't really think I'm going to fall into his hands? I even wondered if I killed him. You are sad, if you don't cherish talents, how could I give him so many opportunities?"

"Come on, Gellert," Dumbledore avoided talking about Grindelwald. "You put yourself too high. It's not good. You have no right to decide the fate of others."

"Hahaha, Albus, you should go to your country to be a politician!"

Grindelwald opened his arms and laughed wildly, and the Volterra bat above Paris was also agitated by his actions. It stirred like a thick smoke, and it was about to swallow the buildings and even the entire city under him-as far as the sky in the distance. Suddenly there was a clear bird's song, a small but hot figure rushed into the black fog, and the restless land bat instantly calmed down.

"Is it Fox?" Grindelwald glanced over there, then turned his head, waved to show Dumbledore the city under his feet, and said intoxicated, "Albus, look, although people have memories, they also have memories. Time, let alone a city-twelve years ago, the city under our feet was burned by a fierce fire, but you see, it has recovered, and it is even more prosperous than before-Muggles We don't know this at all. They lack perception, how can they remember the pain? Besides, the so-called pain is just sacrificing some insignificant characters to make them the nourishment for a more glorious future. Albus! Everything For the greater good!"

"History exists in memory, and one day it will be concluded."

"You're talking empty words again, Albus, is this another famous epigram from where you copied it?" Grindelwald stepped forward, staring into Dumbledore's eyes and asked, "Could it be Are you not doing the same thing? Seeing that the previous proud disciple seems to have nothing to do with me, so the old tricks are used to force another student away? History exists in memory? There are more than just traces of seductive thoughts on his body. , You even lost a curly-winged demon on him, and now you come over to tell me about memory? You told me that history exists in memory? You are a master at playing with memory, if it weren't for a ghost in your school, you would even bother You are going to play with history, do you think you are qualified to say this to me?"

"I……"

"I'm just solving the inequality. A city of Muggles is smaller than all wizards, so I chose to sacrifice them, I repeat! For the greater good, these sacrifices are insignificant!"

"Don't you think Ariana's death is irrelevant?" Dumbledore could no longer control his expression, roared, and with a wave of his hand, the magical power from the tip of the wand cut off a corner of the tower platform.

Hearing these words, Grindelwald's expression froze. He stood silently opposite Dumbledore. The two people looked in opposite directions. Except for the corners of the clothes and hair that were blown by the wind, the scene at this time seemed to be A frame of stop motion animation.

"Are you here this time to discuss these old things with me?" After a long time, Grindelwald spoke slowly, and his tone was no longer as confident as he was before. He sighed, not knowing where to take out a cigarette. , Hung in his mouth, and kept rumbling on his body. After a while, he turned around empty-handed and said, "Oh, I lost my lighter that time. I never smoked again. I thought I was early I quit, but...haha."

Grindelwald laughed dryly, took the cigarette in his mouth and threw it aside, crushed it with his toes, and said earnestly, "I think what happened back then was definitely not what any of us wanted to see, I thought Today will be a touching reunion, but... if you have to mention the old things today, then I will not escape, I admit that in my life, I did some wrong things, but believe it or not, I Everything is done so that these tragedies will never happen again."

"So you set fire to Paris? Let countless family wives scattered, and families destroyed?" Dumbledore gradually grasped the initiative of the conversation, and pursued his victory. "Their tragedy is not a tragedy? Is it just you-Gellert Green Is the tragedy that Dewo admits is a tragedy?"

"I never said that, but for the benefit of the majority, it is necessary for the minority to bear some bad things. This is a necessary sacrifice."

"You're already poor in words, Gellert." Dumbledore's lips curled up and said mockingly. "But I don't want to argue with you today. I just want to tell you that I don't blame you for what happened back then. Ariana is I killed it."

"Back then...what?" Grindelwald widened his eyes and seemed to have completely lost his ability to manage expressions. He retorted in surprise, "No, no, we all know what happened at that time, she—"

"No," Dumbledore stepped forward, approached the surprised Grindelwald, staring into his eyes, and said, "One of my students taught me this. When a riot broke out, everyone wearing shoes was The murderer who tramples on others, let alone a relative like me... although she and him may disagree."

Dumbledore showed a bitter expression, shook his head helplessly, and repeated, "Although they may not agree..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, who was completely different from the past. As this conversation turned into a dispute, you two of them took a step forward, and I took a step forward. At the beginning, the two separated sides were about to face each other.

"This student of yours is Nelson Wiltning?" Grindelwald asked suddenly nonchalantly.

"Yes, it's him." Dumbledore didn't deny it, but the moment he heard the name, a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

"I think he is better than you." Grindelwald shrugged. "After I personally told him about his life, he could even chat with me without changing his face-at that moment I felt his killing intent, but It disappeared immediately, do you know? Albus, I think if one day in the future can die in his hands, that will be a really interesting and meaningful way to die."

"What did you do with him?" Dumbledore asked nervously. "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything. I just helped him recognize his talent. I didn't even help him expel the Curly Winged Demon who was hidden by your side."

"that's not me--"

"Who knows?" Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore's argument again, and said triumphantly, "Compared to the principal who forced him to leave, I feel that everything I do is more like a qualified educator, I I gave him a place to stay in troubled times, and I opened the Numongarde Library for him. I told him everything that happened that year without reservation. I immediately started the dispute with your dementia principal. He arranged for him to go to the safest place, and arranged for the best educators among the saints to teach him the lessons for the next few years. I even paid for him to eat casually in the restaurant downstairs... Don't worry, Albus , You may look down on him, but he is a treasure to me, a person who has never appeared in the future I predict, he will surprise you!"

Dumbledore looked terrified, his eyes full of worry.

"No? You're not thinking about cutting weeds and roots?" Grindelwald said with an exaggerated expression. "You tell me, I believe he will surprise me too. Sometimes I even think that he won't be you. Dedicated to my heir, the same prophetic talent as me, good magical talent, and that insight and mind. I am already surprised that a man with the upper body of a winged demon can walk to Europe alive. , I didn't expect him to do better!"

"Gellert, our business shouldn't be carried over to the next generation." Dumbledore took another step forward, almost touching Grindelwald, and he said seriously, "You shouldn't be like this."

"I just gave him hatred, gave him a chance, and finally gave him strength," Grindelwald spread his hands as if to embrace Dumbledore, "just like you did back then."

"You are too narrow, you think of others as narrow as you," Dumbledore suddenly stretched out his hands ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and hugged Grindelwald tightly, and leaned to the side in his surprised eyes. With a leap, "Although I can't hurt you, I can pull you to hurt myself."

"I have to say, you are a lot smarter." Grindelwald fell sharply down in Dumbledore's arms. He spread his arms and felt the wind around his body. He laughed heartily, pointing his finger in the distance. A tall building burned, and then he hugged Dumbledore with his backhand and smiled, "If you keep holding like this, I am willing to accompany you to die, but there is another proud disciple of yours in that building, the first in grade. Tom Marvolo Riddle, he was also fortunate to participate in our ceremony."

After all, Grindelwald closed his eyes and enjoyed the weightlessness and the thrill of soaring heart rate caused by the fall. The wind around him became so subtle that he could even hear Dumbledore's heartbeat.

Halfway through, he suddenly felt his arms empty, opened his eyes, and the fire in that building went out.

Grindelwald smiled, closed his eyes, and fell freely. The conversation was meaningless, but he was very happy.

When he was about to bottom out, he suddenly disappeared with the Volterra bats entrenched in the sky above Paris. The noon sun shone abruptly on the earth, enveloping the whole city in the light. With the arrival of the sun, the temperature of Paris was also Slowly rising. Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 138 Reunion Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort [Jump]

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