My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 146

"Reunited after a long time, huh?"

Jacob kept his jaw-dropping motion, suddenly stayed in place, looking out the window with his mouth open, his eyes unblinking, until Nelson saw Grindelwald coming out from behind the shelf, he realized that Jacob had been caught. The petrification spell locked the movement and was difficult to move.

Grindelwald took off a glove, picked up a biscuit from the shelf, bit it down, and made a crisp sound. He nodded in satisfaction, enjoying the craftsmanship that Jacob was proud of, chewing slowly, and then swallowing it. , There was a clear and audible sound of food sliding through the pipe in the silent shop.

"It's touching, isn't it?" Grindelwald said to Nelson with his arm supporting the cabinet and looking out the window. "This kind of drama, two friends who live in different worlds have reunited after a long time, but because of force majeure they forget each other, how... …Well, how intoxicating."

"Mr. Grindelwald?" Nelson greeted softly.

"Oh! Nelson!" Grindelwald clapped his hands as if he had just seen Nelson, and said in surprise, "Ah...you are here, do you like it?"

"Yes, Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson said with a frown and nodded. "If you can unlock Mr. Kowalski's petrification curse, so much the better."

"Speaking of it, the two of us have reunited after a long time." Grindelwald didn't seem to hear Nelson's request. He pulled a chair and sat at the table next to the window where guests could rest, watching the street with his chin on his arm. The scenery above, "Did White bring you to Ifamoni? How was the teaching there? Are you still used to it?"

"Fortunately, the level of the teachers of Ifamoni is also very high, not worse than Hogwarts."

"By the way, do you know when I came?"

Nelson passed by Jacob, walked to Grindelwald, and squeezed Jacob's arm easily. He found that Jacob's body was unusually stiff, not as if he had been petrified.

He walked to the table, pulled away the chair opposite Grindelwald, and asked, "Mr. Grindelwald, why don't you solve the curse on Mr. Kowalski first, so that we can talk more easily."

"Do you sympathize with him?" Grindelwald suddenly raised his head and asked Nelson's eyes.

"I... Mr. Grindelwald, what are you talking about? I just don't think we two should have a Muggle standing by and eavesdropping." Nelson shrugged. He only knew that Grindelwald hated Muggles. I don't know his specific attitude, so I thought about the words and said, "That's a little shameful."

"Look, you're still not frank enough," Grindelwald smiled and put down his arms, turned to face Nelson, waved his hand, bottles and cans emptied from the shelves one by one, and they perfectly formed a table. After afternoon tea, he pointed his finger and the clear water in the transparent glass jar began to boil, "If you are afraid of eavesdropping, then you don't need to mind at all. He can't hear outside sounds. When the magic is lifted, his thinking will change for a few minutes. There is no difference before."

"Well, I just think that you must have something important when you come to America, so..." Nelson shrugged.

"My business is not important, your business is more important," Grindelwald picked up a biscuit again and joked, "So you still sympathize with this Muggle. In fact, I also like him very much. He does have a set of desserts. My Muggle is what I accept—everyone has their own strengths and each performs their duties, which is great."

"That's awesome." Nelson said insincerely and applauded.

"You don't think it's great." Grindelwald turned his head and stared at Nelson with his right eye. Nelson looked at his gradually whitening pupils and moved his eyes. He continued, "It just happens that there is nothing to do this afternoon. Let's play. A game."

"Game?" Nelson asked suspiciously.

"Yes, the game can be considered as the leader of Newmontgard to check the learning results of the residents-you can also understand it as an invitation to a duel, but you are still young, so too weak, I am afraid My magic tears you to pieces easily." Grindelwald turned his face to Nelson again, both eyes returned the same wink, he glanced at the sign and pointed to the stiffened Jacob and said, "This hemp Mr. Gua, Ya—"

"Jacob Kowalski." Seeing Grindelwald's shell, Nelson said.

"Yes, Jacob Kowalski, you know, I don't remember the names of those unknown people," Grindelwald shrugged and continued to ask, "Have you learned the dueling spell? I mean, This course should be called Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"Learned," Nelson nodded, "but I only studied for a year, I don't know—"

"It doesn't matter," Grindelwald was very happy. He clapped his hands and raised his eyebrows. "For a pitiful person, how much he can comprehend a curse depends on his understanding, not his contact. How long should you have only been in first grade, right?"

"Yes," Nelson narrowed his eyes. He became increasingly confused about what Grindelwald wanted to do. He leaned on the chair in front of him and asked softly, "Mr. Grindelwald, what do you want to do?"

"What I don't want to do? I just want to get back the joy of wizard duels. Since I became the notorious dark wizard, no one has dared to fight me again," Grindelwald said with a shrug. " Now, I want to teach you a spell, a very simple but very practical spell. It is called a disarming spell, do you know?"

"I know." Nelson just wanted to say that he would actually do it, and he closed his mouth after thinking about it.

"If, in the next duel, you win me, that is, take my wand away with the disarming curse, then I will, as you wish, untie the curse on Mr. Kovasir," Grindelwald He seemed to think he was a boring game genius, he became more and more intoxicated, and said excitedly, "But if you lose, that is, if you don't take my wand from my hand, then you can only wait until twelve hours later. The curse was lifted on its own. This curse is the prototype of the petrified curse. It needs to be cast with ancient magic texts, so it is more powerful and more effective. Only a special anti-curse can be solved."

Nelson nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Listen well, the spell is called'Weapon except you'. For a long time, it was the first spell taught by Durmstrang students," Grindelwald took out the scarred one from his arms. The old magic wand said seriously, "I look forward to it, its spellcasting action is like this—"

Grindelwald raised his arms and was about to demonstrate to Nelson. When he read the first syllable, a red light suddenly filled the shop.

"Except for your weapons."

After a loud noise, Nelson held his wand in the smoke and pointed directly at where Grindelwald had just stood.

"Yes, Nelson, your spell is full of anger, and strong emotions are the only magic weapon to amplify any spell." The smoke cleared, Grindelwald stood on the spot and said approvingly, holding his wand. I don't have to teach you spells and wait for you to practice it. Since you can, then I will talk about the next rules."

"You speak." Nelson realized that he couldn't make a sneak attack, lowered his arms, and listened to Grindelwald's rules.

"You can use any spell to increase your chances of hitting, but I can only sit here and use the most basic spells to resist or dodge. These spells will not exceed the first grade." Grindelwald continued to explain, he swung Waving the magic wand, the shelves on the side and the bread on the shelves recovered as before, "Okay, you can start, I look forward to your performance."

"Okay," Nelson nodded, walked quietly to Newt's box, and drew the black walnut wand bought at Ollivander's wand store from the inner pocket of his clothes. "I'm ready."

"That won't work," Grindelwald saw through Nelson's movements, and with a wave of his hand, Newt's box flew into the baking room behind Jacob. With a "bang", the door of the baking room closed firmly, Green. Dewo pretended to wipe his sweat and said, "I can't let you release the stuff in there, otherwise it will be messed up here."

He looked at the pastries around him, as if he hadn't noticed that small drops of water began to condense on the shelves, and under his feet, the white mist was slowly rising.

"Mr. Grindelwald, is the person who just passed by the door Miss Queenie?" Nelson asked suddenly, standing behind the shelf. He looked in the direction of Jacob. The baker's face had already begun because he kept a movement for a long time. Redness, which made Nelson a little anxious.

"Do you know her?" Grindelwald nodded and turned to Jacob Nunu. "She is a precious talent in Newmontgard. I heard that she had been in love with this Muggle before?"

"I don't know," Nelson's voice came from the other side of the shelf, Grindelwald's eyes looked in that direction, and he could see that he really enjoyed this "duel", so even if he only took a second Then Nelson can be caught, he still looked around looking for it, Nelson continued, "I only saw Senior Newt calling out'Queenie' and then chasing it out."

"That's right, you don't know them, but Newt's departure is exactly what I want to achieve," Grindelwald nodded, "I think this is still necessary, although he can hardly pose a threat to me, but he Still a difficult opponent, I gave him the chance to reunite with my friend after a long time, but I hope he will not disturb my long-lost reunion with my friend."

"Did you let Queenie lead him away?" Nelson's voice came from the other direction.

"It's pretty fast," Grindelwald continued, looking at the direction of Nelson's voice, "What are you talking about? It makes us like sneaky people. I just give them an old man. Opportunity for friends to get together."

"Indeed," the lost fog deformed by Nelson has gone past Grindelwald's ankle, and at the moment it passed the ankle, it skyrocketed several times faster than before. "Mr. Grindelwald, I just need to let the wand from you. Is it a win if you leave with your hand?"

"Yes," as soon as the voice fell, Grindelwald saw the tossing white mist over his waist and spreading rapidly toward his upper body. He was pleasantly surprised, "Nelson, did you do this?"

"Yes." Nelson's voice came from all directions.

"Really good," Grindelwald reached into the fog, seeming to have tasted it, and continued, "It seems that Andre is not wrong, Nelson, is this a fog?"

"Yes it is."

"I think you are wasting this." Grindelwald can't see clearly, the whole shop is filled with fog, it seems that his voice is a bit dull, Grindelwald's voice comes from the fog, "This is not only for others. You can't see clearly, you can't see clearly...but I said before that I won't move when I sit here, so hahaha, I think I can just surrender."

"But I still only have one chance," Nelson's voice not only came from all directions this time, "Mr. Grindelwald, I am coming."

"Nelson, when I have time, I will personally teach you magic. You will become the greatest wizard ever. I promise." Grindelwald felt that he was even talking in his own ear. The voice became more and more joyous, "When I was your size, I couldn't do this kind of thing."

"You are too modest."

Grindelwald suddenly felt a tightness in his hand, something seemed to grab his wrist.

"Nelson, you are a wizard. Did you create this fog to take the wand directly from my hand?" Grindelwald felt the drag force coming from him, turned around and laughed, "That can't count you. Win, after all—"

His words were interrupted by another red light, but this red light came from in front of him. It was so close that Grindelwald squinted his eyes for a while.

"Except for your weapon~www.mtlnovel.com~ Nelson said softly, took the magic wand that was flying towards him, and the mist of the room rushed to the tip of his wand with the wand in his hand. He was caught by the wand in the blink of an eye. Absorb as much as possible.

"Mr. Grindelwald, your conditions are not good for you."

Grindelwald was holding a porcelain plate full of small square pastries, turned his head, and watched Nelson put the scarred wand back on his table.

"No, letting you fight with me is the most unfavorable condition for you," Grindelwald laughed. It seemed that for him, being defeated was a very happy thing. He put down the plate and picked up the table. He took out a big bill from his pocket and pressed it under the plate, saying, "This is my second duel this year. Although I lost, I am very happy."

"Who was it with for the first time?" Nelson asked.

"Your focus is really strange. The other is a German rod maker, a weak fellow," Grindelwald looked at Nelson with a strange look, and said, "You should pay more attention to your victory. You, Nelson Wiltning, are the only wizard who can defeat me in a formal duel in more than a decade."

Nelson just found it inexplicable, it was not a duel at all, and the most important thing at the moment was to lift the curse on Jacob. I am jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 146, the weird duel invite Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Please click [Jump]

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