My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 243

Dear teacher Andre:

Hello!

It's been a long time since I saw you, I don't know if you have calmed down.

Five years ago, the disappointing departure of the school celebration was the last thing I regretted in recent years. I did not expect that it was the last time I and you met. Unfortunately, this parting may continue, dear teacher, forgive me. I failed to apologize to you, forgive me for not saying goodbye, forgive me for not taking the path you prepared for me, forgive me for setting foot in the future that you think is hopeless.

However, even though you are my mentor, I still have to say one thing. I always think that the power of words alone can no longer affect this era. No amount of shocking words can awaken the drunken people from their carnival. As a graduate of the Department of Literature, I realized that only more straightforward numbers and words can hit the hearts of most people-this is what you have been puzzled by, why I chose to become a journalist.

Teacher, I have to tell you that although you have always looked down on my profession and even refused to give me a diploma, what I did seems to be not bad. The job of a reporter is very different from the documentary literature we learned in the college. , I need to describe a major event that just happened in the shortest possible time. I also have to make sure that my report can be understood by anyone who can read the words or understand other people's newspapers. I can't even report. Expressing any of my own thoughts and opinions in the game—at first I was not used to it. As you said, this seems to be a kind of text that no one can write without nutrition, but after two years in the industry, I finally understand and pass on Information, this seems to be the most fundamental meaning of words and language.

I have not let go of my interests, even though you always say that my interests are boring pastimes, and even use my theories to refute me-I betrayed my class, I betrayed my identity, but I always think that a person can Becoming a person always depends on his choice, he may lack the ability, but must have the right to choose.

I am tired of walking around in the reception, I am tired of writing those boring poems for the rich lady, I am tired of those gorgeous rhetoric and the rotten, **** streets behind them, I want to find something that can make this world a better place Methods!

Sorry, teacher, I am not the person you were expecting.

But what I have done is not meaningless. More and more citizens have realized that domestic oppression is abnormal, and their will to war against the outside world is mostly derived from the guidance of those in power, and more and more. Encouraged by people who share the same ideas as me, the people of urged the authorities to leave the war and rest and rest. They no longer indulge in the glory of the empire, and only want to give most of the people in this country food and clothing. , Everything is moving in a good direction-but that was already a few years ago.

In March four years ago, I applied to the newspaper for a permanent residence in Paris. The atmosphere here is great. Although most people and the country generally do not have a clear understanding of the situation, their attitude is completely opposite to that of the country. Parisians have a prosperous nature. It also seems to have affected their attitude towards war. They seem to be more confident than us. Of course, as victors, they do have confident capital.

However, under this blind confidence, I even feel that they will soon be the next target of our country. Although they are equally powerful, they are more vulnerable at the same time.

All this makes me more worried...

But I can't do anything, dear teacher, I don't know what's going on in China. I've almost cut off contact now. The newspaper I'm working in has not contacted me for more than two months. Last month, before leaving, out of concern, I once wanted to return to my country to see, but I was surprised to find that I was regarded as an enemy by my country. I had to huddle in my hometown with the help of some enthusiastic distant relatives during a tense journey of a week.

One hundred years ago, a great man was born in my hometown of Trier, but today, one hundred years later, I can only hide in my hometown.

This is really funny.

I can't go home anymore. Even now, I am still nesting in my new home in the UK to write this letter to you. I looked at it, and there happened to be a postbox at the door. I'll drop the letter in later.

My wife and I live together. This is a beautiful little house. There is an open space at the door for residents to convert into a garden. The craftsmanship that you let us help your house weeding all the year can finally be used.

Speaking of, Mr. André, maybe you have no chance to attend my wedding. I met a beautiful lady in France two years ago. Her name is Bella, which fits all my imagination of a perfect woman—beauty, Knowledge, love to read, and make delicious soup. I soon fell in love with her. In fact, from the first time I saw her, I knew that she was the one I was willing to die in her arms. woman.

Bella has a father who loves her and an eccentric sister. Her father is a melancholy and majestic man, who has the qualities of a poet than anyone I have ever seen. Unfortunately, he is not good at writing and he is also very good at writing. No interest. Her younger sister is a funny girl. She once told me secretly that she is a witch. If there is magic in the world, it would be fine. In that way, many sad stories can have a happy ending. Although tragedies are often more shocking, no one will reject a family story, will they?

Bella is a girl who has been deeply hurt by the war, which makes me so sad and pity.

Three years ago, her mother tragically passed away under the bombardment of our national army. Her father was depressed for several years until Bella agreed to my marriage proposal. I still remember that day when this man took his daughter's Hand, hand it into my hand—a man from the same country as a servant who committed heinous atrocities against his lover.

He didn't say anything, but I knew that this man had let go of all his worries. As expected, he carried his gun at home on the battlefield two weeks later. After the Battle of the Somme two years ago, he was burnt to nothing. The bottom half of the rifle was sent home with a trilby he loved the most during his lifetime—this was his only relic.

He once said that when I got married with Bella, he gave me this hat... After all, he did not keep his promise, and the trilby hat on top of his head reminds me all the time that I am lost again. A person worth cherishing.

This is all the war has brought us, dear teacher, do you still think my work is meaningless?

I can't see that Bella is depressed every day. At the beginning of this year, I suggested that we move away from this sad land together. I quit my job in the newspaper that you have never looked down upon. I moved to the UK with Bella. I just settled down today and I can't wait. To write you this letter.

Dear teacher, how are you doing? Is the body still healthy? Forget it, you are about to retire. I miss the sunflowers in your garden so much, although every time we weed our brothers and sisters will be stabbed all over, I miss you and your family so much. During the happy time spent at Heisenberg University, I missed my motherland so much. I used to grow up but watched it slide into the abyss of the motherland. I miss that peaceful time so much. Everyone thinks about it. The smiles of my family work hard, this is the most romantic look I can't write with a pen.

Forgive your stupid student for not becoming a poet. Even so, you are still the most respected person in my life.

Hope you can forgive me.

Your student: Jonas Nicklaus

September 28, 1918

Jonas, who came to London for the first time, didn't know that the still-looking postbox downstairs in their house had been abandoned. He would never know. It was precisely because of the postbox that the letter was left unharmed. It was silent for twenty years in an undisturbed confined space, and was picked up by two passing teenagers and stuffed into a new mailbox after twenty years.

This strong postbox is like a taciturn guard, who has been silently guarding the last letter in his life for twenty years, waiting for an impossible postman.

He would never know that the postman who found this letter in the new postbox cherished it because of its ancient stamps and dates, and took the most dedicated attitude to deliver this letter after twenty years. , A perfect delivery was completed in this era of extremely high rate of loss in international mailing.

He would never know that this letter arrived in Germany via Poland on an ocean liner named "Icarus", and shortly after the letter was delivered, his favorite nephew set foot on the same The ship embarked on the same journey.

He would never know that his respected teacher Andre had forgiven him as early as that anniversary. While he opposed the fact that he did not embark on a literary road, Andre was more pleased than anyone else. On the day of the school celebration, when he saw his students from a distance, Andre waited for him to come up and apologize to himself, and then he could introduce his most admired student to the press who came to the celebration with a laugh. .

But Andre did not wait for his apology after all, and he was really unwilling to give up his best student, so he secretly helped him build the bridge and pave the road, and Jonas had the privilege of interviewing wherever he wanted to. It comes from his outstanding ability-there may be reasons for this, but it is more of Andrei's good intentions like an old father.

The secret of this wonderful fate can only be fermented in coincidences and misses, until more than two decades later, it was revealed by Nelson who occasionally turned over to the student roster of Heisenberg University.

Why is Andre so dear to Muggle literary works, why is he too literate as a wizard, why he always takes care of himself — after linking Andre to the name on the letter, Nelson has it answer.

All this seems to have its own will, and fate seems too cruel to some people.

The good news is that this letter was not undelivered, and Jonas also regained contact with his teacher before his death. In fact, the reason why Andre, who is a high-ranking high-ranking man in Nymongard, appeared in Iraq. The reason on the Carlos was because of Barry on the one hand, and because he was one of the people who came to mourn Jonas.

On that cloudy afternoon, among the serious-faced people from Trier, there was Andrei carefully disguised.

He knew Nelson long before Nelson knew him. Jonas once said that he wrote a letter to his wizard friends, but Nelson didn't take it seriously.

However, Jonas, who has been in contact with countless strange anecdotes over the past few years, is not an idler. Like everything Andre has done for him, this gentleman has not only made himself a guiding light for his nephew, he is not in Nelson. Where he knew, Jonas also silently did a lot of things for him.

Jonas' wizard friends? Nelson did not receive any letter from them, and no strange owl flew in front of him.

Perhaps the only one among these so-called wizard friends is Andre who is a real wizard, or perhaps they have already learned about Nelson's situation and are just observing him in secret.

This is the case with Jonas, even after death, he can make the people he cherish feel extremely at ease.

Andre asked himself countless times, did he do the right thing?

After all, he went to the dock with a stomach of confusion, and Nelson said goodbye to Nelson who had returned to school.

Looking at the flagship that had retracted its huge anchor on the sea and was riding the wind and waves under the guard of the warship, Andre once again fell into self-doubt. He thought of Nelson's performance in Krakow over the past three years. He seemed to have done nothing, but it seemed that Did everything.

He thought of the sporadic weapons assembled in the German Muggle army, and his heart fluctuated even more.

Nelson did too many apostasy things. He shared the power of magic with Muggles, even if he made them mistakenly believe that this was really the result of his own research; he unscrupulously helped the invaders to arm themselves, even if the Muggle government in Germany was Newmont. Allies of Gad, Andre did not dare to imagine the success of their war of aggression. At present, the German Muggle army is also able to handle the encirclement and suppression of the Allied forces.

He sometimes even wondered if Nelson was a terrifying warmonger deep in his heart. It was really difficult for him to connect these actions with Jonas's decree.

But Nelson, who has accepted his status as a "prophet," knows well that this tragic landing is a full year earlier than in history. The history of mankind has undergone earth-shaking changes due to the flapping of butterfly wings. .

Time to return to the present.

Nelson's Apparition, who walked out of Grindelwald's room, moved to the top of the center. This has been his favorite place for three years. Looking down on the busy and neat army formation in all directions, Nelson snapped his fingers lightly.

"boom."

Nothing seems to have changed, but on the battlefield a hundred miles away, on the front line to the east, the hysterical German officers who rushed forward were horrified to find that the light in their hands had gone out.

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