My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 245

"mercy?"

Nelson shook his head and said, "I have never had any pity for anyone, especially when confronted with a servant. My impulse is even stronger than most people in the world-I just dislike it. Stupid, everyone's life has greater value than death on the battlefield, and I believe they will create their own meaning."

"This is already a kind of supreme mercy," Grindelwald said with a light smile, "what right do you have to measure the value of others or decide where they go? But you still did it, and it's all in me. As expected, believe it or not, I might know you better than anyone in the world."

"No one knows himself better than himself."

"No, Nelson!"

Grindelwald suddenly appeared in front of Nelson. Nelson didn't know when he changed to a standing posture. The surrounding light circulated rapidly. Soon, the two of them were already in a modern city lined with skyscrapers, and a real city. The difference is that the streets here are clean and clean. There is no pedestrian, not even the leaves or **** of the sidewalk trees. The buildings are just simple geometric stitching, like an enlarged model that has not been painted. Without details, Nelson looked at the surrounding scene and fell silent.

When Nelson walked here for the first time, he recognized the modern society that made him think about it, but contrary to his mood, he has always avoided revisiting the old place these years, just like a sensual person. I won't set foot in the theater where I was holding hands with my former lover again.

On the one hand, Nelson was puzzled by Grindelwald's intention to bring himself here, and on the other hand, he was surprised at his mastery of the illusion. Compared with himself who seemed to be born with the lost of fog, Grindelwald's understanding of this world is always Refresh your knowledge time and time again.

And all of this became unimportant in the next second. Grindelwald looked at Nelson with scorching eyes, and his face was full of excitement. This kind of performance is rare for a wizard like him who is good at hiding himself. Soon, Nelson couldn't control his expression.

I saw Grindelwald raising his arms high, his head held high, and he looked at the tall building in front of them in a prayer-like posture. Soon, this solid white world happened under the feet of the two of them. Variety.

The first is a cement brick at Grindelwald's feet, which suddenly has a color!

It is the kind of red bricks that often appeared in Nelson's dreams many years ago, stained with soil, depicting repetitive patterns that can be connected with another brick, and bricks that appear on every sidewalk in every city.

This brick seems to have traveled through time and space, squeezed through the era abruptly, and appeared in front of Nelson.

"It's a beautiful brick, isn't it?" Grindelwald studied the patterns under his feet with interest, lowered his head and said, "For people nowadays, this kind of patterned floor is usually laid in the home, thinking Think of the dirt roads in London, walking on it on a rainy day is hard to say."

After all, he gently stepped on this red floor tile with his foot.

"Crack—"

Under Nelson's gaze, a cross-patterned crack appeared on the surface of the brick. Then, various familiar colors were squeezed out of the crack in the brick and sprayed in all directions of the city like a fountain.

Like splashing ink and mopping the floor, Nelson froze on the spot, too late to avoid the dyes rushing to him, but coincidentally, no drop of fuel splashed on the two of them. The colorful fountain was like a magical brush for everyone around Nelson. The sample scenes are all hung in color, and they are restored to their true appearance just right.

The building next to the building is reflected by the blue glass curtain wall of the sky, a cloud flies over from the height of about the twentieth floor, the rusty fire hydrant under your feet, the white-ash street trees below the waist, and the green willow leaves shed hot sunlight. But this didn't make Nelson even the slightest discomfort. On the contrary, he was bathed in the hot sun and breathed freely like a green plant.

"I'm very curious, what is this?" Nelson turned his head and saw Grindelwald pulling a bright yellow brick with a special pattern on the sidewalk with his feet. "It seems that the road above is reserved for pedestrians, I have to say , I like these trees that block the sun, but what is the yellow line in the middle?"

"That is a blind road, a road reserved for blind people to walk."

"Oh, that's the case!" Grindelwald suddenly realized, "The pattern above should be used to tell them where they are going. Is this the future you see? So..."

As if he could not find any adjectives for a while, he closed his mouth, and the scene became awkward for a while.

"So fragile." Grindelwald suddenly changed his tone and said coldly, "I don't know how many years from now this is the future, but they don't seem to be fundamentally different from the present. In fact, in my opinion, this It is no different from when human wisdom was first developed hundreds of thousands of years ago."

He bent down and gently inserted his fingers into the cracks in the floor tiles, and with a strong push, the cracked brick broke to the ground, exposing the moist soil underneath.

"Under the concealment of civilization, people still believe in barbarism," Grindelwald pinched an ant that was constantly kicking his legs with both hands, and threw it aside. "Aside from gold and jade, it is actually defeated. When I thought When this world will usher in great progress, it always presents me with disappointment."

Then, Grindelwald raised his head and looked towards the horizon. Following his gaze, Nelson saw an airplane with a flashing red light inserted diagonally from the clouds on the horizon. The model seemed to be a Boeing 767 and it appeared to be a 757. He can't remember a bit.

"Nelson, we see the same future." Grindelwald straightened his waist and watched the plane crash into the tallest building in the city. "Unfortunately, you have always been a gentle person. You can see the future people do The facilities prepared by people with limited mobility, you can see the shade provided by pedestrians, you can see the beautiful buildings and the glass curtain wall like a crystal palace, but I have seen it, no matter how many years in the past, internal friction and unlimited disputes Still the main theme of the world."

The plane slammed into the building slowly, and the plane was instantly smashed like a shoddy metal sheet. Under the impact of the plane, the building was cut off in the next second, the lower half trembled slightly, and the upper half went to the ground in despair. slide.

There were no other witnesses in this simulation of the disaster, no victims, and even the sound of steel bars breaking, glass breaking, fuel tank explosions, and broken stones falling to the ground were not heard. Under this silent look and feel, On the contrary, the disaster became more and more terrifying.

"Look," Grindelwald picked up the two newspapers that were blown by the blast from a distance, as if to prove his words, the politician on the page photo was frightened and indignant, and he handed the two newspapers to Nelson. "The world is still using different languages, and people's communication is still barriers. In the face of a disaster, people from different positions are still blaming each other. They will not think about how to solve the problem the first time, but instead focus on shirking responsibility. , How sad."

He let go, and the red fierce fire instantly swallowed the two newspapers. Looking at the ashes flying to the sky in the strong air current, Grindelwald patted his hands lightly.

Suddenly countless pedestrians appeared around the two of them. They were walking in a hurry, turning a blind eye to the crime that occurred in the alley beside them. Instead, they looked down at their watch and even accelerated their pace.

Immediately afterwards, the hostage-taking gangsters, the street fighting army and the bullying gangsters, like the actors on the curtain call of a stage play, carried out their own atrocities while walking closer and out of the alleys beside them.

"This is the civilian you want to protect, this is the Muggle you expect to give the opportunity," Grindelwald sneered, "Do you think they will cherish the opportunity you reward? They don't even know that their living comes from At your mercy, I support you in doing everything you want to do, but I really want to ask, will everything you do really make them grateful?"

Nelson did not speak, but silently looked at a thin young man in the alley who was stopped asking for money. He rubbed his eyes. The memory had become less real. He had long forgotten. At this time, he was The bully or the abuser, maybe both.

"I noticed that you haven't used your magic wand for a long time," Grindelwald seems to be really as he said, cherishing Nelson's affairs. "The combination of black walnut and dragon heartstring, fourteen inches, twelve trees I helped you remove the traces attached to the British Ministry of Magic, but I always see you cast spells with another magic wand. I think you know why."

"That wand is more suitable for polymorphism."

"Oh, Nelson, you're not being candid again," Grindelwald said with a shrug. "In the theory of Ollivander, the best British wand maker, the nature of the wand and the characteristics of its owner often reflect each other. I don't know when, when you used that black walnut wand, you found that your once handy spell appeared a bit stagnant. This situation became more and more serious afterwards, so that when you use it to fight the enemy later, you only Can choose guerrilla, every complex and powerful magic is not even as good as the branches you picked from the roadside, do you know why?"

"I……"

"Even though Ollivander adds adjectives like'powerful' to every material, we all know that this is just for selling. In fact, black walnut can only be delivered in a plethora of materials. The kind in the hands of a genius, but it has a demanding requirement for using its own wizard," Grindelwald stared into Nelson's eyes and said word by word, "It requires the user to ask his own heart from time to time, only Only those who are sincere to yourself can exert its greatest magic power, Nelson, tell me, when did you feel that you are not able to do what you want when using it?"

Nelson silently put his hand in his pocket and grasped the wand that he bought at the age of eleven for seven gallons and thirteenth. It trembled, as if responding to his master who hadn't fought together for a long time. It seems to be resisting this self-deceiving hypocrite.

"Your attitude towards Muggle Wars is your attitude towards yourself." Grindelwald stared at Nelson with falcon-like eyes, as if countless kinds of emotions flowed slowly in the different colored pupils, "You Longing for war, longing to be in it, stirring it upside down, causing your enemies to suffer heavy losses, you want to anger, you want to destroy, you want to slaughter, you want to make the people who bring you pain to pay the price, you are better than Any wizard is more like a wizard, you are high above, your feet are dusty, you sit on the roof of the center and use a snap of your fingers to wipe out their years of hard work. You are playing with those illiterate soldiers like an ant. Cao, you gave them hope and destroyed them with your own hands at the last time. The most interesting thing is that there is no drop of blood on your hands."

"This will make the war end faster." Nelson gripped the wand in his pocket and said softly.

"Yeah, you are always so rational. You can use the number of prisoners to reason about the proliferation of dementors. You can measure human lives on a scale without fluctuations, but you always shrink at critical moments," Grind Wo's tone became high-pitched. He opened his arms and countless different types of missiles attacked the city from all directions. "I don't know what is holding you back, but you can obviously live the way you want. You have what others don't have. Everything! They are just under the flag for you in fighting! You know everything, you can see farther, and you can lead them to a better future!"

Grindelwald waved his hands, and an invisible barrier unfolded over the city, stopping all the raindrops of missiles. The hurried passers-by stopped and faced the man in the long windbreaker and trilby who appeared above the barrier. The wizard paid homage.

"Is it because you are reluctant to violate their freedom? Is it because you don't want to hurt their autonomy? Is it because you respect their dignity?" Grindelwald's voice was perplexed with passion ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Believe me , When you can bring each of them to perform their own duties, endless resources, no conflicts, no wars, they themselves will step on those boring things under their feet, this is the bounden duty of wizards like us! "

"No, you are wrong, Grindelwald."

Nelson drew the black walnut wand from his pocket and pointed it gently at Grindelwald. In that moment, the scene of the disaster above his head was completely shattered, and the pedestrians worshiping in the surrounding busy streets disappeared in an instant, and the whole world was undergoing earth-shaking changes. Some roads have become wider, and some paths have become more and more cramped, but after all, they are no longer the orderly appearance in Grindelwald's eyes. The young mother on the street is teasing the child in her arms with leaves, in the distance. The hawkers and the customers negotiate the prices intimately. In the school on the corner, children of all sizes are running on the court (no one is stepping). They may not be that good, but they are not that bad.

"In this world, there may be conflicts happening every moment, but more people's lives are still irrelevant. It is a fallacy for you to throw cruel nature into the society of intelligent creatures," Nelson flipped his wrist. The surrounding scene fell apart like broken glass. He cast his gaze on Grindelwald, looked at him courageously, and said firmly, "There may be good and bad points in human ability, conduct, or other things, but No one."

Grindelwald looked at the lingering silver light on Nelson's wand, was silent for a long time, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and disappeared in front of Nelson.

"I, wait and see."

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