My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 246

"Sorry, my old friend."

Standing on the central dome of Krakow above all the buildings, the faintly smell of gunpowder westerly wind engulfed Nelson with sand and dust, but when it approached him, it split on both sides, looking at the slowly sinking sun. , The warm orange light seemed unusually abrupt in the atmosphere at this moment.

The wind blew Nelson's windbreaker behind him, and the messy blond hair that had not been trimmed for a month was fluttering behind his head, making him stand upright like a banner that was diagonally inserted on the battlefield.

The setting sun stretched his shadow long, and the boundary of the shadow appeared black and white on the orange-stained roof.

In the distant horizon, a group of white doves that shouldn't have been there lined up like wild geese and flew past the sunset. Not far away, the sergeant's pressing training sounds became more and more leisurely. These training sounds seemed to be dedicated to them. The shadow is prepared for dubbing.

The shadow fell to Nelson's side, passed his face and body, and finally fell on the roof behind him, like a group of crows struggling in the flames, unconvinced, they spread their wings and opened their mouths to sing death. The ballad.

Nelson's windbreaker stretched backwards under the fierce wind, and on the roof, a falcon standing proudly staring coldly at the noisy birds overhead.

He took the wand in his hands with both hands and gently held it in front of him, as he did when he first encountered it in Ollivander's wand shop a few years ago, making the same actions as Tom did.

Nelson lowered his head, gently pressed his bloodless lips to the dry stick handle that had not been used for a long time, and kissed it gently.

"Hello, my old friend."

Nelson lowered his hand and held his wand. The tip of the wand condensed a little silver light like a firefly. Although the light was faint, it was still so conspicuous under the still strong sunset.

He seemed to be talking with his own magic wand, and he seemed to be talking with the falcon in the shadow behind him.

Immediately afterwards, his forearm muscles tightened, raised his arm, and gave a strong wave to the front.

In front of the emptiness, a dense and even small spot of light suddenly lit up. The finest water vapor in the air may seem insignificant to most people, but it is very obvious in Nelson's eyes.

Nelson closed his eyes, and the scattered little water drops suddenly gathered around him, covering him completely, as if adding an old filter to a photo.

Soon, Nelson, who was surrounded by the water mist, walked out of it, leaving the original human-shaped water mist on the spot becoming more and more solid. When he turned around, a person exactly like himself was looking at him with a smile. There is still a hint of blue at the tips of her hair, and a drop of water is flowing down the temples to her chin.

The mist condensed Nelson nodded at him, curiously imitating his movements.

Under the control of magic, his face and posture changed rapidly, and every second he changed into a person Nelson had ever met. Not long after, there were not a few people left in Nelson's memory, and he was right. The deformation of flowing water has become more and more skillful.

Nelson lowered his head and looked at his hands. For the wizard, sometimes growth is as simple as that. It is clear that he is no different from half a day ago, but he seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of Grindelwald, Nelson finally got the approval of his own magic wand. At the same time, his memory and fate became one at this moment. Nelson finally embraced himself, proud. The cowardly soul finally became complete, and the knowledge accumulated over the years was also important at this time to find a catharsis, which rushed out like a monstrous river. This conversation clearly did not talk about any magic-related topics, or even Nelson's heart. There is still confusion, but he finally changed.

Nelson felt that the magic power belonging to the ancient wizard family was active in his body, and it yearned for freedom and catharsis. His wrists flipped dexterously, and the human figure formed by the water mist in front of him was once again divided into two, a man and a woman, two adults standing in front of him. The man wore blue robes embroidered with gold rims, and the women wore them. They held hands. Start, nod and smile at yourself.

He felt the heartbeat of a magic wand in his hand, and felt the closeness of the ubiquitous water vapor. At this moment, the wizard called "Wiltening by the Creek" finally appeared in the world again after more than ten years of silence. on.

He closed his eyes again, and the two figures merged into one. The figure of Jonas Nicklaus gradually became clear in front of Nelson, but he did not open his eyes, did not confide in the suppressed emotions in his heart for many years, and did not rush. Into the arms of the illusion in front of you.

Jonas looked at the grown-up nephew in front of him, smiled and nodded, took off the trilby and put it on Nelson's head as he did when he was playing around ten years ago.

At this time, Nelson finally opened his eyes. The figure in front of him has disappeared, and it has been transformed into water vapor and merged into the dry air. Finally, the afterglow of the sun poured out, and a small trace was drawn behind him. rainbow.

Nelson touched the top of his head, the soft hair, a little wet, he gave a smirk and disappeared where he was.

"...ZiZi...The enemy...counter-attack...ZiZi..."

The radio that stayed in place was leaning against the fence on the roof, still doing his last job.

"It's an eye-opener."

In Newmontgard, Tom, who walked through the "magic industrial zone" behind the distribution center on a track, couldn't help but feel shocked. Standing on top of a 100-meter-high steel castle, he was amazed, from the living area of ​​Newmondgard. Looking in this direction, you can only see the verdant mountains and continuous forests in the outskirts. I didn't expect that if I took the right path, what was supposed to be farmland would constitute a different world.

Such a magnificent building is just a slightly ordinary one in the cluster. The black oil-stained crawlers under his feet and the huge gears that line the cities give him a sense of dream through time and space, according to Barry. In other words, these gears only serve the load-bearing role of the viaduct. The reason why they grow like this depends only on the aesthetics of the planners of the industrial zone.

"This is a symbol that represents everyone working hard in their posts, and their work links are closely linked, and finally a person's ability is transformed into a person's efficiency." Barry said, "The structure of gears , Is responsible for the transmission power in the Muggle machinery. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's beautiful..." Tom nodded and asked, "How much can you produce every day?"

"I don't know this well, and I don't know how to tell you," Barry waved his hand and said, "There is a candy factory over there. It produces enough candy for every child in England, but it's next door. In the potion shop, it takes two weeks to produce a dozen of the signature blood potion."

"Blood potion?" Tom said in confusion, "I remember that it was a blood substitute invented for vampires. Does Newmont Gad even produce this kind of potion?"

"Of course," Barry raised his eyebrows, "All the potions that can be produced in the world can be seen in Numongard. Our potions have the most abundant types in the world."

"No, no," Tom, who realized that Barry would be wrong, waved his hand and explained. "I'm not saying that your technology is not up to it. I'm just curious why you produce this kind of potion. After all, there are not many vampires in the world, and they will buy it. It's even less, and a wizard who can make blood potions can make more and more valuable things in two weeks."

"You are the common idea of ​​most wizards who specialize in potions. To be honest, it's a bit narrow, Mr. Riddle," Barry explained. "Of course, our potion factory will do a lot of things that can be replaced by large ones. Take Kanon's potions, but with this efficiency, the more you make, the less you earn. In fact, we have succeeded in reducing the prices of several common potions in the world several times."

Tom recalled the price of potions in the UK. Indeed, Diagon Alley has always maintained a constant output over the years, but in Knockoff Alley, more and more unexplained cheap goods have become most wizards' products. Choosing, Professor Lien Slughorn sometimes complains that potions have become more and more difficult to sell in recent years, and instead make some more difficult customized potions to supplement the household.

As far as he knows, there are already many regular shops in Diagon Alley secretly buying goods in Knockover Alley, plus their own packaging is sold cheaply, and they don't even make less money. Tom nodded and listened with respect. Stance.

"If you are not humble, from potions to household magic items, from the most basic magic protective cloaks to alchemy equipment, the goods you buy from magic stores in any country in the world may have Newmont Gade after you open it. "The brand of the world," Barry said proudly, "Our production is beyond your imagination, and we have even used our excess capacity to produce non-magical goods to trade with Muggles. In this case, we will naturally Focus on those high-end, closed industries, such as the special potions for vampires. Just imagine if you are a vampire, you can easily find blood potions in a certain store. How about you later when you shop for other products , Will you choose here again?"

"You can't make much money like this," Tom raised his eyebrows. "The speculators make more."

"I know that some wizards will secretly sell our goods at their prices, but we don't care. On the contrary, we expect them to do so more than anyone else. When those wizards are used to making quick money with our products, They are also gradually losing their skills that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and the future of Garumbi, these are just a small amount of money," Barry seemed to be extremely satisfied with Tom's expression, and said with a smile, "I believe When everything is revealed to the world, everyone will be shocked, and after the shock, those backward guys will feel terrified!"

"You show this to me, aren't you afraid that I will inform your opponents?" Tom asked in return, "Aren't you going to let me go?"

"Why? Mr. Riddle, you are Nelson's friend, our friend," Barry said with a grin. "You wouldn't do that. What's the point of telling mediocre people? You see, We didn't **** your voice, and we are even willing to hand over the benefits to the group of people you brought."

"What is this picture?" Tom felt a bit of a toothache.

"You are a sensible person," Barry said. "Otherwise, I won't bring you here. Don't you recognize high-quality and low-cost products, higher efficiency, less competition, better lives and better lives for wizards? Greater interests?"

"It's really interesting." Tom's light glanced at the door of a factory not far away, and a group of Bollocs and a black-robed wizard were chatting happily. He lowered his head, the red light in his eyes flashed away, and he used his teeth. Gently bit his lower lip and raised his head again, "Gnar told me that British Muggles did the same thing as you in the last century. He called this dumping. If you do this, you also want to be the overlord of the world. ?"

"What's the point of that? Mr. Riddle," Barry shook his head. "Don't be prejudiced against us. I admit that some of us have done some radical things because we are eager for quick success, but none of these can change our determination. The wizards of Newmondgard gathered together for the same ideal. Behind us are all the wizards, the whole world, for the greater good."

"really interesting."

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Hogwarts, in Dumbledore's office, Newt patted the table and stared at his most respected teacher with his neck stubborn. He could retort his always easygoing tone. It is hard to imagine what Dumbledore said before. words.

"It's absolutely impossible for me to control magical animals to do this kind of thing!" Newt stood up on the table and said categorically, "I can't control them, and it's different from what you taught me. I thought it was just a pure event!"

"It used to be," Dumbledore shook his head, "but not this time."

"Have you ever thought about the consequences?" Newt picked up the pair hanging on the back of the chair, turned and left the office.

"It's really boring to fight for power among wizards," Professor Bins's transparent body flew out from the wall behind Dumbledore quietly, "Albus, when you reach my age, you will find out, the so-called so-called The momentary king, hundreds of years later, will only be a name in the textbook, and history will continue to correct errors."

"With your auspicious words, Professor Cuthbert," Dumbledore rubbed his temples, relaxing his tight nerves, "I wish I could live to be your age, too."

"Really, which wizard wins and which wizard loses. Does it make any difference to the wizard?" Professor Bins said flatly, "You might as well care about more dangerous things."

"What? Professor Cuthbert, could it be that the castle—"

"Albus, do you think you will become the next principal?" Professor Bins interrupted Dumbledore, glaring at him with large milky eyes. "If you think so, then come with me, Castle The thing inside seems to have woken up again."

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