My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 317

"Nelson..."

"Professor, the journey is far away, you can't go there alone."

Nelson's gaze was directed toward the direction of the pedestrians. The sidewalk was crowded with people, like a big market in memory, but their gaze was a churning wall of fog on the edge of the city.

"Gnar, I think you should go back."

Dumbledore was still trying to persuade Nelson, but he only said one sentence and realized sadly that he had never persuaded the boy in front of him.

"Professor, in my impression, you have always been a decisive person."

Nelson did not resist Dumbledore's name, just raised his wand and looked into the distance.

As soon as the voice fell, a scorching wave of air exploded behind the two of them. The rhythmic percussion of the piston was like a powerful drum moon. A red spot of light lit up behind them. Dumbledore only felt that it was trendy. Surging, feeling the rare temperature in this illusion, he turned his head and saw a hot red sun. The sun's gaze crossed his body. Dumbledore's eyes were temporarily blinded by the glare. In a daze, he saw the mist in the clouds outline the outline of a giant, and then, a thick dazzling beam shot out from the sun and shot behind Dumbledore.

"Boom!"

Dumbledore turned back again, and the insurmountable fog wall in front of him was bombarded with a huge circular hole. On the way many pedestrians were advancing, there should have been countless walls made of fog and even mountains obstructed, but at this moment, despite The journey is far away, but the road ahead is smooth.

On the other side beyond the reach of the eyes, a "door" made up of three huge black stone pillars stands at the end of the pure white plain, and a transparent and light tulle like mist hangs from the top of the "door" in the passive breeze. Flick gently.

Nelson's dark eyes stared at the curtains, through the mountains and rivers, he seemed to see someone standing behind the "door" beckoning and smiling at himself, he rubbed his eyes, and looked again, he couldn't see that far anymore.

But Nelson's movements obviously became urgent. He raised the old wand, and the misty mist gushed from the tip of the wand, mixed with the mist in the environment, and filled the surroundings.

Dumbledore Newt looked at Nelson with a soothing smile. At the hole where the fog wall was blasted out, under the command of the old magic wand, the mist floating in the air was shaped by an invisible hand-- Sleepers, rails, nuts...

Soon, a straight railway appeared in front of the two of them, and it went straight to the end of death, which was a genuine "death railway".

Not only did the railway stretch forward quickly, it was also slowly approaching the two of them. It finally passed between Dumbledore and Nelson and disappeared into the crowds on the street.

"I like this train. The first time I came to Hogwarts, I also came by train."

Dumbledore smiled and crossed the railroad tracks and stood beside Nelson. The two faced the railway. A platform rose from behind them. The long and long whistle sounded from the end of the street, and he showed excitement. His eyes noted that the pedestrians on the street were walking separately on both sides of the railway. Soon, a steam locomotive that was polished to shine and dotted with large red steel plates drove slowly towards the platform, and the chimney in front came out billowing. Steam, a red indicator light that was bright enough to pierce all the darkness hung on the front of the car. The steam locomotive slowly entered the platform and gradually slowed down. The first car stopped in front of them. Nelson stretched out his hand toward the open door.

"Please," Nelson blinked. "The first time I came to Hogwarts, I was also on such a train."

Dumbledore stepped into the carriage, and the furnishings inside were exactly the same as the Hogwarts Express. After Nelson got in the car, he opened a compartment door and sat in.

"There won't be a dining car?" Dumbledore quipped. "If there is, I would like to buy some Bibi Duo beans."

"Of course, but you have to wait."

Nelson held something that looked like a tie rod by the door. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. The tie rod turned out to be in the shape of a sword hilt. The train quivered slightly, and in a short while, it started "whooping". Up.

Nelson took a bag of Bibidou beans from his pocket, tore open the package, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Well, you are also a part-time salesperson."

Dumbledore reached out and picked a yellow one and threw it into his mouth. After the icing melted, his expression gradually became distorted, and he became savage.

Upon seeing this, Nelson smiled and picked one too, but his expression quickly became as uncomfortable as not being able to write homework.

Perhaps because of the taste of multi-flavored beans, Dumbledore's expression quickly relaxed, and even the anxiety and depression at the beginning were gone. Instead, he was strongly confident and determined, as if he would say something in the next second. The aphorisms about death or adventure were normal. He enjoyed the candy in his mouth and stared at Nelson with interest.

"What flavor did you get?"

"Lemon, professor." Nelson closed his mouth and said in a daze, for fear that when he opened his mouth, the drool that was stimulated by the sour smell would flow down like a bank. "Professor, how about you?"

"Lemon peel."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the laughter of the only two passengers echoed in this special Hogwarts Express.

But the laughter only lasted for a while before it fell silent. Dumbledore leaned against the window, his cheeks pressed tightly against the cold glass, and looked out of the window with his head sideways. The train drove across a white plain, even though it lost its color. , But it still overlaps perfectly with his childhood memories. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened it again, his train was already driving in a long narrow valley, the roads were traffic, and the houses looked like, It looks like a paradise.

"Godric Valley..."

Dumbledore murmured. He turned his head and looked at Nelson, who was already dozing on the table opposite. He picked up the wrapping paper of the strange beans on the table and threw it towards Nelson. A thin blanket slowly fell from mid-air and covered it. On Nelson.

The train ran past the riveting points of the railroad tracks, and it made a faster and faster sound of "besides". Dumbledore chewed on the bibido beans that had lost their original flavor in his mouth, as if it were a treasure in the world, the sourness of the lemon peel. The sweetness has been greedily sucked out by the teeth, and only bitterness is left in the mouth.

After a while, when the train had speeded up to the point where the roadside scene could not be seen clearly, Dumbledore sighed slightly and said, "You..."

"Professor, what's the matter?"

Nelson awakened from his doze, straightened up, and the thin blanket on his back slipped onto the seat.

He blinked, the black in his pupils disappeared, and feeling the foreign object behind him, Nelson turned around, picked up a piece of sugar paper from the chair, and laid it on the table, "Thank you."

"There is only so much I can do for you." Dumbledore swallowed the candy in his mouth and asked softly, "Is it the same here and over? I mean, I can find it here and there. Something?"

"Yes, no, professor, only the terrain that has been artificially altered by outsiders will show the same appearance." Nelson yawned, took out two bottles of water, and nodded. "I tested it with Tom. In the city, every wizard who breaks into the blurry illusion sees the same scenery, but outside the city, what we see will be somewhat different, such as now..."

He looked out the window and looked at the scenery along the way. "Look, this city, uh, looks like Prague, anyway, I look like Prague, so what do you see?"

"Me?" Dumbledore pointed to himself and shook his head with a smile. "I saw a large factory outside that was powered by magic and produced woolen socks with a steady flow of energy. You see, its chimney was steaming hot. Miles!"

"Really? This is really an idea that a business genius came up with." Nelson pushed one of the bottles of water in front of Dumbledore, unscrewed the other, dried half of the bottle in one breath, wiped his mouth, and laughed. He said, "But professor, these are not Eris sunglasses."

"Really?" Dumbledore did not answer Nelson's question directly. "I have always dreamed of having endless socks so that I can wear one pair and lose one pair without washing them again."

"My aunt will also send me a bunch of new socks every year. I keep stuffing them in my suitcase. I have saved more than forty pairs." Nelson shrugged. "Your dream may be an annoyance for others, aunt. It always seems that I don't know how to wash socks."

"In the eyes of the elders, anyone is a child who will never grow up." Dumbledore understood, "Speaking of which, have you seen her? I mean... after that incident."

"I've been there." Nelson's performance was much more open-minded than Dumbledore had imagined. He tapped the wall of the bottle in his hand with his index finger, "but I didn't dare to look for her in person. I was afraid I would bring her something. Disaster, although this kind of disaster seems to have happened."

"You mean the kidnapping during the holidays?"

Dumbledore saw that Nelson was holding the bottle without any effort. He thought it was a cold drink, so he stretched out his hand to the bottle in front of him, but his hand was immediately shrunk back by the hot cup wall. He looked Holding Nelson's red palm, he closed his mouth.

"Yes, Professor." Nelson released the bottle, put his hand back, and said, "But they can only look at it. It is impossible for anyone to hurt his aunt. To say something unmodest, even Grindelwald, Even if you go there, you may not be able to meet her in the first place."

"Then I'm relieved." Dumbledore secretly cooled the bottle, and said apologetically. "The school should be more protected in the student's family."

"Professor, Hogwarts has only a dozen professors."

"Yeah, there is always something I can't finish." Dumbledore was deeply impressed, and then suddenly said, "What I just saw is not a wool socks factory, but the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore."

"Where is that?"

"In Florence, a Renaissance cathedral. When I was young, I used to... once went there with Grindelwald to find traces of the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore struggled in his memories. "We heard of one Legend has it that the three-color bricks on its wall represent three sacred artifacts."

"Did you find it?"

"Of course, I didn't find it," Dumbledore was amused by Nelson's question, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became a lot easier. He looked at Nelson's silver coat and said jokingly, "If I find it, I should be driving you here now, but we have also made a major discovery, which I confirmed today."

"What?"

"The owner of the Deathly Hallows may not have been to Florence at all."

Just as Nelson was thinking about how to pick up these words, the train suddenly slowed down, and the car suddenly darkened.

"What happened?"

Nelson looked out the window. At this moment, the train had just rushed out of the rolling mountains and drove into a thick fog. In front of the direction of travel, a thick black stone pillar that could not be seen stood at the end of an open plain, looming. .

Its surface is not smooth, even full of time nicks, but it is too thick and too big, like the sky and the ground propped up in a illusion, this huge size makes it look even better than the most Smooth things must be smooth.

There is no light source in the illusion, or there are light sources everywhere, but the train is included in its shadow by the stone pillars. Perhaps this is only because everything that enters the scope of this giant needs to feel its shadow.

"Professor, are you afraid of blowing it?"

"Not afraid, what's the matter?"

In the next second, the roof of the carriage that was lifted and thrown to the rear told Dumbledore what Nelson wanted to do.

His eyes were instantly closed by the oncoming wind. In the darkness, he heard Nelson pull the hilt and the train roared. When he opened his eyes again, the clouds in front of him were blown away by the train. After the clouds dissipated, he saw the most shocking scene in his life.

Dumbledore once saw something similar on a plain in Wiltshire. It was a Stonehenge built by people for astronomical observation thousands of years ago, but they are only six meters high, which is nothing compared to the giants in front of them. The difference between an ant and a giant-two black stone pillars stand in the sky, looking at each other, a beam of the same material is randomly placed on them, and a curtain of smoke and fog is placed on the beam, and there seems to be a deep place behind the door. Seeing the bottom and invisible to the abyss on the other side, a naturally formed bridge emerged from the cliff and led to the end of the abyss. Dumbledore only felt that instinctive fear came to his heart~www.mtlnovel.com~ almost swallowed him. , He widened his eyes, lowered his voice and said, "Did you see?"

"Of course I saw it, Professor."

Nelson cast his gaze on the black chain parallel to the train, and the direction it pointed was the "door"!

"So, what you see is the same as me, right?"

Nelson tasted Dumbledore's somewhat inexplicable words, and gradually, the solemn color climbed into his eyes. Like Dumbledore, he drew out his wand and stood in the front of the car.

There were still as many pedestrians as there were in the city, and they were expressionless, walking toward the arch in front of them unswervingly.

The car behind him was disintegrating while speeding, and the parts lined up to fly towards the front of the car. Gradually, the car where the two people were located quickly rose up. Under the guidance of the deformation technique, the headlights on the front of the train burst out with amazing brightness. Alexander's skeleton, The arms slowly formed around the furnace suspended under the feet of the two.

"Boom!"

This was the sound of a big earthquake cracking, and it was the first step of a giant rushing towards the unknown with a steamy body.

Chapter end