My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 341

I think my life is meaningless.

At least until I was twenty-five, it was always like this.

When I was born, I was in the midst of war. Both Muggles and wizards were fighting. My father was an ordinary wizard. Of course, my mother was also an ordinary wizard, but I had no impression of her, but I am very grateful to her for bringing me to this boredom. In the world, at least let me know what the word "boring" actually means.

From the time I was born until I was almost ten years old, my father kept setting up a small stall in a hidden place, or doing odd jobs-repairing flying broomsticks and so on. He supported the two of us with a handicraft. He is not like in a novel. In that way, being a drunkard, or a gambler, or perhaps likes to beat me, he doesn't like to do these things, he is just a taciturn man.

He wants to teach me the craft of broom repairing, hoping that I can make a flying broom that can be engraved with our surname, but I am not interested, there are too many flying broom makers in the world, and there is nothing in this industry. It can be studied, so in the end he failed to pass the hand art to me, leaving me only his silence.

That year, Grindelwald escaped from prison. He and his followers in black clothes had a big fight in Paris. I was looking at the sky next to the Pitia sculpture. There were two people, a man and a woman. , They may be a couple or a couple, just like my father and mother, they and Grindelwald fought hard, but the tragedy is that they were only two people from beginning to end.

I watched the building where they were standing collapsed by a black guy. At this moment, the statue next to me touched my head.

I don't know why, but maybe that's how my mother feels.

Later I learned that it was mercy, and Pythia was a prophet in ancient Greece, but I don't know why a statue can also tell a prophet.

Sure enough, my poor father was hit by an obstacle curse on the way to deliver the repaired broomstick to the customer.

The curse did not kill him, but the fragments of the broomstick penetrated into his lungs. When the old witch in the alley took me to claim him, he was already dead. Maybe it was painful or suffocated. Dead, who knows.

I kept him in the Ministry of Magic. They told me that the spell shot by the Auror killed him, but I didn't hate them. My father always said, “Don't go to crowded places because the demons are flying around. The curse may hit you."

He is right.

But I've been alone since then, but it's no different from before. He often doesn't have a family, and I'm used to it.

The Ministry of Magic wanted to compensate me. They arranged for me a set of policies that can be maintained until adulthood, but I refused. Those Gallons are bleeding from my father. Although I am not sad for him, I can taste it. The smell of blood.

I hate the feeling of being arranged, it is as boring as something that has been studied thoroughly.

But the price of rejection soon followed. Bussbarton, who was hit hard, reduced the number of admissions. I didn't receive their admission letter, but I didn't care. I had already done it like those dumb guns. With the intention of living without dignity, dignity is meaningless to me.

Fortunately, I received the admission notice from Durmstrang on August 17th. The reputation of this school is not very good, because they have cultivated Grindelwald who caused chaos, but I actually felt that at first This has nothing to do with school education, because Grindelwald was dropped out of school very early.

But later, my classmates all fell into his arms. I think that the outside world's evaluation of Durmstrang still makes sense.

There is no difference between me and them. I have no interest in all the courses. Since some people have studied the spell very thoroughly, why should we study it? So I have average grades, average mana, and average physical strength. Even in terms of life experience, there are many people who are worse than me in the war years. If I have any characteristics, then it must be very ordinary, and I Like my classmates, I plunged into the arms of Newmontgard.

Although Grindelwald's boring elitism and racial theory can't arouse my identity, people always look for something to do, don't they?

I did a job with no characteristics in Newmontgard and lived an ordinary life, but somehow I could always meet Grindelwald in various places. He was so familiar with me that he later arranged me to A young man works under him.

My life changed from that time.

My only strength is being serious and responsible, which is a trait that most people have in Numongaard, but when I transferred to the center of Krakow, everything was different.

"Don't focus too much on work, there are too many interesting things in life that you need to explore." This is exactly what the man, Lord Nelson Wiltening said, "There are endless jobs in the world, but everyone Only once in his life."

I think so, and I want to live as he said, but my life is not what he said. Maybe work is my life. I can only work harder and spend all my energy. Throw it into work, hoping to find some of what he called the "breath of life".

The strange thing is that although almost everyone is passively sabotaging work, the construction of the center has not slowed down, even much faster than planned, but it has a lot more content that I did not see on the drawing, some weird Facilities and strange equipment, as well as some magic that don't know the purpose—sadly, it seems that I have discovered this in the whole of Newmontgard. Not only do those people do not understand the blueprints, they also cannot read the blueprints.

But I didn't report it. He is my immediate boss. What he does will always make sense, but I don't understand it.

I was curious for the first time. What did he add to my ordinary work and life?

So I started to observe him. Fortunately, I have a pair of fairly keen eyes and good hearing. I watched him go to Ifamoni from the teleportation array that was first built every day, and come back to work after class. I see The alchemy furnace in his office was open almost all day, and these alchemy furnaces were only used to produce the parts of the alchemy furnace. I don't know where he moved those things, but after so many years, the alchemy furnace he took away It's almost time to open an alchemy factory-speaking of it, this concept was also proposed by him.

I see him often chatting with the person in the mirror. The content of the conversation is always related to Grindelwald. Does he want to defeat Grindelwald? Does he think Grindelwald is boring like me? Doesn't he cherish this job? But also, people like him should be able to easily find a satisfactory job wherever they are.

The person in the mirror seemed to be his friend. The two talked almost everything, and even shared the content of the course, and I overheard countless whimsical ideas, which are not something that wizards or Muggles can come up with. These are areas that no one has explored before-magic that can travel through time, combining Muggle technology and magic, **** an unkillable person, what is the nature of magic...

He is different from everyone else, he is not a boring person.

Wizards are used to waving their magic wands and chanting spells to get everything. They have been turned into idiots by convenient magic, and they don't even think about what magic is, even though his emotions are a little ridiculous—no emotions like me. People, why do they have magical powers?

As for the magic of traveling through time, I am really interested. If I could go back in time and save my father and mother...what would I look like when I grew up in a normal family?

Gradually, I figured out a little bit of his private goods in the center of Krakow and the magic factories built by him—as for me, just by looking at the leopard, I think it's really cool. NS!

He also often brings different people to the office as guests. The tea I make is the best, so I always see something that I shouldn't watch. I don't know many people, but I still arrested the man who arrested Grindelwald. I have seen the photo, but everyone is blind to it. They know Grindelwald's connivance to Mr. Wiltening. They are afraid of being liquidated, but I am willing to keep a secret for him, just because of what I heard—I I feel that no one's fate needs someone else to decide for them, even if he is humble as dust, he has the right to choose to fly into the air or get mixed in the mud.

I have completely lost the idea of ​​reporting all this to Newmontgard. Nelson Wiltning is more interesting than adding them together. He really knows what a person needs, not a vague power, and he does not always lose. Power is not a short-lived wealth. He wants everyone to live like a human, and don't want anyone to be a supporting role in other people's legends. I don't know what it's like to live like a human. I've been like a magic factory since I was born. The parts on the lathe, but I think this thing I have never heard of must be wonderful, otherwise Lord Wiltening would not have spent so much effort.

I even heard the argument between him and Grindelwald, and I also heard Grindelwald's sigh afterwards. This is the point of his inferiority to Lord Wiltening-adults will not be tempted by despicable guys, and he has nothing to do with those boring guys. Not interested, but Grindelwald prides himself on being smart and wants to use him. Maybe he has this ability, but he always seems a little boring, doesn't he?

For example, when he was talking about emotions and eyes, he didn't find a pair of eyes staring at him in the corner.

It's a pity that one day, I was discovered that I was eavesdropping on an adult's conversation, but he did not punish me. Instead, he arranged for me an interesting job because of my work—to study magic penguins in Antarctica—this is even Newt. A field that no magical animal master like Scamander has ever touched, this is a field that no one has studied! As long as I do it, any discovery will be brand new, future, epoch-making, and meaningful!

In the cold Antarctica, I don't feel cold at all. When I can see my research report getting thicker every day, one more step towards epoch-making discoveries, I'm so excited that I even want to get to the ice. Of course, this approach is not worth promoting. After that, I lay in bed for two weeks, but I was still happy.

There are too many undiscovered treasures on this deserted continent, those ice layers, that strong magnetic field, those marine creatures that are no less intelligent than humans, and the seabed under tremendous pressure, there are infinite treasures belonging to wizards, even though I'm working behind closed doors, but I can also feel that I am becoming stronger every day-this is the first time I have become interested in being strong.

But after I left Newmondgaard, my former colleague there told me that the construction of the magic factory and the project had been stagnant for a long time, and the soul man Wiltening Lord had disappeared. I began to be extremely anxious in the South Atlantic. Newspapers from all over the world are set up on the island, and Penguin is asked to fetch them every day, hoping to find out what he is doing.

I have studied everything about penguins, and there are no new and interesting things anymore. This makes me feel panic and anxiety. I really want to know what he is doing. I am not worthy of chasing his footsteps, but I need him to do I lead the way.

Soon, just three months ago, Grindelwald suddenly came to Antarctica and found my igloo accurately. He installed a water curtain for me to play pictures and told me that when the black tower showed his When the light shines, I can look for Lord Wiltening.

Until the Triwizard Tournament started, I saw the black tower, but I couldn't see the light.

I was even a little annoyed, why do adults waste their energy on such boring competitions that children value only. Champions come and go, and only the eternal flag is flying with the wind.

I can't hear the debate between him and his friends, and can't hear the whimsical thoughts. This makes my heart infinitely empty. After many years in Antarctica, I understand that what attracts me is not the content of his conversation, but the one that does not belong to me. The heart of this boring world.

After all, greater interests are interests, and we have greatness to pursue.

I want to be interesting. I keep my memories in the ice sheet and imitate them every day. I want to be closer to the adults.

When I saw the giant Titan for the first time in the water curtain, I was intoxicated. This is the simplest and most feasible idea that an adult told his friend—a self-sufficiency that combines Muggle technology and magic forever. A weapon of war, a **** capable of stopping all disputes-it may still be very weak, but these boring guys must not want to see it become stronger and overwhelm the world!

He also said that when the view of the world changes for me, Tom, we are no longer simple wizards. I don't care who Tom is, but my heart can no longer stand my own imagination. Will those greater ideals be presented to these boring people one by one?

I can't wait to imitate my own golem with the ice that has accumulated for many years under the ice cap. The time Grindelwald promised has arrived. For the first time, I tried to use Apparition to leave this continent. They said that super long distances are difficult, but To Krakow, the so-called spanning half of the world is nothing short of distance.

I rushed to London non-stop and wandered where he grew up for a long time. I was a little confused. How could such an ordinary corner give birth to such a detached person?

The elder who passed away is an extraordinary person. Perhaps his energy comes from here? It's a pity that I have no way of knowing.

I finally met Lord Wiltening in London, but he seemed to be slacking off, indulging in the magical adventure that boring sons and daughters and children only like. I want to help him regain his enthusiasm. I want to call Wake him up, I have fully understood his plan, let me be the catalyst of greatness itself, when the world view changes for him, he will no longer be that simple wizard!

I remember these two witches, just start with these two boring guys.

When the law that we abide by is broken, and when two divided worlds become one, how will people change?

When power is deterred by a bigger name, will it still be power?

Um? The pastries that Mr. Wiltening likes to eat, although they need to be bought across the oceans, the taste is really unique.

ha? You ask my name?

I'm studying penguins, so just call me penguin. Maybe when an adult asks me to study magic cactus, then it won't be too late for you to call me cactus.

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