My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 363

"Grindelwald, what do you want to do!"

Dumbledore asked Grindelwald aloud across the wall of fire.

"Oh, Albus, long time no see," Grindelwald bowed politely, and looked at the wizard who pointed his wand at him. I thought about such a day, Albus."

"what?"

"I can stand on the commanding heights of morality and blame you. I have to say that this is really...intoxicating."

"I suggest you take us out of what you call "you"," the grumpy old wizard said dissatisfiedly. "Grindelwald, we are not the same as the fools of the Magical Congress of the United States."

"I understand," Grindelwald nodded, "That's why you can still stand here in good health."

"But where do you stand now—"

"Shhh—"

Grindelwald pressed his left index finger against his lips and interrupted Dumbledore's questioning. Under the gaze of the wizards of various countries, his right hand holding the wand was raised like a conductor, as if returning to the Triwizard Prom. The moment to play Bob Bowie on the center stage.

And the bursts of sound from the restless flames were like a heavy metal rock and roll that bombarded the eardrums, replacing the whistling wind in the air. The members of the band-the blue flames surrounding the crowd swelled violently under his command, and abstract faces of sarcasm and arrogance appeared vaguely in the flames, just like him in the proudly standing crowd.

The blue fiery fire burst out even more astonishing heat waves, and even burned the surrounding air and twisted it. The periphery of the flame heart was rendered with a faint red color. Then, the red spread rapidly, and the enclosing wall formed by the fiery fire Dyed into a violet-like elegant lavender.

Dumbledore covered the door with his sleeves and took two steps back. He knew better than anyone that there was heat far beyond recognition in this beautiful flame, and the high-ranking wizards who came with them were also fierce. Under the threat of retreating, the witch who had scolded Speaker Jackson in the Woolworth Building before said in surprise: "Is this fierce...?"

"It is much more violent than I thought, and it seems that the flames of Grindelwald are stronger."

Dumbledore swiftly waved his wand, and a turquoise water wall appeared around the wizards around him. The cool dampness quickly dissipated the spreading scorching air for them. Although Li Huo did not touch the water wall, it was just around him. The twisted air also made the wall of water constantly spit out steam. Dumbledore's and his group's vision was quickly covered by the drenched water vapor, and they did not notice that the mist from the gaps in the sky had enveloped them.

Under the control of Grindelwald, the lavender fire followed the wall of water made by Dumbledore, forming a delicate shell like a birdcage like Vineman, and the thick pillar of fire gradually became solid. With the completion of the dome, a purple, colosseum-like building made of flames stood in the wilderness.

"This is... the court of public trial."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and the memory returned to the Norwegian forest.

"Yes, Albus, this kind of building is undoubtedly the most suitable for the trial," Grindelwald smiled, put down his wand, strolled through the American wizard, through the wall of fire, through the water curtain, and walked in. I found this building almost identical to the site of Dumbledore's public trial, and stood by his side, enjoying watching the increasingly solid sky light, “In that trial, I saw from Wissengamer's verdict. Their unique understanding of justice is that they don't know whether more universal justice will come to this world today?"

Dumbledore's gaze crossed the water and fire, and solidified on Nelson and Tom in the center of the beam of light. He approached Grindelwald and whispered, "What do you want? You will destroy them like this!"

"Depression can ruin a person, Albus," Grindelwald shook his head, "wait and see, I have much more confidence in your students than you."

Dumbledore wanted to say something more, but the sudden mist covered his sight. The next second, in the mist, a cloud-like rail appeared on top of his head, and he lowered his head and looked at his hands. , I understand that at this moment, I am in a blurry illusion.

"Woo..."

The sound of the siren came from far behind them, and everyone turned their heads. A train sprayed with beautiful red paint was spewing steam and galloping along the rails. The wheels passed through the riveting gap, and there was a rhythmic crash. , Contrasted with the sound of flame bursting.

At the moment when the railroad tracks appeared, Tom and Nelson dropped their hands and walked aside in silence. The door to the place of life and death had been opened, and their mission with the sacred artifacts had been completed.

"A person can never make any decisions for others, whether for forgiveness or revenge."

Nelson repeated the spirit's request, half-kneeled on the ground, and together with Tom, inserted the old wand upside down into the pure white ground, then stroked the ring in his hand, and carefully placed it on the wand.

"What are they doing?"

Dumbledore suppressed the tension and asked curiously.

I don't know since when, Grindelwald's fiercely built building has grown several times larger, and it has simply moved the Colosseum in Norway into a blurry illusion. Dumbledore and him are sitting in the front row with the rails from above. Passing through, the American wizards who were locked in the fierce fire cage were now in the middle of the Colosseum in confusion, bound by the ropes of purple flames, kneeling on the ground in the most humiliating posture.

The towering Roman pillars are carved with human memories, and the stories from birth to death are told in a circle around the building. White torches are inserted into the pillars, and blue flames burn in them, making the place brighter than daylight.

The dots of light hover in mid-air, just like waiting passengers.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. When he entered the Colosseum, he lost control of Li Huo. He was afraid that Li Huo would cause damage uncontrollably. He wanted to use magic to regain control, but he could burn it outside. At this moment, all the flames are as peaceful as a real rope, quiet and calm.

"It seems that they are still missing the last sacred object. I didn't expect that the things we are looking for are really so powerful." Grindelwald looked at Nelson and Tom in front of the trial bench with interest. The building was too big. Now, the Colosseum that can sit ten thousand people is only a few hundred people including the saints. It is lonely empty. The dark old wand is put on the trial seat with a ring, and the resurrection stone shines with breathtaking. The light, "I am now truly believing in my aunt."

"Woo..."

The whistle sounded louder and louder, and the sound of the wheels and axles resembled dense and messy drum beats, as well as the sound of a heartbeat. Finally, white shadows fell from the top of the head, and the train stopped above the Colosseum, and the silver radiance behind Nelson went smoothly. He climbed onto his arm and wrapped it around the ring inlaid with the resurrection stone.

"boom!"

The gust of wind blew up, and the invisibility cloak wrapped around the top of the old wand rose high like a banner, spreading a starry sky in front of Nelson.

A sense of dizziness hit all the wizards present, and when they opened their eyes again, there was a city-like whisper in their ears.

The light spots disappeared, and they did not disappear.

Dumbledore looked to the other side and saw an old man sitting next to him sometime. He was full of energy and had the smile that a man with a happy family and a happy life at his age should have, even though he was wearing a slushy coat. In his green clothes and a windy postman hat on his head, he reached out to Dumbledore and greeted with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore, my name is Leonard and I am a postman."

Dumbledore resisted the confusion and surprise in his heart, turned sideways, and took the old man's hand.

This hand was completely different from what he had imagined-it was warm, dry, and full of calluses, it was like... no, it was just a normal hand.

"Just made you laugh, Mr. Dumbledore," the old man scratched his head with a silly smile. "I shook hands with you disheveled, but there is a set of high-end suits in my suitcase. My daughter bought it for me. It took four. More than ten dollars!"

Dumbledore shook his hand stiffly without saying a word.

He patted his chest proudly, and lowered his head lonely, "I should listen to her. I always want to save it for formal occasions, and I want to leave it to my son-in-law, so I don't have a chance to wear it now."

Dumbledore felt the weight coming from the old man's hand, and he covered his other hand and patted hard.

He looked around blankly. At this moment, the stands around them were densely packed with people. They were men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, and there were more than a thousand more people. But the stadium, which is obviously capable of accommodating 10,000 people, seems crowded and heavy at the moment.

Nelson and Tom, one left and one right, one black and the other white, sat on the clerk seats on either side of the judge's high-back chair, sandwiching the vacant chairs, and staring blankly at the defendants who were bound under their feet.

There was no one on the high-back chair belonging to the judge, but the occasional shining shining through the invisible cloak seemed to have countless people sitting on it, and it was like a stone gate covered by a curtain, open to those who stared at it. .

A broken wooden chair appeared in front of the American wizards, and it happened to be seen by Piqueley, who had just raised his head, and Nelson's voice rang in her ears.

"Ms. Serafina Piguili, please take a seat."

"Where is this?"

Piqueley raised his head and looked around blankly.

"It's ridiculous," Grindelwald said to Dumbledore. "This is the field they want to reach when they study the Helbo Horcrux. But when they are here, she starts to fear and start to be confused."

"In fact, she should never come here, unless she is dead like me," Leonard said from the side, "but if she really died, then she won't stand there anymore."

"Oh? You know a lot," Grindelwald leaned closer and chatted with the old man through Dumbledore. "What did they do, of course, if you don't want to say, I won't ask."

Dumbledore looked at the crowd in the audience, and did not hear the conversation between them. Those pale and fuzzy faces flickered frantically. Their souls seemed to be mixed by the accumulation of remains and black magic. It's hard to tell each other, but as time goes by, their faces gradually become more conclusive and clear, and their conversations are getting louder and louder. They are all bidding their final farewell to this life before heading to the next stop. .

This scene of reunion of old friends made Dumbledore feel emotional, but the scenery on the trial bench was completely different.

The wizards behind Piqueli are almost all people who understand the situation here. They are suffering from endless abuse from the audience, their expressions are writhing on the ground like a maggot in pain, and black blood leaks from their mouths and noses and spills. The ground, the pure white floor was polluted and filthy.

The old man chatting with Grindelwald also raised his head from time to time and spit on the dock.

Piqueley is quite calm at the moment. As a retired former speaker, she has little to do with things here, at best she knows, but knowing but doing nothing is tantamount to indulgence. This is itself. A sin. Having experienced so many things in just half a day, she now has only one thought in her mind-"I shouldn't have come."

"I remember that she used to be a guy who can be called righteous and thin," Grindelwald exclaimed. "It was she who caught me in prison in the United States. At that time, she was still a black beauty. It's just a bit domineering."

"No one is more arrogant than you, Gellert," Dumbledore sat calmly, and when he saw that neither Nelson nor Tom were sitting on the trial bench, his hanging heart finally let go, and came forward. The vast majority of wizards here are different. Of course he also cares about Horcruxes, the crisis of the world, and the innocent victims, but what he cares most is the safety of his students, for fear that they will be involved in something difficult to end. He became the target of public criticism. Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, they have no intentions. This may be the best result for everyone."

"How can you say that~www.mtlnovel.com~Mr. Dumbledore," Leonard asked displeasedly. "They are the noblest people I have ever met, but I agree with your last words."

"Feel sorry."

"Ding--"

The ring on the old wand hit the wand with a crisp sound, and Piqueli stood up like a lost soul and sat down on the wooden bench in front of him.

The world suddenly quieted down.

In the next second, more than a thousand travelers in the audience who were about to go to the next stop straightened their backs and spoke.

"The court!"

The neat and powerful sounds were combined together, echoing in the air, as solemn as Huang Zhongda Lu, and as shocking as the hammer of a hammer.

The train overhead was stirring with inspiring drums. In this pure white that could not tolerate the slightest variegated color, a trial of the dead against the living began.

Time passed slowly, everyone sat solemnly in place, only the sound of pressing the shutter became the only noise.

Chapter end