My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 409

　　 "My lord, won't you go and say goodbye to her?"

The witch stood in front of Nelson and whispered, as the biggest witness who watched and recorded Jokunda's escape journey, and as a mother with two lovely children, her heart could not help but be born for this ill-fated girl. Not a small sadness, Jokunda's attitude towards Nelson also reminded her of her father, her first love, and the scarred appearance of her when she was young.

　　 After her suggestion, the wizards behind her began to look around consciously, as if they had a strong interest in the snow scenes of the "early winter" of Lake Ontario.

　　 "She is looking at this place from the top of the mountain in the distance."

An exquisite silver monocle frame appeared in front of her right eye, and the thin water curtain rippled in the frame, revealing Qiao Kunda's figure holding a sniffer and trembling. She was too far apart, so far away. She could see a few small black spots that looked like boils beside the lake. She covered her mouth, and the big teardrops could not be restrained from rolling and dripping, slipping on the back of her hand, simply moisturizing the change due to the winter cold. After getting dry skin, it quickly fell to the ground, leaving plum blossom-like marks on the smooth snow surface, just like the line of small footprints left from time to time outside a wooden house.

　　 This level of clarity seems to be ahead of the generation gap compared to the water curtain used by the saints.

　　 "The Confidentiality Act... How much pain did it cause?"

Qiao Kunda couldn't help but ask the pine tree in front of her. In the past, she only knew how to like magical animals as her father taught. Pretending to be a person in her heart, but now she understands, what is the difference between her original self and these disgusting American wizards? Isn't the way they look at Nelson the same as the look they look at the animals as the daughter of the rancher?

But she can't do anything about it. The dangling attitude of life makes her magic commonplace, and it is also a middle-to-low class among the graduates of Hogwarts. In addition to being able to ride a broomstick to fly a little farther, what can she do? What's the matter? Even the family magical animal knowledge that she is proud of all day looks so pale and feeble when facing a Muggle hunter, she doesn't even know what migrating is—how can the tall wizard care about the fish on the table Woolen cloth?

Qiao Kunda squeezed her fist, the tears on the back of her hand had been solidified by the cold, and even crystals of salt were precipitated... After all, she could only look at the back of Nelson being taken away by the American wizard, just like she was holding it herself. The flying broomstick that couldn't fly, looked at his father facing those vaguely powerful enemies.

I just don't know why, Dr. Sykes's figure became thinner in her mind, always overlapping with Nelson's shabby old face from time to time, and what echoed in her ears was no longer the father's somewhat doting teachings, on the contrary. It was Nelson's figure sitting by the lake slowly saying, "The fish is on the bait."

　　 "My lord, she is crying."

　　 "Snow, it's time to stop."

　　 Nelson lowered his head in silence, and said in the hoarse voice of the old hunter, "If the school of fish can't return upstream, the lake will be empty next year."

　　 The witch nodded, and a wizard behind her disappeared. It seemed that she was going to inform Johnny and Joseph the duo.

"Remove those surveillances, I have got what I want, I just hope she can be a complete person in the future," Nelson lowered his head, stretched out his hands, and said, "Catch me away, at least let her I feel that there is really a good person in the world that can be used as a reference to learn to be a good person..."

The witch unbearably drew out her wand, and the obstacle curse flew lightly towards Nelson, and in the next second it hit the undefended chest, only to hear Nelson grunt, his body flew upside down, and drew a few meters long on the snow. Traces, lying in the snow enough to bury an adult, no longer move.

Seeing a black spot flying out, Qiao Kunda bit the tiger's mouth covering her mouth with one bite. She didn't dare to make a sound. With all her strength, she punched the pine tree in front of her, facing such a soft fist. The tree did not respond, but slightly shook her tough and towering body, and the snow covered by the tree canopy fell heavily on her head, making her look like a miserable chicken.

　　 "Do you dare to really fight?" The wizard behind the witch smacked his lips, looked at Nelson lying in the snow in disbelief, and hurried forward to check, "You wait to go to the Sahara to study magic cacti!"

"It is also possible to go to the North Pole to study magical polar bears, or simply sink into the sea to cultivate magical cod or something," another wizard followed, lifting Nelson, who closed his eyes, from the snow, and said to his companion. Said, "But you don't really think that an obstacle spell can defeat him?"

　　 "My lord must be guilty, so there is no protection," the witch lowered her eyes and said softly, "In the original script, I just want to use the obstacle curse, and the angle and strength are determined."

"Are you a tiger? Read less useless books," the second young wizard sneered at her perceptual guess. "This should also be part of the plan. Do you know what a plan is? We are not only Watching that girl, the adult's things have been buried all the way, and you will never understand someone like him who walks one step and sees three steps."

"The incomprehensible smelly man," the witch shrugged, knelt on one knee, and made a comfortable stretcher with snow. She directed the two of them to gently lift Nelson up, and said, "Anyway, Things here have come to an end. Adults haven't slept much these days. Acting during the day and doing things at night, you can just take a break. You two should act a little bit. If you shake the adults off, be careful that Adult Penguin sends you to feed the penguins. ."

　　 "Good, good."

Under the effect of the Levitating Curse, Nelson floated steadily, and from time to time there was a small snoring sound. The three of them moved very fast, especially after casting the skating curse on the soles of the shoes. It was like a few afterimages. Ten minutes later, they had already reached the edge of the Great Lakes area. After leaving this area, the transformation technique on Nelson's face subsided by itself, revealing the face that originally belonged to him.

"It seems that the adult is really exhausted, you see, he is not much older than my child," the witch turned her head and looked at Nelson with her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes a relaxed face, she said in surprise, "I I've only seen a profiled face in his office before. I didn't expect to be so young."

　　 "I haven't seen it," the wizard who helped Nelson said triumphantly, "you may not know that he was younger a few years ago."

　　 "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"You don't understand the shock. I only believed that there is such a thing as genius at that time," the wizard said coquettishly. "When the lord first came to Krakow, I was transferred to his side for security work. At that time, I only thought that he was a young noble master who came to gild, perhaps the nephew of Lord Grindelwald or something."

　　 "It's really a bit like, this kind of hair color is not common."

"But it's not. Although this rumor is well-known in Newmontgard, I know his identity, because I am an Englishman. Not only was Lord Grindelwald not his relative, but he defeated him and caused the death of his parents. The culprit!"

　　 The other two stopped abruptly, and the stretcher stopped in the air with a "bang", and Nelson was almost thrown off. Fortunately, the wizard who cast the Levitating Charm reacted immediately and did not disturb his sleep.

　　 "What do you mean? Has Lord Wiltening lived by his enemy for so many years?!"

"Literally, but many people are saying that there is someone else who really killed the Wiltenings, but it is indeed Lord Grindelwald that they faced directly...These are old things." The wizard lowered his voice. , Said, "When I was still studying at Boothbat, I heard the legend of Mergan Wiltening. In a school with a large number of female faculty members, a man can get the highest credit all year round. Do you know what this means?"

　　 "It means you look at people with colored glasses," the witch retorted, "Booth Barton is not a girls' school."

"Well, let me put it another way. When French men are generally not so good, he stood up. Of course, he sounds like a foreigner," the wizard pouted and said, "Mergan Wiltening received an olive branch from the Ministry of Magic in the fifth grade. The professors repeat this story tirelessly during almost every student's career planning interview, but Melgan is a different person from other wizards. He is very special. He is very fond of Muggles. It seems that he has a Muggle relative who is very important to him. He is always calling for schools to add cultural courses on Muggle studies because he thinks our cultural level is too low. , But when I enrolled, there was still no such course."

　　 "No wonder..." The witch's eyes looked at Nelson softened again.

"When I was in sixth grade, people from the British Ministry of Magic came here again. The incident was blocked by the school, but I was so mixed up in Boothbarton that I could hear the inside story in a few years," the wizard picks. Raised his eyebrows, "Guess who it is?"

　　 The other two shook their heads.

"It's the Shafik family, that is the family of the old judge who was frightened by Master Grindelwald in Norway and finally acquitted Albus Dumbledore. They seem to be relatives of Melgan. Knowing that after the talk, this senior of mine personally beat his relatives, and claimed that they are the **** of the wizarding society, and he will surely ruin them. Many people speculate that this is related to his girlfriend, Muggle. It's related to Elizabeth Williams, who was born. I think it should be a dog-blood love story about the difference between Muggles and wizards."

"After the quarrel with Shafik's house, the French Ministry of Magic stopped looking for him, you know, neither can the men in the French Ministry of Magic," the wizard sighed, "so much so that Master Grindelwald convened in Paris. When the saints, only the two of them rebelled. Ask me to say that the French Ministry of Magic is a pig teammate. They attacked their own people as if they had lost their minds. Maybe there is something hidden in it, but I think they are crazy anyway. Now, this is one of the reasons why I made up my mind to go to Newmont Gade. Speaking of which, after the war, the most French wizards came to Newmont Gade... Well? Why don't you talk? I swear what I said. The sentence is true."

　　 "Nice story, so you were there at that time?"

　　 A faint voice came from the wizard's ear, he shook his head subconsciously, and said, "I also heard people say."

"I think your language talent should be taken to more useful places," the wizard turned his neck stiffly, just to meet Penguin's eyes that wanted to kill, he smiled horribly, and said in a low voice, "I think training A kind of magic cactus pet that can listen to the voice of wizards is a promising project. Are you interested in going to Assyria to cultivate cacti for Lord Wiltening?"

　　 "Enterprise...Lord Penguin." The wizard stammered at attention.

"Leave it to me, my lord," Penguin handed a slap-sized stone disc to the wizard and said, "I won't send you to the Sahara. Find a suitable place around the Tigris River. After the conveyor is installed, , There will be some people who will arrange some things, and there will be supplies sent there every week. As for you, don't come back to report on your work if you have nothing to do."

　　 Penguin patted him on the shoulder and said kindly, "We are missing some products that are rich in humanistic care. I hope you don't let the adults down."

　　 "Okay... okay." The wizard accepted the disc bitterly, without any dissatisfaction in his words.

　　 "Scarlett, how are your sons and daughters?" Penguin quickly turned to the witch and asked with a smile, "Is the last medicine useful?"

"They...they are still dumb guns." None of the two lovely children of the witch had the gift of magic. This was almost a devastating blow to a family in the wizarding world. Her expression immediately fell lonely, "But the spirit head and My body is much better-I am not so weak anymore, and I can use those alchemical props to do some simple housework...Lord Penguin, now I am afraid that they will soon become people in the sewers after they die. You also know that...Yes, Now, there is no place for them in the future that Master Grindelwald has described for us."

"What you have to believe is not the adult sitting in the black tower," Penguin said softly after taking Nelson's stretcher. "Master Grindelwald is indeed great, but people always have limitations, don't they? The cold world is not what the adults and we want to see. This is the purpose of our gathering around him, isn't it?"

"Yes?"

　　 Disharmonious voices came from behind the penguin, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com Johnny stood behind him with Joseph on crutches and stared at him with interest.

　　 "Stop buying people from our side." Joseph, with a ugly face, clicked the penguin with a cane, "We are a team, not an office."

"There are two poor children in Scarlett's family. Palmisa's family in South America are all Muggles. He is of Muggle origin." Johnny nodded and picked another taciturn wizard next to the witch. Raised an eyebrow and said, "I saw the future of the magic factory. Joseph's hometown was destroyed by fire, so I was fascinated by the adults' aspirations for peace. Each of us couldn't find ourselves between Newmontgard and the Ministry of Magic of various countries. We don't want to see a society in which traditional wizards squeeze Muggles, nor do we want to see a future where wizards rule everything and people are clearly marked. These wander between tradition and future, Muggles and wizards, war and peace. People will involuntarily attract adults and gather around him, so what about you? Penguin, what is your purpose?"

"interesting."

"what?"

"Oh, I mean you are so funny, don't forget that I gathered you one by one, and now you are suspicious of me? I suggest you also go to the Tigris River to find an oasis for your vacation and let the desert dry breeze. Blow your mind," Penguin shrugged, "You doubt my loyalty, Johnny, you seem to have lost your heart too."

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