My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 414

　　 "What do you think, Albus?"

Grindelwald showed an innocent smile, glanced at Nelson, spreading his hands and said: "It's just a group of innocent widows and posthumous children. The mistakes done by their elders cannot be attributed to them... you know , I thought people like us could better understand the feelings of these discriminated young people."

　　 "My teaching job is a bit urgent, and I don't have time to care about current affairs and politics that are far away."

Dumbledore replied expressionlessly. He watched Nelson's expression from the side of the eye. From the fleeting surprise, Dumbledore clearly understood the fact that Nelson did not know. He breathed a sigh of relief silently. The body also relaxes a bit.

"You may not know, although we all understand that birth is not directly related to achievement and conduct, the sins of their parents have caused them to suffer in life. They were provoked and humiliated by some extreme children on the way to school, from the ivory tower. After Zhong left, there was no way to apply for a job, and even to see a doctor when he was sick, they couldn't even get proper care. In fact, they were taking the blame for those kneeling statues."

Grindelwald showed an expression of satisfaction with noble morals, and said intoxicated, "And we treat every wizard equally, so we should give these children who have crawled out of sin a chance, don't you think it's for? Even--"

"Okay, Grindelwald," Dumbledore shook his head. "In a foreign land, we are needlessly fighting for some boring disputes. I'm here to talk to my students. It looks like you It seems that there are some more important things that need to be worked on."

　　 Dumbledore turned sideways slightly and made a "please" gesture.

　　 At this time, the three of them showed a strange triangular position. Grindelwald was leaning against the towering trees beside the tree-lined path, and the sunny canopy sprinkled mottled light and shadow, dyeing his silver hair obscurely.

　　 On his right, Dumbledore stood frankly in the middle of the road, his short brown-red hair revealing a few silver threads that would normally be invisible under the clear sunlight on the East Coast of the United States.

Nelson stood opposite Dumbledore with his fist clenched, keeping a considerable distance from the two. The **** of the leaves slipped from the front of his fist, flashing light and dark light and shadow, not knowing that it was because of the changing angle of the sun. Or they themselves are in an extremely unstable state of confusion.

"I'm not in a hurry," Grindelwald categorically denied Dumbledore's busy schedule. He simply leaned his whole body lazily on the tree, looking at the two people who were motionless from time to time. "We must take some important things together. When things are mentioned on the top priority of the agenda, for example, you are very important."

　　 Nelson felt a chill for no reason. He subconsciously stepped back two steps and distanced himself from the two of them.

　　 "Do you know what just happened? Nelson." Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald, turned to look at Nelson, looked into his eyes and asked, "I believe you must feel something and know something."

　　 "Is it half an hour ago, professor?"

Nelson nodded repeatedly, thought for a moment, and quickly understood the current situation. It was obvious that the impact of the breaking of the hourglass was much greater than he had imagined, and it had even affected two people in Europe, but in front of Green Even if the faces of Devo and Dumbledore were exposed, the embryonic form of the time converter could not be exposed even if Sykes was restored, so he quickly showed a confused and shocked expression and asked, "Are you also attacked?"

　　 "Assault?" Dumbledore didn't notice Nelson's stutter for a moment. He frowned and asked, "What attack? Who attacked you?"

"Aren't you talking about this?" Nelson looked even more confused. "I just came to Ifamoni to visit friends, but I didn't expect to be cast by an invisible enemy. I and mine My friend's perception of time is slow for a second, I suspect that Professor Twelve Trees did it."

Nelson felt guilty for only a second, and threw the black pot on the head of Professor Twelve Trees. He knew in his heart that Dumbledore would not agree with this statement. Naturally it was impossible to confront Professor Twelve Trees, but he thought In case Dumbledore had just recognized the truth of death, he would go to Professor Twelve Trees and ask him to understand. He hurriedly added, "Of course, I'm just guessing. After all, Professor Twelve Trees is the most powerful wizard around."

"That's not necessarily." Before Dumbledore could respond, Grindelwald easily began to put his eyedrops on him. He looked in the direction of the small town not far away, whistled, and laughed, "All around here. But there are a lot of good players, do you need me to help you Albus? Maybe you can't be the greatest principal ever in Hogwarts, but you can consider occupying one of the fastest principals in Hogwarts's history. Position', of course, if Nelson is willing to help, our success rate will be much higher. This is a battle of glory."

　　 Dumbledore's forehead blue veins jumped, and it took a lot of effort to maintain his restraint.

　　 "No, Gellert, we have more important things today."

　　 Grindelwald showed an indifferent expression and retreated to the tree and leaned up.

　　 "Then what were you doing before?" Dumbledore turned back to Nelson and asked softly, "Perhaps you can reveal something you can tell me."

　　 Nelson thought for a moment, Yu Guang glanced at Grindelwald, who was doing nothing behind Dumbledore, and suddenly had a good idea of ​​messing up the water. He gritted his teeth and raised his head and said, "Professor, maybe you remember the despicable Helbo."

　　 "I remember, boy, I am ready to write your deeds into the school history."

　　 "How..." Nelson said with a shameful expression, "As everyone knows, the despicable Helbo has thirteen Horcruxes."

　　 "Yes, you destroyed the most important pieces with your own hands," Dumbledore said with appreciative expression in his eyes, "You have chosen to be a hero in order to protect your world."

"It just happened, but Professor, in fact, we only destroyed twelve pieces. The one in the second Salem resident was not a Horcrux, but a breeding ground for dementors left by him. In other words, there is still one A Horcrux has fallen outside. I have determined his death through some methods. That Horcrux may become a medium for storing dark magic like Ravenclaw's crown," Nelson gritted his teeth and said, "I have been concealing this news. , In order to find his last Horcrux and destroy it before the bad guys do bad things with it, but I think you and Mr. Grindelwald must not want to see these insightful people with black magic out of it... just now I tried to contact the Horcrux through the curse mark he left, but was interrupted midway."

"It turns out that you always left school for this, Nelson, we owe you too much..." Hearing Nelson's description, Dumbledore frowned first, a look of worry appeared on his face, and soon looked distressedly. To his student who was struggling for world peace, he suddenly felt that his suspicion was undoubtedly a despicable mistake. He turned his head abruptly, and his scrutiny gaze shot from the gap between the hook nose and the glasses to the innocent Grindelwald, continuing. A few seconds later, he whispered to Nelson, "My child, you sometimes see the wrong person. This is a mistake everyone can make."

　　 "How could it be professor?" Nelson felt a little guilty. He was unwilling to deceive, but there were always various excuses for him to choose to hide.

"Nelson, I promised you that I will teach you some knowledge outside of the classroom schedule in my spare time. For excellent students, step by step may be a kind of restraint." Dumbledore said suddenly, waving his sleeves. "But Your thirst for knowledge is always ahead of my thoughts, which is good, but even if you are a genius, without planning, you may get half the result with half the effort."

"You're right, professor," Nelson nodded and said yes, "so I always follow the outline of the textbook. Thanks to the tutorials written by Miranda Gorschak, professor, maybe you have the opportunity to see what she wrote. The book, maybe more suitable for classmates than the textbook we are using?"

"The Standard Spell?" Dumbledore had obviously seen a tutorial written by Miranda. "She sent me several copies after graduation. At that time, Melissa...it was your Professor Sykes who suggested that this The set of books is used as a textbook for freshmen. Unfortunately, when the school manager and Wisengama were still going through the process, she was already--"

　　 Dumbledore couldn't go on.

"Defied," Grindelwald said for him intimately. He gave a "pounce" laugh with a voice that just happened to be heard by the three of them. Then he straightened his face and added earnestly, "Because of collusion against wizards. Organizing Second Salem is wanted by the British Ministry of Magic...oh, you go on, you shouldn't interrupt in class, should you?"

"I'm glad you can still remember the most basic classroom order," Dumbledore glared at Grindelwald from the corner of his eye, picked up his wand, and said softly while looking at the shards of leaves on Nelson's punch. "Actually , Many of the courses I prepared are no longer meaningful to you, so I want to give you a practical lesson today. I wonder if you are interested?"

When Nelson heard Dumbledore's words, his heart suddenly rose to war, and even his standing feet became eager to try. He also wanted to know his distance from Dumbledore, who would become the greatest wizard in the world in the future. What is the difference between the characters, and now he is not the young man who carefully learns Occlumency. Years of study and accumulation have allowed his confidence to flourish. Nelson slowly drew out his wand and was about to perform the wizard ceremony, but he watched. At Dumbledore, he turned around and faced Grindelwald.

"What are you thinking? The professor can't do anything with the students even outside the school," Dumbledore heard the noise coming from behind, turned his head to see Nelson pulling out his wand and holding it to his chest, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile. I know you have always wanted to teach me a lesson, and I promise you that when you graduate, I will give you this opportunity."

　　 "Professor, I didn't..." Nelson put down his wand helplessly and shrugged.

"To be honest, among wizards all over the world, the last person I want to fight against is you." Dumbledore Nelson blinked and said with a smile, "Do you think I haven't seen your duel? It's like a long run. Like a game, I don't have the waist and legs of a young man, and I might be walked to death by you like an old horse...Of course, if you are interested in attending the banquet hall of the professors and ghosts in the basement in November I am willing to compete with you at the table for the sweets and sour competition held jointly by China."

　　 "I will go, Professor." Nelson said with a smile, "I am very confident."

"I hope so," Dumbledore turned his head, looked at Grindelwald who was pretending to be a tree trunk or a not-so-superfluous ornament, put a smile away, "Grindelwald, you are willing to join me for Nelson ·Does Mr. Williams have a lively duel lesson?"

"I?"

　　 Grindelwald felt a little strange. He pointed to his nose, shrugged, and reluctantly agreed, "Well, let me play the role of a dark wizard who does nothing but persecutes good people."

　　 "Aren't you?"

　　 Dumbledore raised his wand to his chest, and was about to bow his head in salute, but a red spell had silently flown toward his chest.

"Nelson, look forward to it!" Grindelwald happily used Apparition to flash behind Dumbledore, and shouted at Nelson with fullness, "This is the first point of knowledge. Suddenly attacked you."

"boom!"

The red curse hit one side on the silver buckler that suddenly floated in front of Dumbledore, was bounced to the side, and slammed into the root of a big tree. The unlucky old tree was instantly blown into two pieces. , Rumblingly dragged the branches and leaves of the same kind entangled with the canopy to the middle of the road.

The leaves and dust flying all over the sky dance around Dumbledore, which is shrouded in the center. When they are separated from each other, they are like elves singing and dancing in the garden, but when they are combined, they are like a tall and fit centaur. Behind Dumbledore, he used his muscular muscular bow to shoot arrows. The tight leaves were stagnant in the air for only a second before they rushed towards the direction of Grindelwald like cannonballs. Thousands of arrows were fired, and the wind pressure forced the vast and dense forests to lower their heads.

Dumbledore showed a level of intrepidity far surpassed when he was demonstrating to his classmates in school. The blade-like leaves drifted like a whirlwind, hiding the sharp murderous intent, and moving towards Grindel, who was constantly using the gapless apparition. Wo chased it.

　　 "This is the second point of knowledge. Even if the black wizard has no bottom line, we must hold our heads up and be honest!"

　　 "Except your weapons!"

Grindelwald's shout suddenly came from the smoke and dust brought up by the whirlwind of the leaves. Dumbledore raised his hand, and the sand on the ground instantly condensed into a silver buckler, surrounding him, but he waited. It was not a red spell, but a sharp arrow that burned with purple flames and instantly roasted the leaves into coke.

　　 This "weapon except you" is Nelson's best trick. It seems to have a kind of magical power. Any wizard who often practices magic with him, whether it is Tom or Grindelwald, will be infected like a virus.

　　 Grindelwald's figure suddenly appeared in front of Dumbledore, his mouth curled up, and the distance between the two was close enough to use the head mallet.

　　 "It's been a long time since we duel seriously."

"Yes."

　　 Dumbledore's men did not rest. The curse pressed against Grindelwald's stomach, and a powerful obstacle curse blasted out instantly, but Grindelwald had long since disappeared in place~www.mtlnovel.com~ Only the voice still reverberated.

　　 "There is no building here to make you jump."

"Yes," Dumbledore has not had a duel for many years, but Dumbledore is still very familiar with Grindelwald's habits, as if instinctively, he flipped his wand, pointed the tip of the wand behind him, and another obstacle curse blasted out and whispered, "this time. The audience does not need me to be distracted and protected."

　　 "Actually, you have been able to do it with me a long time ago, right?"

　　 There was a loud sound of curse impact behind him, and then Grindelwald's voice came from his ears.

　　 Dumbledore didn't answer. The obstacle spell shot first hit its first target. In an instant, countless tall trees fell like dominoes, and a light mist began to condense around him.

　　 "Perhaps." He murmured, and suddenly raised his voice, "See it clearly! For a deformed wizard who is good at using water, being able to easily draw moisture from the air means that any place is your home field!"

　　 "This is useful for you," Grindelwald agreed, "but Wilt by the stream would rather not be disturbed by others!"

　　 After all, magic stormy and hard to see clearly bombarded Dumbledore from all directions.

"I do not know either."

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